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hiddlesbummmm · 3 years

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Here is the sequel to Catch!! This was requested by a bunch of you, and I had soooo much fun piecing this together! Thank you for the brilliant idea💕☺️

Read part 1 here

Warnings: None, SFW Tickle Fic

Words: 2976 Lee Reader X Lers Steve/Bucky

Some Lee Peter X Lers Thor/Loki

Caught

It had been about a week since you and Peter attempted to prank the rest of the team. You both were a little jittery after your last encounter with some of them. Peter and you decided it would be best to think of a new prank to pull on the remaining members because you both needed time to let the situation air out a little and give you time to avoid a certain pair of super soldiers and Demigods.

You weren’t entirely sure how Peter was doing after his weakness was exploited, but you were not deterred in the slightest. If anything, this made you want to prank the team even more. You were known for having a stubborn side. Although, part of you knew you were going to regret resuming the pranks because mercy was not going to be in anybody’s vocabulary.

One reason you knew this for a fact was that every time you came in contact with one of your previous attackers, they would taunt you, tease you, or flat out just tickle you for no reason claiming that you were “ Thinking” of revenge.

One time you had walked into the kitchen to grab a quick snack, and Bucky was drinking coffee at the table. You gave him a little wave and went to grab a muffin. When you turned around, Bucky had put his coffee down, and was wiggling his fingers at you. This immediately caused you to blush, and you ran out of the kitchen as fast as you could.

Loki seemed to be the one who teased you the most. He was one of your closest friends and so you spent lots of time together. Loki liked to claim that you intentionally hid your ticklishness from him and it was his “ duty” to tickle you to make up for all your lies and deceit. (Eye roll) Luckily, he was kind enough to not murder you, but still.

You and Peter were playing on your switch alone in the common room. Currently, you were kicking his butt in Mario Kart. Once you had completed a few races, you paused the game. “ Peter, I think it’s time we finish our prank battle. I have the perfect idea for it too. It will even help us get revenge on the tickle monsters too.” Peter blushed when you mentioned the T-word, but didn’t hesitate to ask what your new diabolical plan was. He was a pretty sensitive kid and even though you didn't see what Steve and Bucky did to him, you sure heard his screams from down the hall.

Peter surprised you with his next question, as it was poised with some hesitation. “ Y/n, I want to continue this battle just so I can win two years in a row, but what do you think will happen to us if a few certain someones find out about it? Maybe we should stick with our original targets and hope for the best.” You pondered this for a moment before agreeing. If you only pranked the teammates on your original list, then the chances of the men finding out were slim. “ You are right Peter, let’s just prank our original targets and hope for the best. If we do get caught, you can blame me for pushing you into continuing”. Peter stuck his hand out for you to shake, sealing the deal.

Your new idea was to wake up extra early before the team woke up, and instead of throwing water balloons at them, you decided glitter bombs would be much funnier. Your teammates would probably be dazed and not see who was attacking them, so it was perfect. Once the final details were discussed, you resumed your Mario Kart competition with smiles and rosy cheeks excited for the following morning.

Little did you two know that Loki, Thor, Steve, and Bucky had a secret meeting amongst themselves as well. And this time, they weren’t alone. The four men had expected you two not to listen, so they waited for you and Peter to go do “ kid things” and then invited the rest of the team to the library knowing they could conspire a plan without you two walking in on them. Steve, being the captain and all, lead the meeting.

“Thank you all for gathering here today. We have a very important subject to discuss.” Steve motioned to Thor, Loki, and Bucky. “ ’m sure some of you are well aware of a certain duo running around rampant pranking their teammates. Some of us, even got hit with water balloons last week”. Sam spoke up when he heard this. “You people got hit too!? Man, those kids are gonna pay”. Everyone laughed. Steve spoke up again. “ And that’s why you are here today! We found these little pranksters and tickled them pretty good, but apparently not good enough. We overheard them getting ready to prank again. That’s where you come in. If these kids try to pull something on you, please let one of us know and we will make sure this is the last of it. Understood?” Everyone laughed at this and nodded in agreement.

Steve released everyone and headed out to the gym to exercise. Loki quickly caught up to Tony before he fully left the room.

“ Hey, Stark! Might I ask a favor from you?” Tony turned around and grinned at the God. “ No Loki, you cannot have your scepter back,” he teased. Loki just rolled his eyes.

“ I was wondering if by chance we could use your lab once we catch these unsuspecting mortals. I’ve heard it’s the perfect place to get people to behave.” Tony barked out a big laugh and rested his arm over Loki’s shoulder. “ Ya know, I’ve really come to like your way of thinking. Follow me, I got just the thing for these little squirts”. The two walked out of the library together headed toward their new destination.

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The following morning you were awoken by a bright light shining throughout your room. It was Peter. “ Dude what the Fu—“ you were instantly shut up by Peter’s harsh Shhhing. “ Shhh! Your gonna wake the whole building! Let’s go! “ You groaned slightly and glanced at your clock. It read 3:10 am. There was no way anyone else would be awake at this hour. Perfect.

You slid on your slippers, grabbed your box of glitter bombs, and went in search of your next target.

You and Peter crept up to Wanda’s door. This was the perfect first stop because Wanda and Vision shared a room and you each had one or the other as a target. You gracefully opened the door and peered inside. As you expected, they both were sleeping peacefully. You and Peter each grabbed a balloon and tossed it on top of the bed. You had filled the balloons with water and glitter to make it even harder to clean up. The forceful landing caused them to explode on contact, and you and Peter quickly shut the door and raced down the hallway not wanting to see their reactions just in case they decided to chase after you two.

You both repeated this process until everyone on your list had been glitter bombed. Luckily, no one had ran after you so you were able to head back to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. You gave Peter a hive five and retired back to your room. It was 3:30 am now which meant you could still get a few more hours of sleep. Once your head hit the pillow, you passed out.

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You woke up after a few hours to a pair of very strong hands picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder. You were extremely groggy and could only make out a metal arm; It was Bucky.

“ What the hell Bucky? I’m trying to sleep! We can spare later.” You spoke groggily as you rubbed your eyes.

Bucky only chuckled. “ We warned you about pranking again Y/n. Also, you called me old and I don’t think I can let that slide either. You deserve what’s coming”. You immediately started to struggle, even though it was of no use. You knew they would get you back eventually, but you were not planning on them finding out so soon.

Bucky carried you down to Tony’s lab. Once inside, you noticed Peter in the same predicament, only he was being carried by Thor. Bucky gently placed you on the ground and gave you a warning look. You knew trying to run would be pointless, so you stood and watched as Thor put Peter on the ground too.

Steve broke the silence. “ We warned you two about continuing this prank battle. So now you must face the consequences. But don’t worry, we are going to make this extra fun!” You and Peter gulped and tried to argue back. “ Mr. Rogers sir, look we promise we are done now. I obviously won the battle, so there is no need for us to continue!” You shot Peter a death glare. “ Hey! You did not win! I obviously had the better ideas”. Loki spoke next. “ Ahh you see this guys? They are just asking for tickles at this point. I didn’t hear a single apology from either of them. Shall we start this laughter session now?”

You and Peter took a step back from the group. This was going to be bad, realllly bad. Suddenly you were picked up by Bucky and taken over to a cot that was set up in the corner of the lab. Tony liked to work late sometimes so he had a couple of cots laying around for his “ Beauty rest”. You were tossed onto your back and Bucky held your hands above your head. He then gave you a very evil smirk and let go. You tried to pull your arms down but found you couldn’t move them at all. Loki peered over you and gave you a wink. “ Magic! Hold on, that is soooo not fair!!” Loki reached over and pinched your side. “ All is fair when the trickster God is involved”. You let out a squeak and shifted away from him. Your face was already red from nervousness and you stole a glance at Peter. He was in the same boat as you, pinned with his arms above his head but with Thor sitting on his legs. Peter was already giggling at the thought of his near future.

“ How did you catch us so quickly!? No one was even awake when we pranked the others!?” You asked Steve, genuinely curious.

Steve grinned evilly and said, “ Wouldn’t you like to know! As captain, I choose not to tell you as our methods may come to good use in the future”. You groaned as Bucky sat on your thighs holding you in place. You immediately started giggling when Bucky lightly started tracing his fingers around your upper legs. Why on earth did you wear shorts to bed last night!

Thor heard this and spoke up. “ Why brother, the young maiden is already laughing. I bet we can make the boy laugh harder don’t you think?” Steve laughed and said “ Oh a challenge? These two are very competitive so it only makes sense to have them compete for the “Loudest Laughter” award! Bring it on!”

Now you really regretted your decision to continue the pranking.

With the smell of competition in the air, Bucky stopped his light tickles and dove right in. He wanted to make you squeal. These four men were VERY competitive folks, which meant no mercy was to come for either of you.

Bucky wormed his hands up to your belly and started pinching and squeezing up and down your thighs. You snorted every time he squeezed your hips and then let out a chain of maniacal giggles when he got close to your ribs. Steve kept teasing you saying “ Awe does that tickle?” Or “ Come on laugh harder! We have a competition to win”. Soon enough he got bored of watching Bucky do all the work and he drove his fingers into your arms pits. You were losing your mind laughing and squirming to the best of your ability. Loki’s magic made it even worse knowing you couldn't protect yourself. Damn him.

Bucky and Steve gave you a quick breather once they heard a very high-pitched squeal come over from Peter. Thor was pinching up and down Peter’s thighs while Loki drilled into the poor kid's armpits. Peter’s armpits were easily his worst spot and he was screaming pretty loud at this point.

You giggle slightly seeing Peter in such a tizzy, but unfortunately, you didn’t keep that to yourself.

“ Ready to laugh already? We were gonna give you a longer break after listening to Peter sing but I guess it’s time for us to find your singing voice.” Steve winked at you as he and Bucky switched spots. Steve was now facing your feet and Bucky was crouched next to you. You saw Steve reach for your feet and you starting kicking them trying to make it as difficult as possible for him to catch them.

“ Oh, I think I found it! Do you have ticklish feet Y/n?” You blushed and nodded your head. “ Yehehehs!! So please please leave them alone. We are sorry for the pranks we promise!!” You tried to plead but Steve just chuckled and grabbed your left foot. You had no socks or shoes on since you were ripped from your bed. All it took was Steve to slide a finger up and down your sole for you to really freak out. “ NO STEVE PLEAHEHESE IM SORRAHAHY!! NOOO!!” Steve rapidly scraped his nails across your foot and wiggled his fingers under your toes which really made you screech. You were bubbling with laughter and your squeaks were very high-pitched. Bucky walked up to your head and started fluttering his fingers across your ears and neck causjg you to shake your head frantically and squeal even louder. The feeling were maddening and Bucky knew exactly what he was doing to create the butterfly sensation in your stomach. Steve was now not only torturing your feet still, but had also resorted to squeezing your kneecaps and laughing as you flinched and spazed out at each and every squeeze. You were in tickle hell, and your stomach was rapidly jumping up and down as you let out deep belly laughs and shrieks of mirth.

Peter was also letting out shrieks of laughter as Loki methodically rubbed in between each and every rib, but he was nowhere near as loud as you. Good thing Tony had sound proofed his lab, otherwise you were sure the whole tower would be racing down to find the cause of the screaming.

To make things even worse, Bucky gently lifted the hem of your shirt and started rubbing his stubble across your belly. Thanks to Loki’s conversation with Tony, Steve had managed to find one of Tony’s paintbrushes and he was weaving the soft bristles up and down your foot, leaving no spot untouched. Thor and Loki had given Peter a break because they wanted hear and see what got you laughing so hard.

You went into hysterics feeling the two sensations and you used the last of your energy to buck your hips trying to escape the extremely ticklish feeling. Bucky easily held you down and started his cascade of raspberries all over your abdomen. You soon fell silent as tears spilled from your eyes and hiccups exploded from your chest. The boys slowed at this and let you take a breather. Steve was still lightly running his nails up and down your thighs keeping you giddy, but the onslaught was over.

“ Wow. I do believe the young maiden was much louder than Spider kid here. I say you men have won this battle”. Thor said as he got off of a very red and very giggly Peter.

“ What can we say? We are the superior ticklers ya know” Bucky teased back. Loki rolled his eyes and with a snap of his fingers you and Peter regained control of your arms and curled up into protective balls. Even though the tickling had stopped, you could still feel the phantom sensations of the paintbrush bristles attacking your foot. “ Holy Shit Steve. Never touch my feet with a brush eveheher again! You about killed me!!”

The four men laughed a little and helped you two stand up.

“ We are so so sorry. We pr-o-mise to not continue our pranks.” You said with a hiccup. Peter nodded his head in agreement. Deep down the team knew you would pick it back up next year, but no one said anything out loud.

“ Good. Now scurry along so the grown-ups can talk, or we might just start this party back up again.” Loki said wiggling his fingers in your direction. With a shudder, you both bolted from the lab without another word. You were not going to risk another tickle assault by being sassy back.

“ They are just going to do this again next year ya know”, Bucky said watching you run down the hallway.“ “Yup. But that means we have an entire year to tickle them senseless every time they mess up.” Steve said with a smirk.

He walked over and held up the paintbrush for the rest of the guys to see. “ Besides, we now have a secret weapon that I say we use to our advantage. We even have the perfect test subjects. Who is down for another competition?”

#Sequel fic #Marvel tickle fic #mcu tickle #Lee Reader #Lee Peter #ler loki #ler Thor #Ler Bucky #Ler Steve #Open prompts #Thanks for the request #paintbrush madness #Fluff

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magics-protector · 3 years

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Mountain Sound

Soulmate AU: Soulmates have one song that connects them - when one soulmate listens to it, they both can see each other.

The Song: Mountain Sound - Of Monsters and Men

(which I think fits Merlin absolutely perfectly)

Spotify, Apple Music, Youtube

A small kind of crack fic from my Everlast series - which will start up sometime this week because it’s Reading Week and I finally have time to write it!

With a soft sigh leaving her lips, Y/N fell into her chair, dropping the books she carried down onto the table. A long start to an already long day, if you asked her.

First, she had to help Jack get his hand out of a cookie jar (because apparently her adopted little brother couldn’t just ‘magic’ his way out of it). Then, her Uncle asked her to “help” with work on Baby’s engine - and by “help” she meant that he made her stand there while she held all his tools and wasn’t allowed to touch the engine itself.

Not that she could complain. It was nice having everyone home for once - not that it was going to last long. Hence the reason for all the books. A new day would bring new cases and as always, Y/N was responsible for research - being her father’s daughter had it’s disadvantages in that way.

Speaking of her dad, he sat across from her, eyes trained on the laptop in front of him as he searched and typed, falling into the same pattern quite easily. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Y/N opened the first book on her pile and began to research - so it seemed Dragons were the big enemy of the day.

As she read, Y/N started to notice writing she hadn’t seen in over a year. Language she hadn’t seen since she disappeared. It was the old language of the Druid People. Something she had learned to read over the years.

As she read on, Y/N noticed the old phrasing of the common Soulmate connection: “Songs and stories of different melodies and tunes. That is what shall lead thy heart to its destiny”.

“Huh, well that kind of sucks.” She said, meaning to think it but it just came out.

Sam pulled his head out of his computer and looked up. “What sucks?”

Y/N looked up from the book, motioning to the page. “The language in this book. It talks about the soulmate connection. You’d expect it to rhyme, but it doesn’t.”

A laugh like breath came from Sam as he shook his head. “Not all old texts have to rhyme, you know?”

Y/N scoffed with a smile. “I know that. I just think it would have been funnier and more romantic if it did.”

Then Y/N’s smile faded. “Hey, Dad?”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he looked down at his laptop again.

“What was your song? You know, your song with Mom?”

Y/N could see Sam tense at the question. Y/N had known for so long that her parents were in fact soulmates, but Sam never talked about her. The memory of Will was almost to painful for him to remember. Not the relationship itself, but what happened to her.

He shifted in his seat, looking down as he nodded before he stood up, moving around the table to sit next to Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “It was Rebel Rebel. That was our song.”

Y/N turned her head, her face shocked. “Your song with Mom was Rebel Rebel? Dad, I did not take you as a David Bowie fan.”

Sam chuckled, moving closer to the edge of the chair and placed Y/N’s head on his shoulder. “He grew on me, only because of your mother. She loved to listen to his stuff. Rebel Rebel may have been our song but I can still remember her screaming the words to Space Oddity like there was no tomorrow.” He moved his head to look down at her, placing a small kiss on her head. “You remind me of her. Everyday I can see her in everything that you do and I know how proud she’d been if she could see you.”

Y/N smiled sadly. “Have you ever tried to see her again? Maybe if you listened to the song again you’d see her..”

“It doesn’t work like that, Bug.” Sam chuckled sadly. “Your mother has been gone for a while. I don’t think it’s possible to see her again until I get to her myself.”

Y/N could sense that the conversation was getting to him, so she stopped. She would have much gathered leaned in and enjoyed the moment, which is what she did.

“Woah, didn’t realize we were interrupting a moment.”

Sam and Y/N looked over to the archway of the library where Dean walked in, followed by Cas and Jack.

“Where the hell have you been, Dean?” Sam shook his head. “I called you like an hour ago to help with research.”

Dean scoffed, taking Sam’s old seat. “Yeah, well, I had to pick these two up from the Gas Station.” He pointed at Cas and Jack with his thumb. “And what’s this about research? You two obviously aren’t doing any - OW!”

Cas whacked Dean across the back of his head. “Don’t be rude, Dean.”

Dean didn’t argue, he couldn’t argue with Cas, so he just grumbled.

Y/N giggled as she watched her Uncles interact - it was honestly so surprising how long it took for the both of them - well mainly Dean - to come to terms with their connection.

“Hey, Dee?”

Dean looked at Y/N with a hum.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your song?”

Dean sat up, leaning back in his chair while Cas took a seat next to him. Cas had a smile on his face while Dean gave off a rare cross between a smirk and a smile. “Well, that’s easy. It’s --”

“You Shook Me All Night Long.” Both Dean and Cas said at the same time, which made the both of them smile at each other.

Y/N nodded her head, almost as if in agreement. “How did I know?” She giggled.

Jack smiled too - he hadn’t found his song yet, but he was waiting, knowing he’d find it one day. He looked over at his ‘sister’ with a curious face. “Why do you ask, Y/N? You’ve never been interested in Soulmate songs before.”

Y/N felt all eyes on her. She thought for a moment, before she answered. “Well.... I kind of want to find my song.....”

Dean looked at his niece with that bothersome uncle look. “I thought you had no interest in finding them.”

Y/n looked down at her hands, rubbing them together. “But I did. At least, I’m 99% sure I found him.”

Everyone’s faces erupting with smiles and cheers - Sam gripped her tight in a side hug. “That’s amazing, Y/N!”

“What’s the kid’s name?”

“Where’s he from?”

“What’s your song?”

Y/N put her hands up to stop them.”Woah! Woah! I never said I found my song. I just said I think I found him.”

Cue the confusion. “But,” Jack tilted his head. “if you haven’t found your song, then how do you know?”

Y/N took a breath before she stood up, walking towards a pillar of the archway and leaned against it. “I just feel it.” She laughed with a smile. “When I was with him, it was like.. nothing else mattered....” She shook her head. “What we went through was a lot for two people to handle, but with Merls, it was like.... it was like we could take on the whole world and no matter what the outcome was, as long as I had him, I won.” She seemed so lost in the memory, so lost that when she came back she went pink with embarrassment and she held her arms. “If that makes any sense....”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other with knowing looks. “Well then,” Dean said. “Looks like we have a song to find. After all,” Y/N looked at her uncle in confusion. “We don’t want to leave him waiting.”

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“Ugh, this is hopeless!”

Hours and hours of music and nothing. They tried it all - Bon Jovi, Hozier, My Chemical Romance, Lana Del Rey and countless other bands and still nothing.

The team sat there for hours, playing music from Dean’s collection, random bands they found on YouTube, but nothing was working.

Y/N slumped in her chair, defeated. She ran her hands over her face before she stopped and sat up quickly. “Wait!” She looked at her dad. “Dad, you said you weren’t very fond of Bowie but Rebel Rebel was your song with Mom. How did you find it?”

Sam sat for a moment, his hand over his mouth as he thought, before his eyes went wide. “There was something that connected it to me. I would see the record or hear it faintly on the radio and that’s basically how I found it.” He leaned forward to pull his laptop towards him. “Is there any song that just stands out to you, Y/N? One that you can think of without hesitating? Like you’d see the album and feel a pull?”

Y/N thought for a moment when her eyes went wide. She raised her head slightly and mumbled under her breath.

“What?”

She looked up at her family. “Mountain Sound. It’s a song by Of Monsters and Men. I’ve never really thought about it til now, but there’s something about it.”

Sam quickly typed it into his search engine and pulled it up, handing it and the headphones over to Y/N.

With shaky hands, Y/N put the headphones on and started the song and it was like the world had stopped. Swirls of gold filled the void in the archway capturing her gaze and she smiled. Those golden swirls soon started to form the shape of a man sitting with a book on his lap. That man, Y/N knew him better than anyone did. Tears pooled in her eyes as her smile grew wider. “I knew it.”

Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack all smiled. They did it.

As the swirls finished forming the boy, Y/N moved to the floor, carrying the laptop down with her as she moved closer to his form. The boy seemed to enticed by his book until he looked up and over her way. He looked around hearing the music himself and then he looked at Y/N and a smile broke out on his face, tears in his eyes.

“Y/N?” His voice was eery, but that was normal for this kind of thing.

Forgetting she was in the presence of her family, Y/N laughed, tears streaming down her face. “Hey, Merlin.”

The young Warlock smiled, lunging forward to touch her, and through the power of their song, he hugged her for the first time in over a year. “I never thought I’d see you again, My Love....” He lamented.

Y/N held him close. “Takes a lot more than a glassy portal to keep me away from you, you Cabbage head.”

Merlin pulled back, but made sure to keep a hand on her shoulders. “Where are you? We looked everywhere for you. I thought Arthur was going to take off my head if you weren’t found.”

Y/N looked up at her soulmate and smiled. “How badly did you irritate him this time?”

With a look of pride, Merlin answered. “I going to be honest, I nearly had the Knights turn on him.”

“Pft, hahaha! Merlin! You can’t just lead a coup against Arthur! That’s my job!”

Merlin laughed, he laughed so hard that he leaned forward and turned, resting his head on Y/N’s legs. “Honestly, to be fair, it wasn't his fault. All those Lords had been quite vocal about their disapproval over your rescue mission. I thought Gwaine was gonna tear off someone’s ear.”

Y/N giggled, playing with Merlin’s blackish brown locks which had grown out since the last time she saw him while her other hand ran over his cheek, where a small stubble had grown as well. “I wouldn’t put it past him to do that.”

“No. But I think the others would have let him if Arthur hadn’t been in the room.”

Y/N looked down into his eyes and smiled. “It’s just nice to know I’ll have a huge welcoming when I get back.”

Meanwhile, as Y/N and Merlin continued to ramble and talk away as the song repeated and repeated over and over again, Sam and the rest of Team Free Will decided to leave Y/N alone with her soulmate and as they left through the back door, Sam watched as Y/N smiled the brightest smile he’s ever seen. Silently, he vowed that he’d make sure Y/N got back to wherever she had disappeared to.

#BBC merlin #bbc merlin imagines #soulmate #soulmateau #soulmate au #spn #supernatural #supernatural x reader #bbc merlin x reader #merlin #merlin x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #castiel winchester #jack kline #jack winchester #destiel

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the-rad-pineapple · 3 years

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substance abuse

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Supernatural fanfiction: Set in season 8, Sam and Dean get into a big fight, so Dean turns to alcohol to solve his problems.

Words: first 2k words are here, the rest of the 13k word story can be found on

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A/N: I had a crazy depressive episode in January this year, and the only thing that brought me serotonin was Destiel. So the result was me not leaving my room for three days and writing the majority of this story on the notes app on my phone. I have some ideas on how to finish this, but I haven't had inspiration to continue since March. Maybe I'll finish it someday, but I hope you enjoy what's there. Thanks for reading!

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Dean was finally in a good mood. The bar near their motel was surprisingly decent. It had good music, but it also helped that Dean had one too many drinks. So that meant everything was just a little funnier. He was well past the stage of being buzzed and dangerously tipsy. He and Sam had gotten into a little fight earlier, so he was solving it the only way he knew. Alcohol. He took another couple shots against his better judgment. Hey, the more alcohol he was drinking, the better his mood was getting, so why not?

He just finished setting his last shot glass down when someone sat down beside him. It was a guy around Dean's age with dark stubble and bleached blond hair beginning to darken at the roots. He had colorful tattoos swirling up his arms. They were pretty. The man turned to look at Dean, and the way he had to brush his hair from his eyes made Dean feel...something. He smiled playfully at Dean, and Dean felt his heart flutter.

You know what? Fuck it. He was having a good time, and this guy was hot. It had been a while since Dean had been with anyone, let alone another guy... Dean shoved that thought away and winked at the man sitting next to him.

The man raised a playful eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandered down Dean's body. Dean felt his cheeks heat up, but he had enough alcohol in his system for the shyness to pass quickly in place of confidence.

"I'm Marco," the guy—Marco—introduced.

"I'm Dean."

"What are you doing here, Dean?" The way he drew out Dean's name made Dean shiver.

Dean shrugged casually. "Nothing much." He looked pointedly at Marco. "Looking for something fun to do."

Marco smirked. "Like what?"

Dean slowly looked down Marco's body. He was wearing a printed button-up shirt, with too many buttons undone, so Dean got a decent peek at his chest hair. He wanted to see more. Dean trailed his eyes back up to Marco's. "I'm looking at it."

Marco grinned. "Wanna drive back to my place for a bit?"

Oh fuck, was this really happening? He didn't picture his next time being with a stranger. With a guy, yes, but a guy with blue eyes and a trench coat.

"Yeah," Dean heard himself answer before he realized he had spoken. It was all happening so fast, and he could tell his grip on time wasn't exactly right. Maybe he was a bit drunk. But, did it matter? He was having fun and felt better than he had in a long time.

"I'll pay for your drink and we can go." Marco winked before grabbing the bar tender's attention and paying.

They were soon walking out the door. Dean didn't remember standing up, but they were suddenly halfway across the room. Dean also felt himself starting to stumble and grabbed onto Marco's arm without a second thought. Marco put his hand over Dean's as they stepped outside.

The cold air managed to make everything just a bit more clear. Dean's surroundings sharpened a little. Everything outside his direct line of sight wasn't just a haze now. It was just slightly out of focus instead. They stopped at an old truck. Dean tried to place the make and model, but the information was barely out of reach. It was fuzzy, and retrieving anything other than immediate thoughts felt like sifting through mud. But who cared anyway? He was about to get laid by some hot guy.

"Nice truck," Dean complemented. He did like it even if it was a bit plain.

"Oh, yeah?" Marco replied.

And before Dean really knew what was happening, his back was against the truck, Marco's hands on his hips. Hot breath hit his face before Marco's mouth was on his. Dean closed his eyes and let himself get carried away. The kiss was all tongue and desire. Dean grabbed Marco's hair, and he imagined he was kissing someone else. Someone with dark hair instead of blond.

Dean's head was spinning as someone's tongue was shoved down his throat and hands were underneath his shirt, touching every inch of his torso. He already had too much to drink, and now he was kissing some stranger outside. Or was it a stranger? He had envisioned kissing Cas, but that couldn't be right. Shit, shit, shit. Those last two shots were catching up. But now there was a leg between his thighs rubbing on him in all the right ways that took priority over everything else he was feeling.

"Dean."

It was Cas. And it was close. But it did not come from whoever he was kissing. He felt cold as he and—Dean glanced at who he was making out with, but the name escaped him—some guy broke away from each other. Dean looked in the direction of Cas' voice. The angel stood uncomfortably a few feet away. He glanced between Dean and whoever the other guy was. Dean was suddenly warmer as his embarrassment finally set in. He wished Cas hadn't caught him like this. With someone else when the only person Dean had been thinking about lately was Cas.

"I need your help," Cas said gruffly.

"Right now?" Dean asked, suddenly very aware that this guy's leg was still in between his, and his hands were under Dean's shirt.

"Yes, Dean," Cas answered, the annoyance in his voice was strong. "I wouldn't bother you otherwise."

Dean cleared his throat. Obviously. "Right." He glanced at the guy. "Sorry," he said sheepishly and pushed him away.

They disentangled themselves, and Dean made his way to Cas, trying to avoid eye contact from everyone. It wasn't too hard to stay embarrassed when Dean had to concentrate on walking in a straight line.

"What's up?" Dean asked Cas once he managed to find his footing. He ignored the sound of the truck's door closing, and its ignition. He was still disappointed even if it had been completely spontaneous.

"It's Sam."

Shit. Was Sam hurt somehow while Dean was out getting drunk? That was completely his fault. Dammit. "What's wrong? Is he ok?"

"Yes, he's fine," Cas said. "He just wanted me to tell you he left the motel."

Dean crossed his arms. Was that it? Seriously?

Cas went on, "He said you weren't answering your phone and asked me to see if you were ok. I called him when I found you."

"So, you're Sam's mediator now?"

"We were worried, Dean. You weren't answering Sam's calls." Cas' eyes bore into Dean's. There was a lot more anger in them than there should've been. Did something else happen? Did Dean do something? "I'm glad to see you're fine." Cas turned and took a couple steps away.

"Wait!" It was louder than Dean meant. He just had to get Cas' attention before it was too late, and time was moving fast while he was like this, so he wasn't exactly sure how much time had passed since Cas spoke.

Dean wanted to tell Cas that he and Sam had had a fight. And that was the reason why Dean had been so irresponsible. So stupid. So inconsiderate. But they were all excuses in the end, and trying to make thoughts into words seemed impossible at the moment.

Cas turned back. "Yes, Dean?" Cas tilted his head. Fuck. That was cute. "Cute?"

"Huh?"

"You said, 'that was cute'."

Oh my god, Dean had said that out loud. "Uh, yeah, I don't know." Dean laughed nervously.

He couldn't let Cas know he had...feelings...or whatever for him. That was something he buried deep down, but it was all threatening to come out. Shit. What was happening? Everything was still spinning, and things kept happening that took Dean too long to register.

"Are you okay?" Cas asked. The anger was gone, now replaced with concern.

"I'm fine," Dean quickly answered.

Cas' eyes narrowed in suspicion. That was also cute. Everything Cas did was kinda cute anyway, if Dean was being honest with himself.

"Walk over to me," Cas commanded.

Weird request, but ok. Dean frowned but walked in Cas' direction anyway. But walking was hard. Placing one foot in a steady position shouldn't be this much work. It felt more like tumbling from one step to the next, but Dean eventually made it to Cas. But he had struggled. A lot. Maybe Cas didn't notice.

"I noticed, Dean," Cas said.

Oh. He heard that, too. How much was Dean saying aloud? "I'm a little drunk," Dean admitted. Maybe this would absolve his behavior tonight, and they can go on like it never happened.

"You're more than a little drunk," Cas replied harshly.

"Are you mad?" The question was out of Dean's mouth before it was fully formed in his head.

Cas sighed heavily, but didn't look at Dean. "No, Dean, I'm not mad."

"Yeah! You are!" Oh, Dean totally had this. One of Cas' tells was avoiding eye contact. "You don't look at me when you're upset."

Cas looked at Dean wearily. "Let's go."

Cas started walking away. Quickly. Cas was somehow already by the sidewalk. Dean tried to catch up, but one moment he was following Cas, and the next he was on the ground. He didn't even remember falling. All he knew was he was now laying on the street looking up at the night sky.

"Dean!" Cas rushed to his side. Dean reached his arms up for Cas to help him up. Cas grabbed him.

"Sorry," Dean said and laughed. That probably looked funny.

"Are you hurt?" Cas frowned in worry.

Dean didn't feel anything, but he couldn't really tell. All he could focus on was Cas holding his arms. Cas was strong. "Oh, baby, don't worry. I feel great!" Dean said and grinned in reassurance. Wait... did he call Cas "baby"?

"Let's get back to the motel."

And then they were suddenly there. Dean laughed again and said, "I forgot you can fly."

Cas really was incredible. He was such a beautiful, strong angel. But also so cute at the same time. Dean saw his bed and tried to step towards it, but almost fell again. Cas' arm was around his waist. It felt really nice. Dean put both his arms around Cas. He was warm and smelled like rain. He was like a strong fortress. He was home. Dean wanted to stay like this forever.

"What are you doing?" Cas asked but didn't take his arm off Dean.

"Hugging you."

"You need to sleep."

"No!" Dean didn't want the hug to end, so he held on tighter. "You're warm." It was true. Cas was like the perfect bed. Soft and warm.

"I can hug you while you try to sleep."

Wait, really? "For real?" Dean made the mistake of looking at Cas while he still hugged him. They were close. Super, super close. Dean loved those blue eyes. "You're pretty." He didn't mean to say it. He thought it, then his mouth moved, and then he realized what happened.

Cas just moved him to one of the beds without saying anything. Dean tumbled onto it and stared at the ceiling. It looked like every other motel ceiling. He was sick of motels. Something tugged on his foot. He couldn't be bothered to look what it was. Cas was there after all, so everything was fine.

"Something is pulling me," Dean said.

"I'm taking your shoes off," Cas explained.

It was a simple gesture, but one of the kindest things anyone had ever done for Dean. Or one of the best that Dean could think of right now. Who else would do this? Cas always went out of his way for Dean.

"I love you," Dean said.

Cas finally pulled Dean's shoe off then started tugging on the other one.

"I love you, too." It was soft and so...genuine. Was this actually happening? And did Cas mean it? Or was he saying it to please the drunk?

But it didn't matter. Dean was in a good mood. He'd believe it for now. Everything else was tomorrow's problem—if he could even remember any of this. If any of this was real. His second shoe was taken off, and Dean held his arms up again for Cas. He felt the bed next to him dip before Cas put an arm around Dean. Dean held onto it like a lifeline.

"Goodnight, Cas."

"Goodnight, Dean."

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SPN- Dead Man’s Blood (1.20)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: When the siblings pick up a trace of something strange, they run into some familiar faces, and old tensions rise once more

Warnings: abuse, (john’s an ass), cursing, screaming, blood, uhhh, mentions of the undead, like knives and shit. the usual

Word Count: 6461

I sighed and shut my laptop. Dean folded his newspaper, and Sam rolled his neck. I yawned, dropping my head onto the table. Jinx yawned too, and Dean rubbed her head.

“Well, guys. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska.” Dean groaned. “What’ve you got?”

“Well, I’ve been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here.” Sam huffed.

I sighed. “We’re in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere, and you’re gonna tell me there isn’t a case around?”

“Uh, a woman in Iowa fell ten thousand feet from an airplane and survived.” Sam shrugged.

I looked at Dean, and he made a face.

“Sounds more like that’s incredible than uh, Twilight Zone.”

“Yeah.” Sam sighed again.

Dean smirked. “Hey, you know, we could uh, keep heading east. Hit Missouri. Olive, I know you miss Taylor. And then uh, New York. Maybe upstate. Drop by and see Sarah again, huh?” He whistled. “Sam, you two seemed pretty friendly. Whatcha say?”

Sam sighed. “I dunno, maybe someday.” He glanced at me. “Missouri is only a few hours away.”

I shook my head. “It’s half a day’s drive. Besides, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Dean sighed. “Yeah, alright. What else ya got?”

“Uh, man in Colorado, local named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home.”

“Elkins?” I repeated, turning to look at Dean.

“We know that name, don’t we?”

Sam shook his head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Elkins.” Dead mumbled.

“Sounds like the police don’t know what to think. At first they said it was some sort of bear attack, and now they’ve found some signs of robbery.”

Dean hummed, and I flicked through Dad’s journal. Dean cut me off.

“There.”

“Here.” I turned the journal to Sam.

D Elkins - 9705550158

“Same Elkins?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

“It is a Colorado area code.”

***

Sam tucked his lock pick into his pocket as he pushed the door open. Dean stepped in first, shining his flashlight around. He snorted as Sam and I followed.

“Looks like the maid didn’t come today.”

“Hey.” I tugged Sam’s sleeve. “There’s salt over here.” I pointed. “Right beside the door.”

Dean was flicking through a journal, eyes focused. “You mean protection against demons, salt, or whoops I spilled the popcorn, salt?”

“It’s definitely a ring.” Sam huffed. “You think this Elkins guy was a player?”

“Had to be.” I shone the light around as I made my way to Dean. “Journal looks a hell of a lot like Dad’s. And mine.”

Dean nodded as Sam joined us, standing behind me.

“Yeah, except this one dates back to the sixties.”

I huffed as Dean dropped the journal onto the table and began to move into the next room. I followed, hooking a finger onto one of his belt loops.

“Holy shit.” Dean mumbled as we lit the room up.

The place was wrecked, items strung all over, furniture thrown about, a hole in the roof. I snorted, and Sam shook his head.

“Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one.”

“Elkins put up a hell of a fight, too.”

“Yeah.” Sam sighed.

Dean crouched down and put his finger to the floor.

“Got something?” I asked, looking back around the room.

“Dunno. Some scratches on the floor.”

I squatted next to him and shone my flashlight over the gouges. “Death throes maybe?”

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. Ol, hand me a piece of paper?”

I popped to my feet and pulled a notebook from a bookshelf. I ripped out a blank piece of paper and handed it to him, along with a pencil. He ran it over the marks.

“Or maybe a message.” Dean peeled the paper back up, which had blood stuck to the back of it. “Look familiar?”

“Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box.” Sam noted.

“It’s a mail drop. Just the way Dad does it.”

***

I watched from the car as Dean pried open the post office box. Sam was at his side, on alert. Dean pulled a letter out, tilted his head, and then showed it to Sam. They glanced at each other, and then to me, confused. I squinted, and they shut the box before walking back to me. Jinx ran circles in the backseat as they opened the car doors.

Dean slid into the car, followed by Sam. They dropped a white envelope in my lap, and I picked it up with narrowed eyes.

“J.W.” I read. “You think it could be?”

“John Winchester.” Dean sighed.

“I dunno.” Sam sighed, shaking his head.

“Should we open it?” Dean asked.

There was a knock on Dean’s window. Jinx barked. Dean’s arm went back, ready to swing. My teeth shifted, and a growl left my throat. Sam yanked a knife out of the glovebox as the three of us turned to the window.

“Dad!”

He smiled at the shock on our faces, and Dean grinned. I swallowed the blood in my mouth and wiped the rest on the back of my sleeve. Dad slipped into the backseat, and I got onto my knees and spun around, leaning forward and smiling at him. Jinx curled up by his side, and he scratched between her ears.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” Sam asked, eyes wide.

“Dad! Are you alright?”

“Hi, boys. Hi, peanut. I’m okay. When I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could.” He sighed. “I saw you three at his place.”

“Dad…” Sam trailed off. “Why didn’t you come in?”

Dad shook his head with a small smile. “You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren’t followed. By anyone or anything. Nice job covering your tracks, by the way.”

A grin broke on Dean’s face. “Yeah, well, we learned from the best.”

“Wait, you came all the way over here for this Elkins guy?” Sam narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah.” Dad nodded. “He was… he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting.”

“You never mentioned him to us.” Dean turned to face him.

“We had a…”

“A falling out?” I guessed.

Dad nodded. “I hadn’t seen him in years.” He glanced at the envelope in my hands, and I handed it over to him. “I should look at this.” He sighed. “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.” He scoffed. “That son of a bitch.”

“What is it?”

“He had it the whole time.”

“Had what?”

“When you searched the place, did you, did you see a gun? An antique, a Colt revolver. Did you see it?”

“Uh, there…”

“There was a case, but it was empty.” Dean helped me out.

“They have it.” Dad snarled.

“You mean whatever killed Elkins?”

“What were they?”

Dad pushed the door open. “We gotta pick up the trail.”

“Wait. You want us to come with you?” Sam’s eyes grew wider.

“If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find the gun.”

“The gun?” Sam repeated. “Why?”

“Because it’s important, that’s why.”

“Dad…” Sam shook his head. “We don’t even know what these things are yet.”

“They were what Daniel Elkins killed best. Vampires.” Dad shut the door once more.

“Vampires?” Dean repeated.

“I thought you hunted those things out of existence.” I looked between my brothers.

“Yeah, Dad. I thought you were raiding the last nest on the night we got Olive.”

Dad sighed. “I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and… and the rest of us wiped them out.” He shook his head. “I was wrong.”

I sighed. “What do we know about vamps, Dad?”

He shook his head again. “Well. Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won’t repel them, sunlight won’t kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust… that part’s true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won’t know it’s a vampire until it’s too late.”

***

“Sam, Olive, Dean. Let’s go.” Dad’s voice was gruff, and he slapped the bottoms of our feet.

I yelped as I jumped up. Dean mumbled a response, even though he was still more than half asleep. Sam pushed himself up on his elbow with a groan and Dean began to rub his eyes. I yawned, wanting nothing more than to drop back into bed and cuddle Dean back to sleep. Jinx yawned as Sam sat up.

“I picked up a phone call.”

“What happened?” Sam grumbled.

“A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there, everyone was missing. It’s the vampires.”

Sam scrambled from bed. “How do you know?”

“Just follow me, okay?” Dad walked out of the room.

Sam yanked a jacket on, and I tugged at Dean with a groan.

“Come on.” Sam called. “We’ve gotta get Olive to school.”

I groaned again. “No! Come on, lemme hunt vamps with you!”

Dean giggled. “Vampires. Gets funnier every time I hear it.”

“No. School for you, come on.” Sam pulled me out of bed and set me on my feet.

I sighed as I shuffled around the room, gathering my things.

***

“Alright. I’ll see you guys later. Love you. Be safe!” I pressed a kiss to Sam’s cheek, then Dean’s before I clambered out of the car.

“Love you, bug!”

“Bye, pumpkin!”

They peeled out of the parking lot as soon as I shut the door. I fixed my backpack strap over my shoulder and trudged across the parking lot, up the steps into the school.

“Olive?”

I looked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes. I spun on my heel and crossed my arms over my chest, jutting one hip out with a scowl on my face.

“What are you guys doing here?” I whined. “And why can’t you ever find your own cases?”

Hunter snorted. “Elkins.”

I sighed. “Elkins. Did he work with your mom?”

“Think so. Found his name and number in her journal.”

I sighed again. “Yeah, us too.”

“What do you guys know?”

I rolled my eyes and flipped my phone open.

“Olive?”

I ignored him as I dialed Dean’s number and held it up to my ear.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s up?”

“Richmonds are here. Dunno what they know. Might wanna call Everett.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Okay. Will do. See you later, babes.”

“See ya, bubba.”

Hunter blinked.

“What?” I hissed. “Don’t act like you don’t have nicknames for your sisters.”

He only blinked again. “Okay. So. What class do you have first period?”

I yanked the paper out of my back pocket. “Spanish. You?”

He pulled my hand into his with a grin. “Me too. Let’s go.”

***

“Hey, sweetie.” Dean looked at me over his shoulder as I climbed into the car.

I smiled at Sam, expecting a happy greeting and sweet nickname. I got nothing. Jinx jumped onto my lap. I scratched her between the ears.

“Hi, boys.” I dropped my bag onto the bench and laid down with a grunt. “What do we have so far?”

Dean chuckled and held out a thick book. I groaned and sat up as Sam started the car. I took the book and flipped it open.

“Does Dad know the Richmonds are here?” I glanced over my shoulder to see their car following us.

“Yeah. He’s not too happy.”

“Doesn’t like working with other hunters.” Sam grunted.

I sighed and sunk into the seat, flicking through pages.

“Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten.” Dean read. “Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the packs keep them alive, bleeding for days or weeks.” He grimaced.

“I wonder if that’s what happened to that 911 couple.” I mumbled.

“That’s probably what Dad’s thinking. Course, it would be nice if he just told us what he thought.” Sam grumbled.

Dean looked back at me with a sigh. I shook my head, and his jaw set.

“So it is starting.”

“What?” Sam snapped.

I sighed louder, pushing the book aside. Jinx whined, setting her chin on my leg.

“Sam, we’ve been looking for Dad all year. Now we’re not with him for more than a couple of hours and there’s static already?”

Sam snorted. “No. Look, I’m happy he’s okay, alright? And I’m happy that we’re all working together again.”

“Well, good.” Dean hissed back.

“It’s just the way he treats us! Like we’re children.” Sam couldn’t help himself.

“Oh God.” Dean rolled his eyes, throwing his head back for show.

“He barks orders at us, Dean! He expects us to follow them without question. He keeps us on some shitty need-to-know deal!”

“He does what he does for a reason, Sam.”

“What reason?”

“Our job! There’s no time to argue, there’s no margin for error, alright?” Dean snapped. “That’s just the way the old man runs things.”

“Yeah, well maybe that worked out when we were kids, not not anymore, alright? Not after everything the three of us have been through, Dean! I mean, are you really telling me you’re cool with just falling into line and letting him run the whole show?” Sam side-eyed him.

I laid down in the seat, pulling my jacket tighter around myself. Dean sighed, probably looking at Sam. Jinx curled up on the other end of the bench.

“If that’s what it takes, Sam.” Another sigh. “If that’s what it takes.”

Sam snorted again, and I turned onto my side, closing my eyes.

***

The engine roared, and I curled up, horrified. Jinx squeaked.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing?”

There was no answer, and the Impala’s brakes screeched as the car swerved, stopping. The door opened and slammed shut.

“Oh shit. Ollie?”

I sat up with a groan, grabbing my head. “Coming.”

“Sam!”

“Sams!” I clambered out of the car, stumbling into the street.

He stormed into the middle of the road, face to face with Dad, whose truck was pulled over behind the Impala.

“What the hell was that!” Dad yelled.

I glanced back to see the Richmonds stopped, watching from inside their car.

“We need to talk!” Sam spat.

“About what?” Dad fronted.

“About everything! Where we going, Dad? What’s the big deal about this gun? Huh?” Sam pressed forward.

“Sams, come on.” I begged.

“Sammy.” Dean warned.

“We can Q and A after we get the vamps.” I took a step forward, reaching for his arm.

“Your sister’s right, we don’t have time for this.” Dad sighed.

“Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous for us to be together. Now out of the blue you need our help.” Sam snatched his arm back, storming further toward Dad. “Now obviously something big is going down! And we wanna know what!”

“Get back in the car.” Dad growled through gritted teeth.

I shivered. Dad was angry, Sam was angry, and Dean and I had to figure out a way to play referee.

“No.” Sam spat.

“I said get back in the damn car!”

“Yeah! And I said no!” Sam yelled back.

Dean took a step forward, hovering right by me and Sam. “Okay, you made your point, tough guy.”

I elbowed Dean hard, keeping my eyes on Sam. “Look, we’re all tired and sore, we can talk about this later, Sams.”

“Sammy, she means it. Come on.” Dean pleaded.

Sam said nothing, but he let Dean and I push him back toward the car. He kept his glare on Dad, shuffling backward.

“This is why I left in the first place.” He mumbled.

Dad snapped back around. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.” Sam snarled, pushing past us once more.

“Yeah.” Dad’s nostrils flared. “You left. Your brother and sister and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam.”

“Sams-”

“You walked away!” Dad howled, cutting me off.

“Stop it, both of you.” Dean whimpered, eyes getting wide.

“You’re the one who said don’t come back, Dad! You closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off that you couldn’t control me anymore!”

“Stop it!” I growled. “Both of you stop.”

I panted, letting the blood in my mouth spill past my lips and down my front. Dean sighed, grabbing me by the shoulders as I bared my teeth. Dad’s hand was on his gun, and Sam stepped in front of us.

Dad kept his hand on his gun and glared at me. “Olive, if you ever thi-”

“That’s enough.” Sam warned him.

“Sam-”

“Both of you quit it!” I bared my teeth again.

Sam and Dad stared at each other, and Dean pulled Sam back before looking at Dad.

“That means you too.”

They stayed silent. Dad backed away before storming to his car and slamming the door shut. Sam glanced at me with a worried look on his face and slid back into the Impala. Dean sighed, and my teeth cracked, fangs retracting.

“Fuck.” I spat blood, wiping my mouth on the back of my sleeve. “De?” I looked up at him with my own version of puppy dog eyes and he sighed.

“Yeah. You alright?”

I nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

A pause, and we both sighed. We looked from Dad’s truck to Sam in Baby, to the Richmonds, who were staring with wide eyes. Hunter was out, leaning against his open door.

“Fucking terrific.” Dean grumbled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

***

A beat up camaro pulled into the driveway of the barn in the woods. A vampire came out of the house and held his hand up, protecting his eyes from the sun. Dean gasped, and I looked at Sam with wide eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his head was tilted. The Richmonds each did something similar. We were ducked in the woods, watching the vamp nest. Jinx had been left in the car, sleeping on Dean’s jacket.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean grumbled.

“So they’re really not afraid of the sun?” Everett squinted.

Dad huffed. “Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill ‘em is by beheading. They sleep during the day, doesn’t mean they won’t wake up.”

I sighed, and Dean leaned against the tree in front of him.

“So I guess walking right in isn’t our best option.” Sutton whispered.

Dad smiled. “Actually, that’s the plan.”

Everett turned to Dean with a bitchface. He mocked her as Sutton and Sam shared a worried glance. I looked at Hunter over my shoulder, and he looked pale. I held in a groan as my stomach turned.

As awful as it was of me to say it, I didn’t feel safe with Dad. I knew he would try to protect me, but his priority was always the hunt. If it came down to it, I was sure Dad would rather slice a vamp in two before rushing me to a hospital.

Dean noticed how I went stiff, and turned to me, reaching out a hand. I immediately took it and looked at him with full-blown fear on my face. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head.

It’s okay. I’ve got you.

***

“Is she good?” Dean asked as I shut the car door.

“Yeah, she’s still pretty sleepy. Just gotta make sure we take her on a walk tomorrow.” I pulled my jacket back on and met him by the trunk of the car.

“Hey, Dad, we’ve got an extra machete if you need one.” Dean called over his shoulder as he handed me one.

I slid it into the holster and looked over at Dad. He smiled, unveiling a huge, sparkling, serrated edge machete from a leather holster.

“I think I’m okay. Thanks.”

My jaw dropped and I hit Dean’s arm. He looked up, eyes going wide.

“Wow.”

The Richmonds crowded around, like students flocking to a teacher, or in this case, a pretty machete.

“So, you kids really wanna know about this Colt?” Dad asked.

Sutton nodded, and Everett holstered her machete. “Yes, sir.”

I flinched. They were just being polite. If we were working with Irene Richmond, we would be calling her ma’am. But hearing someone else call Dad “Sir” made me feel like we were boot camp kids, not his kids.

“It’s just a story. A legend, really.” He huffed. “Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel’s letter.”

“He had it, right?” Hunter asked.

Dad nodded. “Back in 1835, when Halley’s comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun.”

The six of us blinked at him. What could be so special about a gun?

Dad gave us his own version of a bitchface. “He made it for a hunter, a man like us, only on horseback. Story goes, he only made thirteen bullets. And this hunter used the gun half a dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him.” He sighed. “And somehow Daniel got his hands on it…” He paused with a slight shake of his head. “They say… they say this gun can kill anything.”

The Richmonds pulled back, shocked, and Dean’s eyes went wide.

“Kill anything, like…”

“Supernatural anything?” I looked up at Dean, who had trailed off.

“Like the demon.” Sam noted.

“Yeah.” Dad nodded. “The demon. Ever since I picked up its trail, I’ve been looking for a way to destroy the thing.”

Sutton nodded. “And if we find the gun-”

“We might have it.” Everett finished.

Dad nodded. “Exactly right, Richmond.”

***

Dad pushed the barn window open and disappeared into the darkness. Everett nodded at Dean as she followed. Sutton was next, followed by Sam. Hunter squared his shoulders before hopping in through the window. I glanced at Dean, nervous. He nodded.

It’s okay. I’m right behind you.

I sighed and dropped in through the window. Hunter was waiting for me on the other side, helping me get my feet on the ground. Dean jumped in and rolled onto his feet, standing straight. His chest was puffed, shoulders strong, and head up. I sighed internally. His confident posture provided some relief.

Some was better than nothing.

While Dad took off on his own, Everett and Sutton would stay together. Sam would be a few feet ahead of us, and Hunter and I were to stick to Dean’s side. We looked around the room. There were about a dozen vamps sleeping in hammocks strung up from the ceiling. Hunter led the way, following Sam as he made his way through the barn. Dean was behind me. Sam disappeared into the next room, and Hunter followed. There was the sound of glass thudding on the floor, and I whipped around, hand on my machete. Dean held a hand up, pointing to the ground by his foot. He had knocked an empty beer bottle over. I let out a low breath and pressed on.

“Dean. Olive.” Sam whispered.

Dean followed me into the next room, where Hunter and Sam were trying to untie a woman hooked around a pole. She was unconscious, or maybe even dead, her head hanging loosely and her skin drained of color. There was a clink of metal, and Dean turned around.

“There’s more.” He grumbled.

Hunter nodded at me and moved to follow Dean. I unclipped the pocket knife from my belt and began to cut the woman’s ropes. I glanced over my shoulder to see the boys standing in front of a metal cage, full of people that were out cold. Dean slammed something against the lock, and Sam’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

We looked at the hammocks, but everything was perfectly still.

Too still.

The voice in my head was low and grumbly. I blinked, and Sam whispered something, but not to me.

Too. Still. Get out.

There was a roar that sounded more jarring than mine, and Sam leaped a foot in the air. Dean and Hunter spun around. Vampires came crawling from every possible corner, and I let out a loud howl, fangs sliding out.

“Olive, Sam!” Dean barked.

Sam ran forward and yanked me off my feet, throwing me over his shoulder as he started toward Dean.

“Run!” Everett and Sutton came out through a hallway, pulling Hunter with them.

Dean led the way, and I snapped at the approaching vamps as Sam carried me away. The three of us called for Dad in a chorus of shouts, and a growl ripped through my throat again.

Sam dropped me onto my feet once we reached the top of the hill. Sutton put her hands on her knees, and Hunter sniffed, tears welling in his eyes. Everett looked pissed. Dean turned back around, trying to scramble back down the hill. I yanked him back by the collar of his shirt with a snarl.

I held him back easily.

“Dad?” He called out.

There was no answer, and the adrenaline in my system was beginning to die out. I huffed, chest rising and falling as Dean began to shake.

“Dad!”

Still nothing.

Sutton put a hand on Sam’s arm. “I’m so sorry.”

Tears fell down Hunter’s cheeks, and Everett shook her head, looking away.

“Kids!” Dad came into sight, unharmed.

We let out sighs of relief as we turned back up toward the hill, ready to book it to the cars.

“They won’t follow.” Dad panted. “They’ll wait til tonight. Once a vampire smells your blood, it’s for life.”

Everett shrugged. “Okay. Nobody’s bleeding.”

I spat onto the floor and looked up with a glare. Dad seemed angry.

“Well, Olive left a lot behind.”

I shrunk back, and Dean grabbed me by the hand.

It’s okay. It isn’t your fault.

“Okay, so what the hell do we do now?” Sam scowled.

“We gotta find the nearest funeral home, that’s what.” Dad huffed.

We tilted our heads at him, then looked at each other.

What?

***

“Alright. Stay down, no matter what. You hear me?” Dean hissed.

“Yeah, fine.” I huffed as I sunk down into the bench, gripping my machete.

I was bait, stuck in the car while Dean popped the hood open and stared at the engine. Jinx was in the Richmonds’ car, probably snuggled up in Hunter’s jacket. She loved him almost as much as she loved us.

“Car trouble?”

My grip on the machete tightened and my stomach began to hurt.

“Let me give you a life. I’ll take you back to my place.”

I rolled my eyes. Did this bitch of a vamp really think she could get Dean Winchester into bed?

“Nah, I’ll pass.” I could see the grin on Dean’s face. “I usually draw the line at necrophilia.”

“Ooh.” There was a sound of skin against skin, and I flinched.

She must’ve hit him.

“I don’t usually get this friendly until the second date, but…” He sounded strained.

“You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends.” She taunted.

There was a long pause, and then Dean made a noise of disgust. “Oh, wow. Sorry. I don’t usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not for eternity.”

There were two wet thuds, and I sat up, pushing myself out of the car with a grunt.

“Dammit.” She was blonde, and the arrow was sticking out of her chest. “You.” She narrowed her eyes at me, dropping Dean.

He fell to the ground before scrambling back to his feet. Dad, Sam, and the Richmonds came out of the trees, each with a crossbow. Hunter was the only one with a regular bow, hooked over his shoulder as he stared at the vamp with murder in his eyes.

“It barely even stings.” She taunted.

“Give it time, sweetheart.” Dad grinned. “That arrow’s soaked in dead man’s blood.”

“It’s like poison to you.”

“Isn’t it?”

Her face drained further and she crashed to the ground. Dad hummed, satisfied.

“Alright, kids. Load her up.” He nodded toward the other vamp. “I’ll take care of this one.”

Sam handed his crossbow off to me as he grabbed the vamp by her wrists. Dean grabbed her by the ankles, and they hoisted her off the ground. Sutton and Everett pulled the tarp off the bed of Dad’s truck, and the boys dumped the vamp as Dad beheaded the other. Hunter and I both flinched, inching closer to each other, and then our siblings.

“Okay, let’s hit the road.”

***

Dad shut a brown paper bag as he and Dean came from the Impala to the fire. Sam and Everett were circling with their machetes. Sutton was keeping the fire alive while Hunter and I were sharpening our own weapons.

“Toss this on the fire.” Dad handed me the bag. “Saffron, skunk’s cabbage and trillium. It’ll block our scent and hers, until we’re ready.”

Hunter pulled the bag open and took a whiff before rearing back and coughing. I turned my nose up and dumped the bag over the fire. Jinx whined, edging as far away as she could.

“Dad, this stuff stinks.”

He nodded, laughing. “That’s the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes, and you stand a chance of not being detected.

“You’re sure they’ll come after her?” Everett asked.

Dad nodded. “Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun does.”

“The blood sickness is gonna wear off soon, won’t it?” Hunter looked up.

“Yeah. You don’t have a lot of time.”

“Half hour oughta do it.” Sam mumbled.

“And then I want you six out of the area as soon as possible.” Dad ordered.

“But…”

“Well-”

“Dad, you can’t take them on all by yourself.” I scowled.

“I’ll have her.” Dad grumbled. “And the Colt.”

“But after.” Sam narrowed his eyes. “We’re gonna meet up. Right?”

Nothing.

“Use the gun together. Right?”

Dad stayed silent. My jaw clenched and the Richmonds sunk down, trying to stay unseen.

“He’s leaving again.” I snapped.

“You still wanna go after the demon alone.” Sam let out a breath. “You know, I don’t get you, Dad. You can’t keep treating us like this.”

“Like we’re kids, Dad!”

“You are a kid, Olive. You’re my children. I’m trying to keep you safe.” Dad hissed.

“I’m fifteen. I’m a hunter. I am not a child.” I spoke through gritted teeth.

“You’re a kid!” He roared. “I am trying to keep you safe!”

“Dad. All due respect, but that’s a load of shit.” Dean shook his head.

Sam and Dad snapped to look his way, shocked. I squared my shoulders, feeling increasingly confident. Dean was on my side.

“Excuse me?”

“Olive isn’t a kid. She had to grow up faster than Sam and I did. You know what the three of us have been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself.” Dean shook his head again. “You can’t be that worried about keeping us safe.”

“That is not the same thing, Dean.”

I glanced over at the Richmonds. Hunter’s eyes were trained on us, and Sutton and Everett were staring at the ground.

“Then what is it, Dad? Why do you want us out of the big fight so damn bad?” Dean pressed.

“This demon? It’s a bad son of a bitch!” Dad’s voice rose again. “I can’t make the same moves if I’m worried about keeping you alive!”

“You mean you can’t be as reckless.” Dean grumbled.

“We don’t need you to keep us alive, Dad!” I yelled, pulling at my hair. “We have each other! We’ve been keeping each other alive for the last fifteen fucking years!”

“Look.” Dad glared at me. “I don’t expect it to make it out of this fight in one piece. Boys, your mother’s death… it almost killed me.” He shook his head. “I can’t watch my children die too. I won’t.”

“And what happens if you die?” Dean scoffed. “Dad, what happens if you die, and we could’ve done something about it? You know what I’ve been thinking?” He sighed. “I think that Sammy’s right about this one.”

I nodded. “Dad, we should do this together.”

“We’re stronger as a family, Dad.” Dean whispered. “We just are. You know it.”

Dad paused, and I felt my hopes rise. Sam made his classic puppy-eyes, and Dean’s bottom lip trembled.

“We’re running out of time. You do your job and you get the hell out of dodge. That’s an order.”

Dean looked down, tears welling in his eyes. Sam’s jaw clenched, and I felt my teeth chatter. I was shaking, pissed off.

“Dad, you-”

Dean clapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me back. My nostrils flared and I tried to get away, but Sam pushed me back down toward Dean. The Richmonds popped to their feet, glaring. Hunter scooped Jinx up as she barked.

“Ollie, stop.” Dean begged, voice breaking.

“Olive, what did you say?” Dad snapped, taking a step forward.

I smacked Dean’s hands away and all but lunged over Sam’s shoulder.

“You’re an ass!”

“Olive!” Dean shouted, in tears.

Dad glared at me, jaw set. I spit on the ground as my teeth shifted around. Dad leaned down, pushing his face close to mine.

“Say it again, Olive.”

“You. Are. An. Ass.” I hissed. “And you can go to hell.”

Dad’s hand wound back before coming back across my cheek. His knuckles dug into my cheekbone, and I was sent stumbling back into my brothers. One of them caught me as blood sprayed out past my lips.

“Dad, that’s enough!” Sam howled.

“Hunter, no.” I glanced over to see Everett holding him by the shoulders.

“Ollie-”

“Olive, if you ever disrespect me like that again, it’ll be the last time.” Dad warned before turning on his heel and storming to his car.

“Olive.” Dean cradled me in his arms, holding me against his chest.

“I’m fine.” I mumbled, letting my head fall back.

The Richmonds scrambled over. Sutton and Everett said nothing as they stared at us. Hunter was on his knees, hands going for my ankles. Jinx howled, sniffing me and whining. I patted her head.

“Olive?”

“I’m okay.” I muttered.

“Ollie, you can’t do that.” Dean whispered.

“She didn’t do anything wrong, Dean.” Sam glared, kneeling down to take me from him.

“I’m okay.” I swallowed. “Promise.”

“Sammy, I know she didn’t do anything.”

“She just told him the truth.” Sam hissed.

“Olive, you can’t say those things to him. You know how he gets. It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Dean grabbed my cheeks. “But he’ll do it again if you say anything to him. And we can’t protect you.”

“Get off your shit, Winchester!” Everett shouted. “That’s your kid, you can’t let him put his hands on her!”

Sam’s nostrils flared again. “She's right. We can protect her. We should. She’s our baby sister. We have to protect her.”

Jinx howled, sensing the tensions. She jumped at Hunter, who picked her up again, holding her under his arm.

“Let’s go.” I pushed myself to my feet and stumbled forward.

Hunter caught me and put a hand on my cheek. “Olive. Jesus.”

“We don’t have time for this.” I squirmed away and toward the car.

***

Dean held a hand out, and I stayed behind him, bouncing on my toes. The vamp took a swig from a bottle before turning around, facing us.

“Boo.” Dean spat as he swung his machete.

The head rolled onto the ground as I followed him across the barn, making it to the caged people.

“Told you we’d be back.” He grinned at the ones that were awake as we began to smash the locks.

***

Dad dragged the vamp forward by the arm, picking his gun off the ground. She struggled, and the guy vamp appeared from beside the barn, ready to fight. He was followed by a few others, all on edge and angry looking.

I was bouncing on my toes, behind Dean and next to Sam. Everett was next to Dean, Hunter and Sutton crouching behind her.

“It’s a nice move. You almost made it.” The vamp growled at Dad.

The girl swung around, knocking Dad against his truck. The gun went flying, and the guy stalked up to Dad, backhanding him. Dad slunk down to the ground, out cold. Dean aimed his crossbow and shot one of the vamps. We ran out, and Sam stood at his full height, approaching the alpha male. He hit Sam in the chest, and Sam stumbled backward. I pulled out my machete and went for him, but the vamp held Sam in a headlock.

“Don’t! I’ll break his neck!” He growled. “Put the weapons down.”

I dropped the machete and put my hands up. Dean did nothing, and the vamp tightened his arm around Sam. Sam struggled, panic growing in his eyes. I turned and glared at Dean, who dropped the crossbow. Dad moved from behind him, but I kept my eyes on Sam.

“You people.” His arm tightened again. “Why can’t you leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do.”

“I don’t think so.” Dad hissed.

The vamp dropped Sam, who stumbled forward on his hands and knees. Dean and I both reached for him, and once Sam was on his feet, he pulled me behind him. Dean did the same with him. Dad shot the vamp between the eyes. He grunted as a flash of light showed his skeleton. He fell to his knees, dead.

“Luther!” The girl screamed.

She ran at Dad, but another vamp grabbed her and dragged her into their car. They took off, tires squealing. Dad smiled, satisfied. I clung to Sam with a sigh.

“Let’s go.”

***

The door swung open, and I jumped, on edge. We were packing our bags, ready to hit the road. The Richmonds had caught the trail of another case and had split earlier.

“So, kids.” Dad shut the door behind him.

I sighed as I shoved a shirt into my bag. Sam nudged me, and I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to face him.

“Yes sir.” Sam cleared his throat.

“You ignored a direct order back there.”

“Yes sir.” Sam repeated.

“But we saved your ass.” I hissed.

Dean immediately stepped in front of me as Sam eyed me, swallowing nervously. Jinx whined from her spot on one of the beds.

“You’re right.” Dad nodded.

I blinked, shoulders dropping. “I am?”

Dad sighed. “It scares the hell out of me. You three are all I’ve got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So… we go after this damn thing. Together.”

“Yes sir.”

“Olive. I’m sorry.” Dad sighed at me.

I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that we take this son of a bitch down.”

He smiled. “You really are your brother’s sister.”

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The Destiel Story (A Playlist)

Merry Christmas! Here’s my gift to y'all. I made a chronological playlist of destiel, and I’ll explain each song on by one. Or if you aren’t interested in reading that much (3) HERE you have the spotify playlist :)

Tagging: @verobatto-angelxhunter @agusvedder @legendary-destiel Happpy Holidays :3

04×01/04×06 Infra-red -Three Days Grace Just getting to know each other

Everyone’s living in black and white We see each other in a different light That’s why I look at you like I do Like nobody else is even in the room [...] In Infra-red The heat and the light and the way you move Like nobody else is in the room If you fall into me, I fall into you I see you, I see you

04×07/04×20 You Found Me - The Fray In 04×07 we have the whole “I’ll tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul”, so trust begins to flourish here.

Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me

04×21/ 05×03 - Angel With a Shotgun - The Cab You know, rebel against heaven and everything you ever believed for a friend. It’s casual.

They say before you start a war You better know what you’re fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be I’m an angel with a shotgun Fighting til’ the wars won I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe Don’t you know you’re everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight

04×05 - Stoned on You - James Young I was about to put Toxic, but I think that joke’s been made to many times already.

Girl, I get stoned on you Rubbing my bones on you (yeah) Nothing else burns like you do (no) Oh Lord, I get stoned on you, oh Stoned!

05×05/22×05 - Dangerous Night - Imagine Dragons Does it happen to y'all that you are trying to stop The Apocalypse, but you keep having gay thoughts about your angel? Annoying, I know

What a dangerous night to fall in love Don’t know why we still hide what we’ve become (oh, oh) Do you wanna cross the line? We’re runnin’ out of time A dangerous night to fall in love Started a stranger, a love endangered The edge of a night The face of an angel, the heart of a ghost Was it a dream?

Time Skip bewtwen s5/s6 Dare I Say - Alexander Rybak If only Cas had kept contact with Dean, I would be able to use Lips Of An Angel, but no, he had to go all MIA. But this song’s still good so. Cas POV, btw.

She doesn’t know that I’m thinking of her […] She makes me glad just by being alright Though I would wish that just for one night She would come back and again we’ll be friends Like those times where love never ends […] You said you love him the last time we met Please tell your boyfriend that I’m not a threat I know the difference between right and wrong […] But dare I say you are amazing in every way? And would you mind if we woke up with each other each day? But then I remember that I’m just a guy And still I keep dreaming of you ‘cause that’s all I can do

06×01/06×19 I’m Not An Angel - Halestorm Cas POV again. S6 is so angsty istg I had like 300 possibles songs for each of the following parts.

You saw all the signs, but you let it go You closed your eyes […] Hate being that wall That you hit when you feel that you gave it all I keep taking the blame When we both know that I’ll never change […] I wasn’t always this way I used to be the one with the halo But that disappeared when I had my first taste And fell from grace and left me in this place

06×20 Set Fire To The Rain - Adele You can’t have a descent playlist without Adele, amirite? Dean’s POV this time. Poor baby really felt betrayed. The Man Who Would be King is probably one of my faves episodes tbh.

But there’s a side to you That I never knew, never knew All the things you’d say They were never true, never true And the games you play You would always win, always win […] I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames Well, it felt something died 'Cause I knew that that was The last time, the last time Sometimes I wake up by the door, That heart you caught must be waiting for you Even now when we’re already over I can’t help myself from looking for you

06×21/06×22 Angels - Within Temptation I love this song so much and it’s so destiel in these episodes I swear I can’t for how much it fits. Dean’s POV

Sparkling Angel, I believed You were my saviour, in my time of need Blinded by faith, I couldn’t hear, All the whispers, the warnings so clear […] You took my heart, deceived me right from the start You showed me dreams, I wish they’d turn into real You broke the promise and made me realize It was all just a lie

07×01/ 07×02 - What Have You Done - Within Temptation I don’t know whose POV, but this song is so perfect I can’t believe no one has thought of this before.

Would you mind I kill you? Would you mind if I tried to? Cause you have Turn into my worst enemy You carry hate that I don’t feel. It’s over now, what have you done? (What have you done now?) I, I’ve been waiting for someone like you But now you are slipping away (What have you done now?) Why, why does fate make us suffer? There’s a curse between us Between me and you

07×03/07×16 Incomplete - Backstreet Boys And in this Dean Grieving Cas Pt.1, we have a little bit of denial and a lot of heart-brokenness.

I tried to go on like I never knew you I’m awake, but my world if hald asleep I pray for this heart to be unbroken But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete […] I don’t mean to drag it on But I can’t seem to let you go I don’t want to make you face this world alone I want to let you go

07×17 Taking Over Me - Evanescence The Born Again Identity. Dean’s POV. No more comments.

You don’t remember me, but I remember you I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you But who can decide what they dream? And dream I do I believe in you I’ll give up everything just to find you I have to be with you to live to breathe You’re taking over me Have you forgotten all I know And all we had? You saw me mourning my love for you And touched my hand I knew you loved me then

07×18/07×22 Clarity - Zedd Is this a joke about Crazy!Cas? Maybe. But I think it’s mostly serious. Probably.

Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need Chasing relentlessly Still fight and I don’t know why If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity

Purgatory - A Thousand Years - Christina Perry The Purgatory storyline makes me so emotional I love it so much and now we are going back and- If they don’t solve their problems so I can add Halo to this playlist then what’s even the fucking point.

How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt Suddenly goes away somehow One step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more […] And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more

08×01/08×07 The Night We Met - Lord Huron Dean trying to deal with his feelings about leaving Cas behind, and his really platonic hallucinations.

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don’t know what I’m supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

08×08/08×16 Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye Dean’s POV hurting because Cas is acting strange and doesn’t respond to his prayers even after all they lived together in Purgatory.

But you didn’t have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No, you didn’t have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don’t need that though Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

08×17 Find my way back - Eric Arjes Cas finding his way to Dean even with Naomi’s brainwashing :D

On my way now Don’t give up on me And no one knows what What tomorrow brings These weary eyes will never rest Until they look in yours again […] There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do I’ll find my way back to you I’ll find my way back to you I’ll find my way back Into the dark to chase your heart No distance could ever tear us apart There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do I’ll find my way back to you

08×18/09×02 Hold On - Chord Overstreet Cas bailing on Dean -again-, and going AWOL -again-, and then saying he will close Heaven and probably die, or in the least never see each other again.

Loving and fighting Accusing, denying I can’t imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos, the demons we’re made of I’d be so lost if you left me alone […] I don’t wanna let go I know I’m not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying baby, let’s go home Let’s go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you

09×03 To Good at Goodbyes - Sam Smith I won’t comment this chapter bc it still hurts me :) “You can’t stay”

I know you’re thinking I’m heartless I know you’re thinking I’m cold I’m just protecting my innocence I’m just protecting my soul […] But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true I’m way to good at goodbyes

09×06 Do I Wanna Know - Artic Monkeys This is POV both of them kinda, I don’t know how to explain it, it just gives me the vibe. An alternative to this if you like music in spanish, is “Ex de verdad” from Ha-Ash. I think that one is much funnier for the situation, but I decided for english only :(

Do I wanna know If this feelin’ flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin’ things that you can’t say tomorrow day Crawlin�� back to you Ever thought of callin’ when You’ve had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I’m too Busy bein’ yours To fall for somebody new Now, I’ve thought it through Crawlin’ back to you

09×07/09×23 I Would Do Anything For Love - Meat Loaf “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love. With Humanity.”

As long as the planets are turning As long as the stars are burning As long dreams are coming true You’d better believe it, that I would do Anything for love Oh I would do anything for love Oh I would do anything for love

10×01/ 10×03 My Demons - Starset This is completely serious. I swear.

Take me over the walls below Fly forever Don’t let me go I need a savior to heal my pain When I become my worst enemy The enemy […] Take me high and I’ll sing Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay) We are one in the same Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away) Save me if I become My demons

10×04 /10×22 No Rest -Dry the River A.K.A time for the angsty parallel Cain/Colette & Dean/Cas

Did you see the light in my heart? Did you see the sweat on my brow? Did you see the fear in my heart? Did you see me bleeding out? I loved you in the best I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the best

10×23 /11×10 Next to Me - Imagine Dragons -I almost killed you bc of the Mark of Cain and then you almost killed me with Rowena’s spell but still here we are.

Oh, I always let you down You’re shattered on the ground But still I find you there Next to me And oh, stupid things I do I’m far from good, it’s true But still I find you Next to me

11×11/11×22 If You Only Knew - Shinedown *Violently pinning while Cas is being Lucifer’s vessel*

If you only knew How I refuse to let you go, Even when you’re gone I don’t regret any days I Spent, nights we shared, Or letters that I sent It’s 4:03 and I can’t sleep Without you next to me I Toss and turn like the sea If I drown tonight, bring me Back to life Breathe your breath in me The only thing that I still believe In is you, if you only knew […] You help me live and learn

11×23 I’ll Follow You Into The Dark - Gavin Mikhail “I could go with you” GOD do they make me cry

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied And illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I’ll follow you into the dark

12×01 Arms - Christina Perry That hug so cute, my babies.

I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth And I’ve never opened up I’ve never truly loved 'till you put your arms around me And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go […] You put your arms around me and I’m home

12×02/12×09 I Found - Amber Run *Pining bc Cas doesn’t pay attention to you because he is looking for Lucifer*

I’ll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind And I’ll use you as a focal point So I don’t lose sight of what I want And I’ve moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would And I’ll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind

12×10 Hot N Cold - Katy Perry I could have used a more serious one, but the best part of the episode is them bickering like an old married couple.

'Cause you’re hot then you’re cold You’re yes then you’re no You’re in then you’re out You’re up then you’re down You’re wrong when it’s right It’s black and it’s white We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up (You) You don’t really want to stay, no (You) But you don’t really want to go-o

12×11 - Losing your Memory - Ryan Star This is the episode where Dean gets witched into amnesia.

Call all your friends And tell them you’re never coming back Cause this is the end Pretend that you want it […] I would have died I would have loved you all my life You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory, now

12×12 In The Name of Love - Martin Garrix, Bebe Rexha “I love you.” *looks at Dean* “I love all of you"

If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire’s gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love Would you let me lead you even when you’re blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night In the silence, when there’s no one by your side Would you call in the name of love? In the name of love, name of love In the name of love, name of love

12×13/12×18- I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - ZAYN, Taylor Swift *Cas keeps going after Lucifer’s child instead of paying attention to Dean*

Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you’d call It’s just a cruel existence like there’s no point hoping at all Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day Give me something, oh, but you say nothing What is happening to me? […] I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home

12×19 Thank You - Led Zeppelin This song has absolutely no relation to the episode but I KNOW Dean put it in the mixtape in hopes that Cas would do 1+1 and understand his confession, but he didn’t. And you can pry that headcanon from my COLD DEAD FINGERS.

If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you When mountains crumble to the sea There will still be you and me Little drops of rain whisper of the pain Tears of loves lost in the days gone by My love is strong, with you there is no wrong Together we shall go until we die My, my, my inspiration is what you are to me Inspiration look, see

12×23 Slipped Away - Avril Lavigne :)))) Do not think of Dean on his knees next to Cas’ body and the burned wings.

Now you’re gone, now you’re gone There you go, there you go Somewhere I can’t bring you back Now you’re gone, now you’re gone There you go, there you go Somewhere, you’re not coming back The day you slipped away Was the day I found it won’t be the same, no The day you slipped away Was the day that I found it won’t be the same, oh

13×01/ 13×05 Dark Paradise - Lana de Rey Dean grieving Cas Pt.2 but this time he takes it like, a thousand times worse.

All my friends tell me I should move on I’m lying in the ocean, singing your song Ah, that’s how you sing it Loving you forever, can’t be wrong Even though you’re not here, won’t move on Ah, that’s how we play it And there’s no remedy for memory your face Is like a melody, it won’t leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me That everything is fine But I wish I was dead Every time I close my eyes It’s like a dark paradise No one compares to you I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side

13×06 Better Than I Know Myself - Adam Lambert Brokebacknatural. Dean being a happy ray of sunshine now that he got his sunshine back.

Cold as ice And more bitter than a December Winter night That’s how I treated you And I know that II sometimes tend to lose my temper And I cross the line Yeah that’s the truth I know it gets hard sometimes But I could never Leave your side No matter what I say 'Cause if I wanted to go I would’ve gone by now but I really need you near me To keep my mind off the edge If I wanted to leave I would’ve left by now But you’re the only one that knows me Better than I know myself

Emm… from here I’ll be skipping many episodes because, as you know, the writers decided that Dean and Cas didn’t need to interact for anything other than talking about Jack, because it’s not like they had a profound bond or anything, right?

14×22 September - Daughtry Dean seeing what would have been of Cas if they haven’t met.

Of all the things I still remember Summer’s never looked the same The years go by and time just seems to fly But the memories remain In the middle of September we’d still play out in the rain Nothing to lose but everything to gain Reflecting now on how things could’ve been It was worth it in the end

13×23/14×02 Hymn for the Missing - Red *Reverse pinning now with Cas pinning for a Dean that’s being Michael’s vessel*

Where are you now? Are you lost? Will I find you again? Are you alone? Are you afraid? Are you searching for me? Why did you go? I had to stay Now I’m reaching for you Will you wait, will you wait? Will I see you again?

14×03/14×17 Stone - James Young This is… mostly just from 14×14 with Dean and Cas’ talk when Jack went to the bathroom bc they still never talk.

Your father came and went like the ocean’s tide And the day he left he never said goodbye […] You’ve been waiting for a miracle all your life […] So give me all your pain And love will set you free Give all your shame Put all your weight on me And I’ll be the stone you need me to be

14×18 /15×02 Bad Guy - Set it Off Look! They are talking again and- and now they are fighting. And Dean is blaming Cas for things that weren’t his fault. *sighting* Cas POV

I stole the moon I made the stars align I showed you how to fly And you made me the bad guy I fought for you I kept you safe at night I would have risked my life And you made me the bad guy

15×03 Fade - Lewis Cappaldi The DivorceTM

Well, I know that we’ve been hardly holding on To tell the truth, I can’t believe we got this far Running near on empty I wish somebody would’ve told me That I’d end up so caught up in need of your demons That I’d be lost without you leading me astray Guess that I’m a fool for the way that you caught me Girl, you make my heart break more every day But don’t fade away

15×04/15×06 - Always - Gavin James And now we are pretending you are okay with the fact Cas dumped you? Okay, let’s pretend the drinking and comfort food ain’t signals of depression

What am I supposed to do without you? Is it too late to pick the pieces up? Too soon to let them go? Do you feel damaged just like I do? Your face, it makes my body ache It won’t leave me alone And this feels like drowning Trouble sleeping Restless dreaming You’re in my head Always, always I just got scared Away, away I’d rather choke on my bad decisions Then just carry them to my grave You’re in my head Always, always, always

15×07- Feel Something - James Young I Don’t Miss My Ex, so I’ll go have a good time with my other ex- oh no his evil. Oh no I had to kill him. Oh no I came back home and Cas won’t even look at me. Damn.

Touch me someone I’m too young to feel so Numb, numb, numb, numb […] So if you’re gonna stay, then stay But if you’re gonna go Make sure that you hurt me just enough to Make me feel something, something

15×08 Habits of My Heart - James Young So now we are pretending we aren’t sending indirects to each other? Fine. And you still don’t look at me even when you heal me AND NOT TOUCH ME. FINE. And now our brothers are sending us to the time when our love was strongest? Where I spent a year praying to you and looking for you? I place that feels pure? Oh fuck.

You know I’d rather be alone, yeah But then you call me on the phone Oh the habits of my heart I can´t say no It’s ripping me apart You get too close You make it hard to let you go […] 'Cause I’d rather be alone But you fermented in my bones

(Note: You can measure my failure by the fact the word Angel was only 4 times in all this list.)

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OT3FIC: Galentine’s Coda For Shada

“You know they’re still watching us.” His voice was rough but deep, rumbling in his chest and said softly against the curve of her ear as he leaned into her. Shada could feel her cheeks heating at the brush of his lips against the shell of her ear before he pulled back away after a second too long. “It feels like high school and the gossip mill starting.”

“I wouldn’t know, but it definitely feels strange,” she replied equally gently, tossing her head back in a move to flip her hair from her face and also get a glance in towards the small booth across the room where she could see both Abigail and Sam watching them carefully. That heat got worse at the hunter’s hand raising up to tuck her hair back behind her ear as she blinked back up at him. His hand didn’t drop, and something in her - or maybe it was a rush of thought or desire from him that she was picking up - told her to raise her own hand to his, stroking a few fingers through the shorter hairs at the side of his head.

“Maybe we should give them something to watch,” Shada added, the curve of her lips twitching up into what she hoped was a flirtatious smile.

It was unnecessary to suggest it though.

She was almost entirely certain that they had given more than enough for the three others to gossip about for quite some time, and that she was fairly certain she’d be hearing about from her brother in a week or two as well. The touches, the way Dean had sunk into the free space beside her as soon as she’d suggested they get drinks for the group and still not made it back over to the booth with any non-existent drinks, the way she knew she was leaning in towards him and kept flipping her hair and looking up at him with far too many flutters of her eyelashes. Everything, since Dean had approached her and placed a hand to the back of her chair, had sunk into her that something different was happening this evening.

Usually, they flirted almost non-stop whenever they were at a family gathering at the same time, however, usually it was Shada doing the odd touch and press while Dean’s ears would slowly grow redder and redder. Usually, it was Shada that initiated the conversation, not the hunter like this evening when he and his brother had approached the gossiping group of girl’s back at their hotel bar after taking the youngest out for her fancy French dinner, and especially not in the husky tone that Dean had told her how nice her dress looked that evening. Usually, it was Shada who ran her fingers up his arm and tugged at the collar of his shirt and teased him about his cheeks getting red, not Dean rubbing his thumb against the skin of her back and teasing her about her cheeks getting red.

“Maybe we should.” “Haven’t we already given them enough?” “Not if you’d like to give more.”

Shada practically shuddered as Dean shifted tighter against her as they talked rather than away as another man moved to lean against the bar behind him. She could tell there was room for Dean to have not, but he still leaned into her frame with a smile on his face that made her toes curl a little to have it directed towards her. She could feel something was different, and whether it was just a good time that the brothers had come in off of or something else, she couldn’t quite pinpoint unless she decided to go diving through his thoughts and right now she was a little too distracted by her own.

“I...” She felt herself stumbling over the words, brows creasing into a tiny frown as she looked up at him uncertainly. Something felt different, and she didn’t know if the way he was looking so earnest but interested and the quirk of his brow up in query felt like he was joking or serious. “What did you have in mind then, Dean?”

“I was thinking that I don’t, uh, stay in places like this often. Pretty sure I’ve never seen a room like what I think you have upstairs.” Dean’s charm bled through the words, but she could feel the way his hand grew hotter and seemed to be sweating more than the warm hotel bar should cause. The way his lips were quirked in a somewhat cocky smile but his green eyes, the gorgeous green and softness to them, were dancing quickly between each of her’s nervously. The way his spare hand was tapping on the bartop as if projecting nonchalance while his shoulders were squared and tense under the soft flannel. It was charmingly inept and so very cute, the way he seemed to think and know this worked but also projected an expectation to be shot down immediately.

That made up her mind and sliding off the barstool quickly, Shada grinned up at him wickedly as she grabbed a hold of his hand. “Well, we’ll just have to rectify that won’t we!” Chirping the words out at him, the brunette giggled loudly as she held his hand high above the crowd around them’s heads and began weaving the pair of them out towards the lobby before tugging him straight towards the elevator that would take them up to the suite. “Even on the top floor this evening.”

“Really?” “Uh-huh!” “How’d you swing this?”

Dean’s question hung heavily between them for a moment as they stood out front the mirrored elevator doors, hands still held and, at some point, his fingers had entwined between hers. In the mirror, she could see the way his face shifted from jovial to a small frown before he appeared to shrug and turned to look at her out the corner of his eye.

“Guessing much like me and Sammy’s fake credit cards, right?” The hunter asked softly, and Shada practically shivered at his thumb rubbing against the inside of her wrist - though she couldn’t tell if it was at the fact she could tell he had just acknowledged what she was and wasn’t reaching for his iron daggers, or from the soft-touch itself. “Never thought to go for somewhere so nice before.”

“That’s because you boys are too focused on the job at hand to appreciate the finer things in life.” Shada quipped back, glancing out the corner of her eye at him and smirking slightly at the huffed laugh that got from the other as the sound of a chime came and the doors opened before them. An elderly couple emerged and left around them, before Shada drew the other into the small space with her own laugh. “You want to do the honors?”

Dean looked at her curiously for a moment, before reaching to press the button titled ‘PH’ and as the doors closed, Shada found herself sucking in a breath quickly as she was pressed back against the gold metal of the elevator itself. Her back was cooled and broke out in goose-pimples from the cold metal against her open back, but she didn’t even notice it as the large, warm hands came around her waist and hips as he crowded her back. His lips were on hers, covering the gasp she let out as Dean kissed her more thoroughly than she’d ever remembered being kissed. His lips were soft while the slight prickle of a few days without shaving tickled at her chin, his height forcing her to tilt up to him despite her heels as her hands moved on their own volition towards his hair and neck. She almost felt her feet had left the ground as her stomach swooped and he flicked his tongue against the seam of her lips, a request for an entrance that was granted immediately with a smothered moan of hers.

Shada practically melted into his hold, shuddering as one of his hands ran up the length of her back - hot and heavy against her bare skin before wrapping into her hair - while the other wrapped tighter around her waist to hold her firmly against him. And yet despite the strength she could feel of his grip on her waist and the hard muscles pressed tight against her, there was no undue roughness, no unnecessary force or moves that forced her one way or another. It was like being supported, not controlled, and the shadow let out a small whimper as the other released her lips to kiss along her jaw and down her neck instead.

The chime of the elevator went off again and looking around, Shada blinked in surprise to see the doors opening to the one hallway with the door to her room at the end. She felt like it had been mere seconds when every other time the delay of waiting for the mechanical means to travel had felt like it took forever.

“So this is what a top floor is like, huh?” Dean asked quietly into the empty and silent space other than the faint sound of the elevator’s typically calming music. As Shada struggled to answer and find her footing again, he quickly moved his hand from her hair to hold against the doors as they began to try to close with them still inside. “Much smaller than I thought.” His joke sounded far funnier to her somehow at that moment, giggling in response as she finally shook herself free of that moment of him against her and those pretty lips on hers.

“You think so? You should see how small the closest are then.” Shada replied equally cheekily as she squared her shoulders and sauntered past him towards the room’s door, an extra roll in her hips that she just knew he wouldn’t be able to resist watching, before glancing over her shoulder towards him as she unlocked the door with the best ‘come hither’ look she could muster. “The beds are very small too.”

“Really? Such a shame. You should show me.” Dean grunted the words out immediately, and as Shada pushed the for open and moved towards the middle of the main lounge that separated the bedroom suites from one another, she wasn’t surprised at all to feel him come up behind her as the door shut behind them.

She knew she should be more cautious, what with who he is and what he was and who she is and what she was, but she couldn’t feel anything coming off of him that held the tinge of danger that was the scary, deadly kind. Instead, it was the secretly thrilling tinge of danger that this might be a shift from the past - that this might actually happen and in a way that made Shada’s stomach twist to think that she might end up feeling the same way again. The next second his hands were on her again, the back of his knuckles - worn and scarred and hard from years of working the way he did - running along her spine before she let out a small surprised noise at the firm grip that twisted upon her ass as Dean looked out at the view over her shoulder. “At least the view is respectable.”

“Oh, the view is the only positive here, clearly.” Shada’s response got another laugh from the other, and she felt his other hand brush her hair back from one side of her neck before his lips were back upon it with a gentle bite so different to the last teeth that grazed her skin. “I.. I said I’d show you the closet?”

“Oh no, I want to look at the view some more,” Dean growled the words out against her neck, hot breath on her skin making her shudder before he began guiding her forwards past the couch towards the window. In the black of the sky outside and the glow of the few lamps they’d left on in the room, Shada could see their reflection appearing in the glass and shuddered again at the way she caught his eyes as he smiled naughtily back at her over her shoulder.

As Dean pressed a quick kiss to her lips again, Shada let a growl of her own out when he tried to move her again, and instead twisted around to stare back at him defiantly. There was a pause between them, and she felt herself swallowing down on the lump in the back of her throat as the other looked at her a mix of curiosity and lust running off of him before she drew him in for another kiss. This one was searingly hot, his lips opening to her own flick of the tongue before she felt herself pushing him back away from the window and towards the couch until he sank back into it and the shadow moved fluidly to rest across his lap, pinning him down between her thighs as her dress slowly rode up the side of her legs. His hands were on her again, running up her calves as they crossed over his knees before curving up her thighs and pushing her dress higher with them.

It was as his palms skated over the fine lace of her underwear that the fact this was happening washed over the dark-haired woman like a bucket of ice water. Crashing over her and drenching the heat that was burning through her mere seconds earlier, as she could only imagine what came next would follow the same pattern as last time. The sweet-talking, the promises of what she wanted, the smirks and charming that got her on her back and her underwear peeled off before she really had time to think about just how she’d get what was promised to her. The rush of hands and limbs and the taking of what he wanted, regardless of her own needs even as the promise of what she wanted to be taunted at her and the feelings were enough to get her there. The way he left immediately after, and she’d been left behind cold, used and broken as the promises crashed down around her the same as her heart. That Dean's lips were curled in a similar naughty grin and whispered gently against her skin the same types of words - how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how much he wanted her (right then a tiny, nasty voice echoed after each praise) - made her shiver and pull back from his hands with a violent jerk, stumbling back from the couch and his confused look.

“I..”

“Shada, hey, hey. It’s...” His voice was softer, she focused on that as she tugged her dress back down around her legs - eyes wide and some of the heat lost as she looked at him like a cornered animal. His voice was softer, and his words were calming. His hands were held out cautiously as he slowly rose from the couch itself, held out in a calming way as if trying not to startle her with any quick movements. She watched as his face shifted from surprise to frustration to caution and then finally into concern as she could feel her knees shaking outside of her control. Dean stepped slowly, closer, the practiced prowl of a predator or hunter but at the same time the slow concerned steps of a friend. “Hey, if this is too fast-”

“It’s..it’s not. We’ve been flirting for months.” Shada cut across, trying to calm her breathing as they looked at each other, not dropping his gaze at all as they both shifted slowly to stand upright, his movements following hers slowly. “It’s...it’s not too fast.”

“Well, if it’s too much-” “It’s not.”

“Well.. what is it then? Cause you were, we were...” Dean frowned slightly as he slowly rose to his full height as she could tell she was calming down from the moment before. The way her body had been shaken to its core at the rush of that memory and how much she never wanted that again. There was a pause as he seemed to look at her, eyes squinted consideringly before opening wide in surprise as he blinked a few times and asked quietly. “Was... Is this your first-”

“No, you asshole.” She heard herself snapping back sharply, and found herself crossing her arms tightly under her chest as she scowled at him at the idea, though really she almost was. It almost was. “I’ve... I’ve done this before.”

“Oh. I just thought-” “I’ve done it, but.. it wasn’t good.”

Shada wasn’t sure what compelled her to say it, to cut over his chance at thinking this was just a very strange quirk and instead tell the truth, but there was something in the way the concerned look on his face grew more stoically frozen and the small rush of anger she could feel coming off of him unbidden that made her take a step back for a moment as soon as she’d said it that made her think it was the right thing to do. That anger swirled for a moment before she watched those green eyes of his blink a few times and it simmered down and away, replaced again by the caution and concern she could see.

“Well, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Shada,” Dean replied sharply as he stood up and readjusted his shirt - when did those buttons get undone, and when did it pull out from his jeans like it was - and rubbed at one of his shoulders awkwardly as he looked away from her out of the window. “I mean, I don’t want to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I’m not like that.”

It was like those were the magic words. Hearing that whatever would happen was on her terms and under her control this time around that warmed away the ice that had been forming over the fire in her, and the next second she found herself letting out an unexpected giggle as she watched him shift uncomfortably. Nothing about that statement or how clearly uncomfortable he was at the idea that he would do anything she didn’t want was like that last time, and nothing about the way Dean’s shoulders hadn’t slumped or he’d not gotten sour and angry like the last time she’d refused someone made her feel that warm tingle again.

“I’d like to do anything I want then, Dean.” She wasn’t sure what compelled her to say it, but the way his head jerked back to her as she approached and the confused tilt of his head reminded her of something adorable, as she reached up and drew him in for a sweet, gentle kiss. The simple brush of lips on lips before his hands gently moved to her hips but made no move to pull or push her anyway, just the gentle pressure of his hands holding onto her. “I.. would really like to.”

If she hadn’t previously felt the heat between them as he’d sucked at her neck in the elevator, she would have been surprised by the look he sent her then before he nodded sharply and lent in to capture her lips again. Teeth tugged at her bottom lip this time, gently but somehow hard as well, before his arms wrapped more firmly around her and each hand move to squeeze the opposite cheek of her ass in his grip tightly. Her own went back to his shirt, tugging and pulling the buttons open and out of the way for her to slide her hands underneath it and over the rough, scarred but hot skin beneath.

They kissed like that for long enough they both gasped for breath as their lips separated before Shada looked up at him cautiously again for a moment before she smiled. “The closet is this way,” She heard herself saying huskily, eyes half-lidded and blinking slowly as Dean nodded his head repeatedly in response. He waited for her to move, taking his hand again and leading him towards the suite of rooms she was staying in for the weekend in a way that she was learning meant he truly was letting her set the pace and pattern for the night.

The room was huge, of course, and the bed the size of a California king despite her joking of the size earlier. But she barely gave it a glance as she turned back to the other, pulling him along towards it as she walked backways, his hand in hers before his other wrapped back into her hair and crushed their lips together. Her knees were starting to get weak enough with how often his kisses were making her dizzy, and kicking off her heels that dropped her a few inches below him again, Shada let out a small squeal as she felt his hands drop to wrap around her hips - lifting her up and setting her down upon the bed behind her. The similarities starting kicking in again until the next moment, rather than leaning and looming over her and pressing her back against the quilts, she watched as he pulled back from her lips and instead dropped to his knees before her.

“Uh, Dean-” “Mhmm?” “What.. What are you doing down there?”

There was a quiet pause between them as Dean’s hands ran up her calves and between her knees gently, looking down at him as she raised a brow at him in confusion. Dean’s own appeared to crease for a moment before he looked at her in the same level of confusion Shada felt at that moment. The silence drew out for a moment longer, before she felt his hands run higher up the inside of her thighs, slowly pressing her legs apart gently as he did so. Shada let out a small gasp as he responded wickedly, “I’m about to eat you out, of course. So long as that’s okay”

The phrasing made her flush, and darker still as she spread her legs in time with his own movements before she felt his fingers wrap around and slowly tug down her lace panties with a gentle pull. The touch of the hot, calloused pads of his fingers stroking over the downy hair between her hips made her shake a little, looking down at the crown of his head as Dean slowly began kissing his way along her thigh, his scruff tickling upon her skin as his finger slipped between the folds of her sex and began to rub gently against her in time to his kisses. It was so different from the last time and so gentle that she let out a gasp when he slowly moved both hands to push the bottom of her dress higher and made way for his head at the apex between her legs.

“Shada, is this alright?” The question shook her out of the bubble she had been floating in, expecting and awaiting something to happen, and looking down at the piercing green eyes that seemed to be searching for any sign - that this was okay or that this wasn’t, any sign as to how she felt or what she wanted from him - before he seemed to take the shivering twitches of her legs and the very slightest tilting of her hips towards him as answer enough.

His kisses resumed, and then the gentle press of his lips against the outer lips of her made her shudder all over again in surprise before one hand moved to part her for him. Shada had a sudden moment wondering if whatever she looked like down there would put him off before she let out a surprised cry at the warm touch of his tongue upon her clit. He licked at her gently and carefully, slowly working her up to a frenzy as he pulled her closer against his mouth and began to lick, flick and suck at her with a needy groan of his own to match the quiet whimpers she was letting out. It was so strange a feeling for her, something that she’d never experienced, and yet she could feel the twisting and tightening of her core at the feel of it bringing her closer to the feeling that had happened the last time but with none of the trickery. His scruff rubbed against the sensitive, soft skin of her thighs and Shada let out a keening cry at the feeling as his other hand moved to press back against her stomach, gently guiding her to lie back and the way it opened her up fully to his mouth and desires.

Just when she thought that he’d stop and slow down from the building feeling that was winding tight inside of her like a spring coiling and waiting to snap, the idea that he might decide not to allow her to experience as a way to take the control back from her, the control over the situation and her desire, she felt his lips quirk higher and the slick slide of two fingers against and into her as he continued to work her closer again. And that had been enough, the surprise and shock and the way his fingers pumped into her over and over, gently brushing against that small sensitive spot inside that made her cry out, hands wrapping into his short hair and tugging him harshly against her as she felt that spring burst forth and her heartbeat thudding through her ears as he worked her through her cries and pleasure.

“Oh, Mother, what-” Shada swallowed thickly as she blinked her eyes rapidly, the soft fabric of the bed covering above her as soft and boneless as she felt as Dean let out a small chuckle from between her legs. Sitting up a bit, she was surprised to still feeling his fingers thrusting into her and the way he looked up at her with a tiny smirk. “Dean, why did-”

“I do that? Because you looked like you’d be lovely to do that with.” He replied quietly, slowly shifting up from his knees to rest alongside her along the bed, though she whimpered quietly at how he was still moving his fingers inside her, crooking and pressing against her g-spot with the lazy movements she felt would be all she could do herself in the heavy feeling in her limbs from the rush of feelings flooding through her.

Though as she cracked an eye open to look across at him, Shada took in the self-satisfied smile on his face to mean that perhaps this was something he was doing for himself as much as for her right now. Thinking that his creeping her back up again towards that glorious feeling, teasingly slow, as a means of his own enjoyment settled in her sharply - in a way where perhaps being used like this instead of like that might just be something mutually beneficial and pleasing. Where his expertly twisting his fingers this way or that as he slowly pumped his hand into her and the way his lips were trailing over her shoulders and collar bone, and then trailed over the thin, silky fabric of her dress to latch around one nipple through the fabric was all a means of their equal enjoyment felt like a switch had turned on in her mind, and rocking her hips up to his hand and tugging his head harder against her rising chest, Shada continued to whimper and whine under his ministrations.

“Shada...” Her name sounded so different from his lips now, a deep gravel to the word that had her clenching around his fingers in a way that would embarrass her if it weren’t for how good it sounded. Dean let out a little chuckle then, trailing his lips across the expanse of her silk-covered chest to tease and nibble at her other nipple for a moment before he growled her name out again. “Shada. Shada, are you... Did you want to continue?”

“This isn’t?” “Oh, this is continuing in some ways, but I meant-”

Shada let out a huffed laugh as she blinked her eyes open looking up to see Dean’s face, so pretty and sharp angles and rough years worn but still gorgeous, looking down at her with the same curious yet concerned look and deep somewhere in the depths of his eyes she could see the lustful desires burning but kept at bay by his concerns for her.

Swallowing thickly down on the nerves she could feel creating butterflies in her stomach, Shada looked across at him and moved to push his shirt off of his shoulders as far as she could while he continued his attentions on her. “If you mean do I want you to fuck me,” She said softly, rocking her hips up against his hand for punctuation, before sliding both her hands across his shoulders and shoving him over in a flash onto his own back beside her, and fluidly moving to rest her thighs across his hips as she pulled his hands from her and pinned them down above his head. Shada let out a small giggle at the flash of surprise on his face, followed by the delicious-sounding growl that made her shudder. “Then I would like that very, very much.”

“I.. That can definitely be arranged.” Dean panted the words back at her as he struggled for a second against her stronger grip, letting out a needy groan as he was unable to free himself from her and her own hips rolled down against his. There was a buck underneath her that made her giggle louder as she rocked against him again, bringing another of those desperate groans out of his throat. “Fuck, that’s fucking... Jesus Christ, Shada.”

She practically purred hearing that, her name in that tone again, and sitting up and letting his hands free again, Shada was not at all surprised they immediately flew to her hips and tugged her against him again. Reaching down herself, she peeled the silky fabric up over her head and tossed the black dress into a heap on the floor somewhere behind her, uncaring and unphased at the idea of wrinkles or anything other than getting the pair of then divested of any remaining clothes as quickly as possible. Dean’s shirt was pulled off the remaining arm and discarded somewhere before she raised her hips just high enough to undo the elaborate belt buckle and jean button before his own hands shoved both jeans and boxers down his legs and off with a kick of his foot and the thud of his boots. And all the while, their hands took what chances they could to skim and grip and rub and stroke any new piece of flesh that became available as they did.

Dean let out a groan as she moved back over his hips, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it would be alright to just take what she wanted - to simply sink upon the hard girth of his cock and grind herself upon it until she was whimpering and shuddering all over again - or not; whether it would be expected she get on her own knees for him at this point as he had her, or if he would be the one to make the choice. She wasn’t sure she was even supposed to have pinned him as she did, the instinct and need to control and push being the driving factor in that moment and then the way Dean practically melted to her demands had been so impossibly hot she didn’t take the time to think about it. Sliding a hand down between them to uncertainly wrap around and begin to stroke along his cock, not the longest she’d seen but definitely hard to close her fingers around properly, Shada made a questioning noise as the hunter had sat up and latched his lips upon one perked nipple rather than make any other move.

The next moment, her hand was being covered by one of his own, guiding the pair of them to line the head of his dick against her entrance, before his other hand on her waist gently pressed in the suggestion as his tongue rolled about her nipple gently. That was enough guidance for her, and sinking down slowly along his length with a drawn-out moan, Shada found herself gasping as their hips finally joined and she could feel the whole of him inside her, thick and hard and stretching her the way his fingers hadn’t. She twitched and rocked her hips slightly, adjusting to the feeling as well as finding a position she felt comfortable in as Dean groaned beneath her. His head flopped back onto the bedspread below, looking up at her with lust-filled eyes and biting hard on his bottom lip around another groan of her name, his hands slowly shifting to sit on either side of her hips, grounding her in the moment.

It took a few deep breaths and the almost clench of her muscles around him, adjusting to and adapting to and loving the feeling of him within her, before Shada found herself moving her hips once again. Gently rocking against him like the few times she’d tried out those mechanical animals in a bar to a round of applause, testing the feeling of being above and around him as Dean groaned her name through gritted teeth again, his fingers digging bruisingly into her hips. It was not the same, the movement not the same and the feeling wholly different, but Shada could feel the tantalizing drag of his cock against her g-spot with each shift but not quite hitting the same that his fingers had before at the angle they were at, though she whined aloud as his hips bucked up against her after a moment, the bounce of her hips on his shifting as she pressed him back down into the bed to hit right on.

Gasping aloud, Shada blinked in surprise a few times before she shifted her grip from the bed above his shoulders where she could be close to reading his expressions and hearing every quiet and loud sound alike that spilled from his lips, to press against the base of his stomach, and raising her hips upwards before bouncing back down atop him with a surprised squeal as he thrust up in time, filling her with him. From there it was an easy pattern to meet for the both of them, his hips thrusting up against her sharply and her bouncing atop him, riding his cock for all it was worth to hit against the sensitive bundle of nerves like they both were made exactly for that; her nails scratching and clawing at his stomach to leave light pink marks across his skin but never once digging too hard against him. His hands shifted all over her body, from guiding her hips to holding her waist firm as he thrust up with an extra exertion here and these, to kneading her breasts and rolling his thumbs against her nipples that made her gasp sharply, to running his scarred fingers along her back or up her thighs, to her favorite position of his holding one hip firmly with a hand and the other pressing against her stomach and his fingers pressed down and toying in time with her clit as they thrust and rocked against one another.

She couldn’t have said how long they were at it, other than she didn’t want to hear him say her name another way for quite some time - gasped or groaned around swear words or prayers, and always like it was ripped from him in the hottest tone she’d heard; but she knew from his labored breathing and the way her stomach was twisting with each thrust and the heat burning through her from fingertips to toes that they were both close, when Dean suddenly grabbed her hands and placed them over his wrists above his head, staring up at her.

A questioning noise left her throat before she realized it was a moment for her, a sigh for her to know she was in control of this and she was in the driver's seat to take the pleasure she wanted from him for herself, the way she knew he somehow knew she’d not had before. The groan of her name from his lips then sounded like a promise, the one he’d made not to do anything she didn’t want before, and gasping quietly, Shada leaned down to kiss him as she felt her body crying out and surrendering to the rush of the orgasm that rocked through her then. That she was in control, that her body and her feelings and not some trickery or magic was responsible for the rush through her and the way she gasped around the hunter’s name made the feeling so much sharper and taunt in her as her muscles clenched and released, fluttering around him as they rocked through it and Dean growled out her name again with a rough bite against her neck as he came too. That this was how it was supposed to be filled her with a warmth that not even her orgasms had achieved, warming to her very core that she finally had experienced what this was all about.

A few more shifts of their hips together, languid and simply coming down from the rush, and after another few moments where Shada had simply laid atop the sweat-sticky chest of the other - warm and comforting and stable and there the way the other hadn’t - she finally made the move to roll off of him to the side. The quiet in the room other than the quiet sounds of Dean’s breathing and her own shuffling seemed almost awkward but somehow entirely not at the same time. It felt strange but peaceful in a way that Shada hadn’t expected, especially the way as she sat up slightly and looked down at the still flushed chest of the other and the look of almost wonder but heavy contentment on the hunter’s face and felt absolutely none of the negatives of the last time she’d done this. None of the used feelings or disappointments or the sharp pain to her stomach like she’d just been stabbed through it at the betrayal of trust. All she felt was the pleasant aching soreness between her legs, the slight chill of the room on her sweaty skin, and a warmth like she was appreciated and worthy of care.

“That was... Shada, I don’t know what to say.” Dean was the first to break the silence, pushing himself up with one of those large hands and the thick muscles of his hunter-hardened body as he turned to look at her, green eyes dark in the darkness of the room but fixed unabashedly upon her own then as it was. As if he wasn’t done looking at her now he’d had her. “You, uh, you’re kind of an amazing woman, you know.”

“Oh I know, Dean, I know I am.” She replied equally softly, the humor brimming through her words as she turned to look at him in turn, one hand raised to run through the ends of her hair as she realized just how truthful that was. There was a quiet laugh between the two of them, and she blinked in surprise as the hunter shifted, his free hand coming up to wrap in the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her in to kiss her lips again. As he pulled back, shifting off the edge of the bed to collect his clothes and asked quietly the way to the bathroom, Shada smiled to herself. Finally, somehow, Shada knew she was an amazing woman, and she’d never let someone make her feel anything but again.

#ot3 grey/jo/will fic #shadapov

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Broken memories - Part 1

Summary: Dean breaks up with Y/N. After she loses her memory of the whole last year he tries to take the chance to get her back. What happens when her memory comes back?

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, an unnamed doctor

Warnings: language, angst, cheating (mentioned), break-up (mentioned), heartbreak, arguments, violence, sad reader, retrograde amnesia, betrayal, lies, smut, vaginal sex (unprotected), oral (female receiving), fluff, injured reader

Broken memories Masterlist

“I found someone new,” he said. That was one year ago. No further explanation. Only that with her his hard life is easier.

You always thought you make his life easier. With a partner who is able to understand what being a hunter means, life should be easier.

You still remember that morning. Waking up next to Dean you smiled. The night before he was tender, more than tender. Normally he was rough after a hunt. Thinking about it now you should’ve been suspicious.

The smile faded slowly when Dean didn’t smile back. He sat up and said he needs to talk to you. His tone…you knew something’s off right away…and then those words left his lips.

Your feet carried you half-naked out of his room towards yours. Desperate and torn you packed your stuff while Sam tried to make you talk to him.

“Ask your brother,” was all you said.

Sam asked his brother and gave him a black eye, followed by a bloody nose.

You still have contact with Sam and Castiel.

Cas is always worried about you. Checking on you every time he can sneak out. Sam is the same. You met him last week. He never talks about Dean as you asked him not to mention him.

Shaking the hurting memories away you smile at the bartender. The next case is solved and you try to relax. It’s hard to relax with those memories haunting you almost every night.

Five years and he gave you the boot for a younger and ‘funnier’ version of yourself. She was able to have fun. No package, no scars on her soul, easy to be funny, happy whatever...

Scolding yourself you leave the bar. The gentle breeze makes you shiver.

Crossing the street you answer your phone. Sam is calling again. He wants to meet up with you in your motel. Smiling you talk to him until the car hits you.

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Four hours later…

“Y/N? Y/N?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Castiel? What happened? Why am I in a hospital? The last thing I remember was that Dean and I cleaned out the vamps nest…but I didn’t get hurt.”

“Vamps nest? That was over a year ago, Y/N.” Sam stammers panicked.

“One year ago? But that’s impossible. We came back to the motel and drove home. It was a rough hunt…then nothing. What happened?”

Exchanging a look with Castiel Sam doesn’t know what to say. Is it possible you forgot the whole last year?

“I’ll get the doctor. Castiel can you try to fix her?” Sam asks.

“I can try.”

Tapping his fingers to your forehead Castiel heals your injuries.

“Can you remember now?” He asks.

“No, all I remember is driving back to the bunker and then Dean…ahem…we had…sex. I must’ve fallen asleep after that and that’s it. Nothing else.”

“Ms. Y/N/N? You can’t remember anything from the last year?” The doctor asks.

“No. Nothing. I tried to remember but I failed. Why can’t I remember?”

“Sometimes our mind tries to protect us. Did something happen within the last year?” The doctor asks Sam.

Swallowing hard he tries to find his voice. Should he tell you about the break-up in your condition? Dean regretted letting you go, but he knew he could never win you over again.

“No, nothing happened.” Dean rasps.

“Dean? What are you doing here?” Sam grunts.

“She’s my girl after all, Sammy.”

“I called him, Sam,” Castiel admits. “I told him about her condition so he can explain to her what happened last year.”

“Now you are scaring me,” you whine. “Did something happen? What did happen?”

Sobbing you look at Dean, Sam and then at Castiel. Castiel can sense your fear and desperation.

“Nothing happened, Y/N.” Castiel lies.

Inhaling sharply Sam stare at Castiel in disbelieve. “Cas?” He whispers.

“We can’t tell her. Not in her weak condition.” Castiel whispers in Sam’s ear.

“Well, when can I bring my girl home?” Dean asks.

“She should stay for a few more days. Maybe she remembers in a few days.” The doctor says before leaving the room.

“Good, we should let Y/N rest a bit,” Dean says smiling before kissing your forehead softly.”

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“What was that, Dean?” Sam grunts.

“Nothing. I got a second chance and I took it.”

“Dean, she will remember sooner or later. Do you really want her to hate you even more?”

“What if she never remembers? We could be happy again,” Dean snaps back.

“You could have been happy the last year too, Dean. You decided to break up with her for a random chick.”

“I broke up with Lindsey a few weeks later and you know that!”

“Really? That’s your excuse? You broke up with Y/N, fucked a random slut for weeks and then you decided you want her back!”

“But she never answered my calls…I miss her!”

“I don’t care! You won’t hurt her again Dean.”

“Sam, maybe we should play along for a few days. Y/N will remember soon. Until then we shouldn’t make her life harder,” Castiel suggests.

“Cas, she will hate all of us! We can’t do this to her!”

“We can, if you play along too,” Dean says.

“No way, never!” Sam yells now.

“Then I’ve got no other choice,” Castiel says tapping Sam’s forehead.

Feeling dizzy Sam looks around the hospital floor. Rubbing his forehead he tries to remember why he feels so angry.

“You okay?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. We should pack Y/N stuff. Your girlfriend needs her clothes. We shouldn’t have agreed to let her hunt alone this time,” Sam mutters walking ahead.

“Why are you helping me, Cas?” Dean whispers.

“Y/N and you are meant to be. You messed up, now I have to fix what you broke, Dean. I’m not doing this for you; I’m doing this for Y/N and the future. Don’t think I’m on your side. I’m not. I rather would’ve given Y/N her memories back. I hate betraying her.”

“I won’t mess up this time Castiel, I swear I’ll make her happy,” Dean stammers.

“If not I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident,” Castiel warns completely serious.

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Four weeks later…

You still don't remember what happened last year. There's something in Dean's eyes…guilt? Shame? You can't quite put a finger on it but you know that Cas and Dean are hiding something from you.

Sam changed his behavior, in the hospital room you had the feeling he wanted to tell you something but now he seems calm and relaxed…too calm.

“You okay?” Dean asks.

"Yeah. Just tried to focus to help my brain as the doctor suggested. But nothing seems to work." Sighing you look up at Dean.

“How about watching a movie?”

“Sure.”

After you could leave the hospital Dean never tried to touch you, except a quick kiss he keeps his distance. Telling yourself it's nothing you follow him into his room.

Why can’t you shove the nagging feeling away? The feeling that something bad happened within the last year?

An arm slung around your shoulders Dean holds you tight against his warm body. Smiling he hates himself for hurting you. He can only hope you never remember what he did last year.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too Dean.”

“When I almost lost you I…please never leave me, Y/N,” Dean begs and you wonder. You never left him…why is he thinking you would leave him?

"I won't leave you, Dean. Never."

Humming he holds you even tighter. Giggling you feel his cock hardening against your knee.

“Are you turned on, Winchester?”

“Sorry…having you so close makes me feel ‘happy’.”

“Hmm…maybe we should make you even happier?”

"Uh…I…maybe we should wait a bit longer, to let you recover…"

“No, I want you. I feel like I haven’t had sex for a year or so…I want you, D’…now.”

“Fuck it,” Dean mutters.

Flipping you over he starts kissing your roughly. God, he almost eats you alive. His tongue is demanding, invading your mouth he dominates your tongue. Rough hands start roaming your body, they seem to be everywhere at once.

Moaning you let him unbuttoning your flannel (well his) to reveal your body to him. Sitting up you shove his shirt upwards. Tossing the flannel and his shirt aside he groans at the side of your bare chest.

"What? You know my breasts, Dean." You giggle. Unbuckling his belt you wonder. Dean is looking at you as if he hasn't seen you naked for a while.

Shoving one hand into his pants you start stroking his cock. Dean’s eyes are closed and a low moan leaves his sinful mouth.

“Let me make you feel good. Tonight is all about you,” he rasps and you freeze. Those are the same words he used that night. The last night you remember.

“Make me feel good D’,” you whimper.

His hands pushing you down. Dean is hovering over you to kiss down your neck. You are busy stroking his back and wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly grinding against him you enjoy the friction.

Chuckling Dean starts kissing down your chest. Sucking your nipples into his mouth he bucks his hips against your core.

“More, Dean. I want more.”

Obeying he kisses down your body until he stops in front of your mound. For a moment he hesitates. What if you remember and hate him for lying?

Shaking the thoughts away he drags your panties down. Your legs fall open for him and this time he doesn’t hesitate. Diving in Dean starts licking through your wet folds. His thick and long tongue circles around your clit before he wraps his plump lip around your little nub.

Sucking and biting he makes you scream in pleasure. Dean is relentless, not stopping he eats you out like an animal. Tugging at his hair you fall over the edge. His lips won’t stop pleasuring you, still kissing and sucking at your clit Dean brings you through your high.

“God, you’re so good at making me fall apart,” you say laughing.

“Yeah, still know how to make you sing,” Dean rasps and you wonder.

“Come up here and make me sing some more,” is your answer.

His clothes fly somewhere on the floor before his back at you. Wrapping your legs back around his waist he enters you with one swift motion.

Watching Dean’s face you see adoration but there’s more…guilt…again? Why should he feel guilty? Maybe you imagine things?

Dean’s arms move around your back, pressing your body to his he starts moving. Slow and even he thrusts into you. He’s making love to you, without a doubt.

Kissing you softly he holds you tight. Your arms are slung around his back and your hips move in sync with his.

“Dean…harder!” You order and he obeys.

Pounding into you he doesn't take his eyes off you. Biting your lower lip you hold tight onto Dean. Brushing over the secret spot inside of you he makes your walls flutter. The coal is about to snap when you start feeling a bit dizzy.

Your nails bite into his back while Dean gets even faster. Fucking into you with quick and hard thrusts he pushes you over the edge. Screaming his name you still move with him. His green eyes are filled with tears. Right when he comes inside of you an imagine pops up into your mind.

Dean … he tells you he found someone else. Gasping you try to focus…you see your tears…you feel the heartbreak…you left…Sam called…the car hit you…the driver…it was the girl he left you for…

Letting the tears fall you stare up at Dean, seeing the tears he knows…he knows right away.

“You lied…Castiel lied…you broke up with me for her…she tried…the car…it was her…you lied…Why did you lie?”

Not answering Dean starts shaking. His arms tighten around you, not letting you go he presses his body against yours.

“I…please I missed you. I need you, Y/N.”

“No, you left me for her. Let go of me! Get off me!”

“I can’t…I can’t let you go.”

“I’ll go…let go off me!”

“CAS!” Dean yells.

Popping up next to the bed Castiel turns crimson. Covering his eyes he doesn’t know what to do.

"Cas…she remembers. She wants to leave. Please, Cas…"

Sighing Castiel taps your forehead to let you forget the last year again. This time you won’t be able to remember.

"I could help you with that. Your guilt, on the other hand, is your problem, Dean…" Castiel says leaving the room. He can’t let you go...

The future of the world depends on you and Dean...no one else will be able to stop what will come...

Part II

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jrubalcaba · 5 years

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Evie Saves the Day - Part 2

Evie finally made it back to the Tower, only to find that no one was there to greet her.

“I guess they're all out celebrating….without me,” she sighed before dragging her suitcase to her room. After unpacking and taking a shower, she changed into some leggings and a SHIELD shirt that used to be Steve's before heading back to the common room and pouring herself some wine. She plunked down on one of the couches and sighed again, sipping, more like gulping, her glass.

“Drinking all by yourself, huh? You know alcoholism is bad, right?” came from behind her. Evie turned and saw Bruce standing in the hallway. She scrambled over the back of the couch and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“No, I just thought I was all alone,” she answered. They hugged for a while longer before he pulled back.

“I can't believe you did it, Evie. You freed us all. Thank you.” He smiled gratefully at her before laughing. “It was hilarious to watch Ross’ plan blow up in his face.” She joined in his laughter as she remembered how scandalized the General had looked.

“It was no trouble at all. It was worth everything I have to do it.” Bruce put an arm around her shoulders and steered her back toward the couch. “So….where is everyone?” He chuckled.

“Clint and Scott are with their families. I assume everyone else will be back at some point or another and then we'll celebrate.” Evie grinned and went to sit back down when a loud squeal from the elevator caught her attention. She looked up just in time to see Wanda's smile before she was attacked by the young woman. They fell in a heap onto the couch, both grinning like mad.

“Oh my god, Evie! You did it!” Wanda exclaimed, her further words in Sokovian becoming muffled as she buried her face in Evie's neck, breaking down and soaking her shirt. All the doctor could do was pat Wanda on the back until she calmed down. “I'm sorry, it's just such a relief,” the young woman said after a while.

“It's alright Wanda. I'm sure you're not the only one who cried.” They both got up and hugged again. “Hey Viz,” she greeted the android.

“Hello Doctor Collins. Welcome home. Thank you for everything.” Evie felt a bittersweet wave wash over her as she thought about how Viz sounded like JARVIS. She missed the AI terribly, as they had bonded deeply after an incident she had had and no one had been as around to help her.

“It was no problem Vision. I'd gladly do it again.” The elevator opened again and Rhodey walked out, all smiles.

“There she is. The woman of the hour, day, month, forever. Evie, you are by far the most incredible woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for everything you did.” He truly looked sincere in his words, and it made Evie tear up.

“Awww, Rhodey, you're so sweet. Thank you,” she replied before hugging him.

“Ohhh, I want in on this chocolacino sandwich!” Sam yelled as he ran up and joined the hug. Evie laughed along with the others before she was tugged to the side. She found herself face to face with Natasha Romanoff, whose face was indiscernible.

“Uh...hi?” was all Evie was able to get out before she was swept into a hug by the former spy. She relaxed, knowing that this was a special moment that needed to be savored.

“Спасибо, Evie,” the redhead murmured in her ear, making the doctor smile.

“You're welcome, Nat. Это было не проблема,” she replied, glad that she insisted on Nat and Wanda teach her some of their native languages so they would feel more at home. They broke apart, only for Tony to suddenly appear and envelope Evie in a hug.

“You have no idea how happy we all are. And don't worry, I have all the highlights recorded for you, especially all of Ross’ reactions,” he told her, loud enough for everyone to hear. She broke into a grin as she was hoping he would've done that for her.

“Yes! Oh, that's awesome. Can't wait to watch it,” she said, clapping excitedly. Everyone chuckled.

“Well, it was awesome to watch. Looks like my faith in you was not misplaced,” he replied with a wink.

“Well, like the old man said, ‘Do or do not, there is no try’. I had no other options, really.” Evie and Tony laughed while everyone else looked puzzled. “Drinks everyone!” Tony offered his arm as they all went to the bar and got drinks, keen to get their party started.

In the elevator, Thor, Bucky, Alice and Steve were heading up. Steve had thought ahead and bought Evie a bouquet of flowers, as a token of his appreciation. Well, an appropriate one.

“Steve, you didn’t need to get her flowers. Just drag her to your bedroom and show her just how much you ‘appreciate’ her,” Alice teased, wagging her eyebrows.

“Shut up, Alice. That’s inappropriate, and off-limits,” he snapped back at her.

“Off-limits? That’s your excuse? Dude, come on. You’ve been hot for Evie for years, and don’t think I can’t hear you late at night. Moanin’ her name and shit. Just tell her how you feel,” Bucky interjected, calling out his best friend. Steve looked scandalized.

“What?! You can hear all that?!” he stammered, blushing a deep red. Thor turned to them, a smile on his handsome face.

“Captain, it’s a wonder no one else has heard it, or perhaps they have, but choose not to say anything as it’s not their place,” the Asgardian stated. “Though, if it makes you feel better, Lady Evelyn having her room on the opposite side and end of the hallway probably helps.” He winked at Steve, making him blush even more.

“Is it really that obvious?” he asked timidly. Alice rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, to those of us with enhanced hearing, you wanker,” she taunted, shoving him slightly. He sighed with relief.

The door opened and all four of them disembarked, stopping at the sight that met them. Everyone was back and huddled around Evie, the person they owed their freedom to.

Hearing the elevator ding, Evie looked up and saw Thor, Bucky and Alice, but once she saw Steve, who happened to be holding a bouquet of flowers, it was like no one else was there. She grinned the biggest since the verdicts had been read, but as she made to go to him, Thor got to her first.

The Asgardian stopped in front of her, and in full view of the Team, cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. As he was so tall, she had to tilt her head back so he could kiss her properly. This made her lose her balance, so she grabbed his arms to keep herself steady. A few moments went by before he broke the kiss, leaving Evie dazed.

Steve. Was. Pissed.

How dare Thor touch Evie like that, in FRONT of him! He saw red as he clenched his fists, ruining the flowers and letting them fall to the floor. He no longer cared, his brain switching into caveman mode as he strode forward, eager to get the Asgardian’s hands off his woman.

“Wow….uh thank you, Thor,” Evie murmured, breathless. Thor smiled before lifting her hand to his face and placing a kiss to the back of it.

“No, Lady Evelyn, thank you. You saved us all, and we owe you our deepest gratitude.” She nodded, her mind still reeling from being kissed by the God of Thunder. Steve stood there, glaring at his teammate, looking like smoke ought to be billowing from his ears.

“Sure. Okay,” she agreed. She turned to Steve, who had the most intense look on his face as he waited his turn with her. “Hi,” she squeaked. Steve wasted no time in picking her up and squeezing her tightly. Evie threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, giddy that he was holding her.

Steve glared daggers at Thor over Evie’s shoulder, making the Asgardian smirk. ‘Two can play that game,’ Steve thought before bringing his lips to hers. Evie froze in shock for a split second before returning the kiss just as enthusiastically, as Steve had just swept his tongue against her lips in a bid for access. Her fingers tangled into his hair as his hands splayed out across her back as they continued, much to the shock of the Team.

“Ahem!” Bruce cleared his throat loudly, looking every inch like a dad watching his daughter make out. Evie and Steve broke apart, both wide-eyed at what they had just been doing.

“You know what makes this even funnier?” Sam whispered to Bucky, who shrugged. “She’s wearing an old shirt of his that has his name across the back.” Both men grinned devilishly, as these two were so oblivious to how the other felt about them.

“Steve, you can put me down now,” Evie said, embarrassed. He nodded before lowering her to the floor, both of them bright red.

“Well, if everyone’s gonna start kissing her, then I call next,” Tony quipped before dipping Evie and kissing her as well. Steve was shell-shocked and unable to move to save her, as she had begun to slap and hit Tony’s chest in a bid to get him to let her go.

“Yuck! I don’t know where those lips have been, Tony Stark!” Evie cried as he straightened up and released her. She wiped her mouth off in an exaggerated manner before marching behind the bar and grabbing a bottle of vodka and taking a deep swig. She then swished it around in her mouth before spitting it out in the sink. “Gross.” Tony had the audacity to look offended.

“Oh, but you trust theirs though?” he shot back, gesturing at Thor and Steve.

“I trust their mouths a hell of a lot more than I’d ever trust yours. I trust Steve’s over anybody’s but still, way before yours.” Steve smiled smugly, causing Bucky, Sam and Alice to shake their heads at him.

“Of course you trust Capsicle’s. That kiss is probably the most action he’s had since he thawed out,” Tony mocked. Evie and Steve shared a quick look, as they both knew that wasn’t true at all.

“Alright, can we stop talking about Evie kissing men, please?” Bruce asked with a shudder. They all laughed as Wanda dragged Evie to the stereo to pick out some music to listen to.

“Hey Thor, I didn't know you liked Evie too,” Bucky said quietly. The Asgardian shook his head.

“Although Lady Evelyn would make a phenomenal lover, the Captain has already staked his claim and I do not wish to create bad blood between us,” he said solemnly. Bucky was taken aback by this.

“Well, then why did you kiss her like that?” The answering grin Thor gave him was enough to make him burst out laughing. “Oh, that's great. Is everyone trying to get these two together?” Thor just continue to smile, causing the super soldier to laugh again.

“What's so funny, love?” Alice asked as she rejoined Bucky, handing him a beer. He pointed at Evie and Steve.

“The only reason Thor kissed Evie was to force Steve to take action. It seems just about everyone is trying to get them together, except themselves.” They both laughed as that was entirely too true.

Music started playing and everyone was having a good time. It was a night to celebrate for sure, and Tony kept it small, which was surprising. Drinks were flowing for everyone, which was not surprising. Evie was standing at the bar, pouring herself another glass of wine when Bucky walked up next to her.

“Dance with me,” he said as he grabbed her hand and dragged her to where Tony and Nat were currently dancing.

“What? No, that's what you have Alice for,” she protested, trying to pull free from his grasp. He pulled her into his arms and began to sway with her.

“She won't dance, and Steve's too chicken to ask you, so suck it up, darlin’,” he retorted. She glared before shrugging and moving in time with him. They danced along to the song, Ben E. King's ‘Stand By Me’, Bucky twirling her around and showing off a side of him that she hadn't seen before.

“Wow. Didn't expect you to be such a good dancer,” Evie complimented. He shrugged.

“Well, I was the one who always had a date, so I've had plenty of practice.” They both laughed before be cleared his throat. “Thank you, Evie, for what you did at the hearing. I owe you so much, and I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for clearing my name.” She smiled sweetly at him.

“It was no problem, Barnes,” she replied.

“I also want to thank you for keeping Steve alive all these years. He and Alice are all I've got, so again, I owe you. I know the knucklehead didn't make it easy.” She laughed out loud at that, as he hadn't.

“It was my pleasure.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, I bet it was,” he teased. They shared another laugh as they kept dancing.

Steve was watching his best friend and the woman of his dreams dance together, smiling as they laughed at a joke he didn't catch.

“It's nice, being able to watch the two people you love most, joke and hang out together, huh?” Alice asked as she stood next to him. He sighed, nodding his head.

“Yeah it is. Wish that was me and her,” he lamented, causing her to snort.

“Well, if you weren't such a pussy, it could be.” He shot her a glare, which only succeeded in making her giggle. “Just think, Sad Face, some day? That could easily be your Best Man dancing with your wife at your reception.” Steve smiled, his heart pounding as he thought about Evie being his.

“If only, Alice, if only.” He went over to the bar and grabbed a beer, even though it did nothing to him thanks to the serum.

After a few hours, Evie flopped down on one of the couches outside on the balcony, needing to rest and get some fresh air. Steve, having watched her for most of the evening for an opportunity to get her alone, followed and sat down next to her.

“Hey Evie?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah Steve?” she answered, a bit breathless. She was glad they were outside, as the cooler air felt good against her heated skin.

“I wanted to apologize for the kiss earlier. It was way outta line and I hope you're not upset with me.” He wasn't really sorry, but he knew he had overstepped a boundary and he needed her to know he did feel bad for his caveman moment.

“Steve, I could never be mad at you for kissing me. I mean,” she stopped, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them outside before going on, “We've had sex, so it's not like we haven't kissed before.” He smiled, remembering that night and how she felt in his arms.

“I know, but we both wanted it that night. Earlier? I didn't really ask you if it was alright.” She smiled brightly at him before patting his cheek.

“Thor didn't either, but do you see me complaining?” When all he did was smile, she leaned in closer. “Unless I specifically say no, you can do whatever with me, okay?” Steve's heart took off like a rocket as he realized what she was saying. “I trust you to not take advantage of me, Steve. Always have, always will.” The temptation to carry her back to his room and ravish her was overwhelming, but seeing as they weren't together, he thought against it.

“And I'll never do anything to destroy that trust, Evie,” he replied with conviction. “Besides Bucky, you're the most important person in the world to me. We've shared secrets and experiences that I've not had with anyone else. I'm….so glad to have you as my friend.” He was going to say he was in love with her, but chickened out at the last second. Evie smiled at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I'm glad to have you as a friend too, Steve.” Evie meant that with all her heart, and more. Before Steve could say anything else, Bucky flopped down next to Evie with Alice on his other side.

“So, I have to ask, but how did you end up with one of Steve's shirts?” he asked, he and Alice wearing identical smirks. Evie chuckled, as the story was rather innocent and not nearly as juicy as they hoped it was.

“He had been the last one to do laundry before I did this one day,” Evie began to explain. “This shirt got left in the washer without my knowing, so it ended up mixed in with my clothes. I went to fold everything and when I picked it up, I didn't recognize it and thought to myself ‘my last name's not Rogers'-”

“Yet.” Although Alice had lowered her voice, Evie still heard her. She shot the Slayer incredibly epic side eye, which only earned her an equally impressive glare back.

“Doll, they haven’t even had a date yet, no need to be planning their damn wedding!” Bucky interjected, glad he was between the two women to keep them apart.

“True. They haven't even slept together....yet,” she replied. Evie quickly looked at Steve, winking as they both felt that no one really didn't need to know that they, in fact, had.

“Anywho, I never got a chance to give it back to Steve because he left for Lagos the same day and then his time was otherwise occupied with the Accords, Peggy's funeral, and then the whole issue with you,” she finished, glaring pointedly at Bucky.

“Picture time you guys!” Wanda cried as she skipped outside, cutting off Bucky’s comeback. All four of them groaned as she pulled out her phone and motioned for them to stand up. “Oh hush! This is a night that needs to be remembered, as it could have easily ended way differently.” Evie stayed seated as the other three stood, not wanting her picture taken. “Uh, Evie, I meant you too. Tonight is all about you, so suck it up.” Steve turned and offered her his hand, which she gladly accepted. The four of them stood together and posed for a few pictures. After she was satisfied, Wanda looked back at the ones she had taken and noticed something interesting. “Hey, Evie? You ever notice that you and Bucky have the same shape and color eyes?” The two aforementioned adults looked at each other in shock.

“Oh, yeah, definitely, ‘cause, you know, I take my eyeballs out every day just to compare them to his,” Evie joked, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Wanda’s phone and looked at the picture, zooming in on herself and Bucky. “Uh, no. I don’t really see it. I mean, yeah, we both have blue eyes, but so do me and Steve.” Evie zoomed back out and looked at the entire picture and that’s when she noticed something.

Steve had put his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip while the pictures were taken. She wasn’t sure if he realized it himself, but she didn’t care. What she did care about was if he noticed that she had wrapped one arm around him while her other hand had set over his while he held her hip.

“Let me see,” Steve said as he stood behind Evie and looked over her shoulder at the picture. He was glad she couldn’t see his face, as he realized that he had put his arm around her and pulled her way too close.

Something Bucky and Alice took note of.

“You stand that close to all your ‘friends’, Steve?” the former Slayer asked, a matching grin on her and Bucky’s faces. Wanda had taken her phone back and left quietly, not wanting to witness any arguments.

“What?! Well, I mean, obviously. I’m doing it with Evie and she’s my friend,” Steve stammered, hoping Evie wouldn't look too closely at the picture.

“You don’t do it with me and I’m your friend.” Alice’s smirk grew as she knew she had him cornered.

And Steve knew it too.

“Well, that’s different,” he choked out.

“By definition it’s not,” she shot back, her smirk on full blast.

“Shut up, Alice,” he snapped after a short pause.

“Well, he kinda can’t since me and Bucky are between you two,” Evie cut in, saving Steve. Bucky snorted at this.

“Yeah….cause that’s the reason.” Evie glared at him, her small size making it not as effective as when Steve does.

“Well yeah. If you and I weren’t in the way, he’d be able to get closer to Alice.” Alice scoffed at Evie, earning the doctor’s attention and fury.

“I don’t mean right now, silly! In general he would never stand that close to me! In fact, I’ve never seen him like that with Nat, or Wanda, or Maria or-” she started to tick off all the women they interacted with before Steve cut her off.

“Evie smells better than you.” Steve was clenching his jaw, a sure sign of his frustration with the topic at hand. Evie looked up at him, smiling as she mentally high-fived herself for shelling out the money for the expensive as hell perfume she wears. Alice and Bucky, seeing the smug look on her face, grinned wickedly at Steve. Evie saw this, so to stop any more questioning, she grinned back.

“So….you’re saying that Alice stinks then?” she teased. Steve looked down at her in shock.

“N-no! I mean that, well, uh-” he stammered.

“He just prefers how you smell compared to everyone else. Funny that, huh?” Alice and Evie were facing each other now, Bucky and Steve to the side. The men both looked at each other in alarm. The girls never got this heated in a discussion, so they were a bit worried.

“That’s a bad thing? I much prefer his cologne to Sam’s and Tony’s.” Both women had their arms crossed over their chests, neither one backing down.

“No, not bad. Just very convenient.” Alice’s tone was starting to grate on Evie’s last nerve.

“Convenient how?” Bucky decided it was time to defuse the tension.

“Like, I prefer how Alice smells, too,” he cut in.

“Yeah, and I prefer Bucky.” The two of them shared a quick kiss before Bucky turned back to Evie.

“See what we’re getting at here?” The glare that Evie now levelled at him finally got through, and now he understood why Sam hated to get her mad.

“Well of course you prefer each other. It’d be silly if you preferred someone else,” she snapped, all joking gone from her tone.

“Why are you being so thickheaded?! That’s not what we meant and you know it!” Alice growled at her. Evie tilted her head slightly as she too glared at the Slayer.

“Then what did you mean?” The calm tone of her question made the hair on the back of Steve’s neck stand. He had seen her temper in action, and he was fearful for Bucky and Alice.

“That you two are into each other and need to be close to each other for fuck’s sake. It’s not rocket science, genius,” Alice snapped at Evie, the latter smiling in return.

“Aww you think I’m a genius? Thanks!” she replied, saccharine sweetness dripping from her tone before she became serious. “And….maybe proximity to Steve makes me feel safe. You ever think of that?” Alice snorted in reply.

“You know you’re a genius, stupid,” she snarked back.

“You just said that-” Evie began to retort before Alice went on.

“And yeah, why wouldn’t Steve make you feel safe? He would clearly kill people for you and his face goes all sappy when he looks at you.” Steve looked over at Bucky, who nodded in confirmation. It was Evie’s turn to snort at Alice’s response.

“Yeah, and I can make the same argument about Bucky. You know, the guy that Steve literally destroyed SHIELD for?” Evie glared at Alice, a glare that lesser men and women would piss their pants over. But not Alice. She met Evie’s glare with one just as impressive and terrifying.

“That’s my point, though! That sappy face is reserved for people you love!” Alice roared, and Steve and Bucky were both glad that they were still outside, away from the rest of the Team. Evie rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Well, seeing as how I just single-handedly saved him from going to prison, it’s more than likely appreciation and admiration.” Steve nodded in agreement, even though he was in love with her.

“Yeah, appreciation for Dat Ass.” Alice’s quip made Bucky laugh, but he quickly stifled it, hiding his grin behind his hand. Evie looked confused for a moment before she recovered.

“That made no sense what so fucking ever, but for lesser minds, I can see how that could be confused with love.” Evie smiled smugly at Alice’s stunned silence.

“Lesser minds? Oh, I’ll show you lesser minds!” Alice snarled as she made to pounce on Evie. Bucky and Steve dove in between the two women, keeping them from laying hands on each other.

“Alright, I think it’s time we change the subject!” Steve huffed as he threw both arms around Evie to restrain her. In retrospect, he probably should have paid more attention to where he was placing his hands.

“OOOOPSSS!!! Look what your ‘friend’ did! I bet he feels terrible,” Alice taunted. In his haste, Steve had grabbed Evie’s breast, which only enraged her further.

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! Steve would never deliberately grab me there unless he had prior permission! Even if he was being malicious about it, I know I could just grab his junk and call it even!” the doctor roared from where she was currently being held against Steve’s chest, her feet dangling inches off the floor.

“Steve, I think it’s time we put these two to bed. What do ya say?” Bucky grunted from behind Alice. Steve’s reply was cut off as Alice yelled.

“I WASN’T TRYING TO IMPLY HE WAS A PERVERT!! You two are so annoying!” Both women struggled against their captors, who in turn tried to drag them away from each other.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!” Evie bellowed. Alice stopped and glared daggers at the other woman.

“WHAT?! You just don’t like the TRUTH!” Steve and Bucky groaned as they continued to try and separate the girls.

“The truth? You’re the one who can’t handle the truth! Steve and I are just friends, now get over it!” At this, Evie stopped struggling against Steve, not hearing him object taking the fight out of her. Sensing her stress, he set her down softly, staying close just in case. Alice stopped too, as she could see that Evie was obviously incredibly upset.

“Okay, I think it’s time we got ready for bed. Come on, doll,” Bucky said after a few silent moments. He and Alice went inside, leaving Steve and Evie alone on the balcony once again.

“Evie, are you alright?” Steve asked quietly, not wanting to upset her more. She turned to him with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I’ve just been so stressed out and scared about this whole hearing the past few days and I let it get the better of me. You guys are safe, so I need to relax and calm the fuck down,” she rambled, feeling stupid. Her tears began to fall, and he enveloped her in a hug, letting her cry into his chest.

“That’s it, let it all out. I’ve got you,” he cooed, rubbing her back soothingly. When she finally calmed down, he pulled back to look at her. “Why don’t we just stay out here and chill for a while? I think everyone has had their chance to hang with you tonight, so I’m calling dibs.” She giggled, letting him lead her to the couch. He sat down, propping one leg up against the backrest, letting the other stay on the floor. Evie, feeling flustered at being so close to Steve, left plenty of room between them as she sat down too. “Hey, I'm not gonna bite,” he whined as he scooted closer.

For hours, the two sat and talked, making each other laugh till their stomachs hurt. Evie laid her head against the backrest, her eyelids drooping.

“You getting sleepy?” Steve teased. She smiled weakly before closing her eyes completely. Steve heard her breathing even out, meaning she had literally fallen asleep right in front of him. He brushed some hair from her face, grinning when she unconsciously leaned against his hand. “Guess I better get you to bed.”

Steve went to push off the couch, but it was one of the oversized ones that seemed to swallow you up. The jostling that he did as he tried to get up was enough to dislodge Evie, causing her to fall forward and land on him. Problem was that she landed square on his crotch, the impact knocking the wind from him and making him fall back. “Fuck,” he rasped, lifting her head so he could massage his junk.

Evie, in her unconscious state, could sense that her head was not laying on something soft, so she began to root around, searching for warmth and comfort. She squirmed and scooted until she was level with Steve’s chest, fully laying on him. She curled herself around him, tucking her head under his chin with her ear directly over his heart. Steve had froze, inadvertently letting her essentially trap him on the couch with her.

“Well, looks like I'm sleeping outside tonight,” he murmured to himself, looking down at the beauty who was using him as a snuggle buddy. He fished his phone out and set the ringer off so it wouldn't wake her before getting comfortable, wrapping both arms protectively around her and shutting his eyes.

************

Alice couldn't sleep. She felt bad about tormenting Steve and Evie about their secret feelings for each other. Well, not so much Steve, but more so Evie, especially after she had just saved Bucky and everyone from prison. She sighed and got out of bed and headed to Evie's room to start apologizing. After knocking for several minutes with no answer, she threw open the doctor's door and saw that the room was empty.

“Huh. Maybe Steve knows where she is, since I last saw them on the balcony,” she said to herself before stomping down to the Captain's room. “Hey Sad Face, it's me. Can you tell me where Evie is?” she said through the door. When all she got was silence, she opened his door too, and saw that he wasn't there either. “Odd. Oh, maybe they're still up out on the balcony!” she said before racing off to the common room.

Alice stopped at the sight that met her as she reached the glass door. Steve and Evie were fast asleep, wrapped around each other as if their lives depended on it. Grinning like mad, she ran back to her room and grabbed her phone before dashing back and taking a picture. She then sent it to Steve with the caption ‘just friends my ass!’.

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One Mistake

Summary: One mistake can change everything.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~5,112

Warnings: Language, ANGST, depressing thoughts, so much crying

A/N: ****Wrote this in a dark head space. Wanted to get it out of there. This starts out happy. It does not end happy. I urge you not to read this if you are depressed.***

Did I need to promote Guinness? No. Was I paid to? Of course not. I just fucking love Guinness.

Disclaimer: No, they don’t murder anyone. Or any other horrible people-related crime.

*NOT YET EDITED*

Masterlist

In your time with the the Avengers, you’d become close to a particular set of people; mostly Wanda, Bucky, Tony, and Natasha.

“You going out tonight?” Wanda asked as she peeked her head in the door, beaming at you.

“Yeah, I think so. Sam, Bucky, Steve and Scott are all going out, and Scott invited me along,” you said, giddy at the thought of spending the entire evening with Bucky.

Wanda smiled knowingly at you. “Alright, have fun. Keep me and Nat updated,” she said, winking as she disappeared around the corner.

You laughed at that, knowing they’d be too busy on mission to pay attention to your messages. You had today and tomorrow off and the boys had until 0800 tomorrow, so they were going out to enjoy a night on the town. Scott had invited you, though you secretly wished it had been Bucky. He was so quiet, though, that you weren’t surprised the louder and more outgoing Scott had spoken up first.

If you had known how it would have ended you would have chosen to stay in that night. You would have browsed the internet lazily, watched Netflix, baked a cake, gone and seen a movie alone. Anything. You would do almost anything to take that one decision back.

“(Y/N)! You ready to go?” Steve asked courteously as you entered the garage. He was standing next to one of Tony’s nicer cars and you wondered briefly how he’d convinced him to let him borrow it; You considered yourself one of the few people Tony trusted enough with his more expensive toys. Steve, Scott, and Sam loitering nearby, looking up at you at the sound of your name.

“Yup! Let’s roll, boys!” you said, cheering along with Sam and Scott who looked absolutely excited for the night to come.

“We need to be back by-”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve. We know. Get in the car,” Sam said dismissively as he hopped into his own car. Scott hopped in the passenger side and you looked between the two cars. You knew which one you wanted to go in, but-

“You can ride with us,” Bucky said, holding the passenger side door open.

You tried to keep a cool head, but it was so difficult with those eyes and those arms and that voice- Focus, (Y/N).

“Cool.”

Nailed it.

Your lukewarm response didn’t seem to phase Bucky. He smiled as you walked over, holding the door open for you while you climbed in the back. Once you were safely tucked away he climbed in the passenger seat. Steve already had the engine running.

“Buckled up?” Steve asked the both of you, mom voice in full effect.

“Yes, Steve,” you and Bucky chimed in together. You grinned and caught Bucky doing the same in the rearview mirror.

Sam was already pulling out of the garage and Steve tailed after him, the engine purring under his control. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was enjoying this masterpiece of a machine.

“Alright, Sam and Scott insisted we ’pre-game.’” Bucky said ominously, holding up a bottle you recognized all too well.

“Oh, hell no. That’s that Asgardian stuff. I’m not doing that again,” you said, glaring at the bottle as though it had peed on your ancestors’ graves.

Bucky chuckled at your reaction. “No, no. This stuff’s for me and Steve. This is for you,” he said, handing you a completely full bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

“Alright, now we’re talking,” you said mischievously, grabbing the bottle from his hands. He smiled at you, a deep chuckle rolling from his lips at your excitement.

“The place we’re going to isn’t too far out, right?” you asked them curiously.

“Nope. About twenty minutes. Why?” Steve asked curiously.

“Open your bottle, tin man,” you said playfully as you worked the cap off of the Jack Daniel’s.

“I don’t know, (Y/N). I don’t think Steve-”

“I have no idea what you two are talking about. I’ve gone temporarily blind to all bottles of alcohol in this car,” Steve said, small smile on his lips.

“You heard the Captain,” you said, waggling your eyebrows at Steve.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded good-naturedly, bright smile lighting up his features.

“Cheers!” you said jovially, clanking your bottle against his.

“Cheers,” he agreed happily. A half second later you both took a generous swig out of each of your bottles.

By the time you arrived at the club, you were just the right amount of buzzed. Everything was funnier and more pleasant. Sam and Scott had arrived before the three of you and by the looks of it Sam was busy trying to catch up to Scott’s level of inebriation.

Before you’d entered the club, Steve had downed nearly a third of the Asgardian liquor in one go; you’d been an interesting mixture of horrified and impressed. Enhanced DNA or not, that wold definitely hit him hard at some point. Bucky had drank around the same amount, but he’d had the advantage of spacing it out on the drive over.

You walked over to the bar and were about to order yourself a drink when Bucky appeared next to you, flagging down the bartender.

“You like beer?” he asked, glancing at you, coy smile on his lips. You had to tear your gaze away from them to nod, guilty smile on your lips.

“Two Guinness, please,” he told the waiter, those his eyes never left yours. You felt your cheeks heat under his gaze. Sure, you were friends but the way he was looking at you-

The moment between you was ruined slightly by the bartender returning with your beers, the foaming ale still setting in their signature glasses.

“I’m glad you came out today,” Bucky said as you made your way back to the table. He wasn’t looking at you, but his cheeks were a little pink. Whether or not it was from the Asgardian booze or his statement, you couldn’t be sure.

“You are?” you asked a little too quickly as you turned to look at him, surprised.

“Yeah, I love hanging out with the guys, but... It’s better with you here,” he said almost shyly, determinedly avoiding your gaze.

You stopped walking. Maybe it was the alcohol talking (though that had mostly warn off by now, hence the beer), but you felt braver than you did normally. “Alright, Buck. How much of that Asgardian hooch did you sneak in here?” you asked playfully, watching him closely for a reaction.

He turned to face you, smile lighting up the whole room. “Ha! You said hooch. No one says that these days!” he chuckled. “I miss that word. It was a great word,” he said whimsically, moving closer to your as he spoke until he was less than a foot in front of you. He set his beer down on the small table next to you and seemed to forget all about it less than a moment later.

“I’m guessing the rest of the bottle, then?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him, playful grin on your lips.

“I think I had a few less shots than you think I did... but I had to borrow some liquid courage,” he said, suddenly looking unsure and apprehensive.

“Liquid courage? What for?” you asked curiously as you set your beer down next to his, crossing your arms as you studied him. He was definitely acting strange and you just had to-

“To tell you that I like you,” he said quickly, as though he thought if he didn’t get the words out in one breath he would never be able to say them.

The world stopped moving for a moment, then reality came crashing back down.

You held your hand up, three fingers sticking up.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” you asked him critically, certain he was too drunk to function.

He sighed and took your hand gently, nestling it between his flesh and metal one.

“I’m not drunk. I stopped taking shots after the first two,” he said as he ran his thumbs lightly over the back of your hand. “And that was... four hours ago, now,” he said, checking the giant clock on the wall.

“Say the alphabet backwards,” you ordered, not daring to hope.

“I don’t think I can do that stone cold sober,” Bucky said, grimacing.

“Neither can I,” you admitted, smile returning.

“May I kiss you?” he asked quietly, taking a half step forward to close the gap between the two of you.

“Yes you may, Sarge,” you whispered.

His hands released yours to wrap around your waist and your stood on your toes as he leaned down, lips meeting perfectly in the middle. It was perfect, everything that you wanted it to be. Your fingers found their way into his dark chocolate locks, getting tangled as you both deepened the kiss. His metal hand moved up to cradle the back of your neck and-

Cheers, jeers, and lewd whistles from voices you knew all too well overtook your moment and you and Bucky broke apart, panting for air.

“About damned time!” Sam yelled from across the club’s bar, proud smile on his face.

Steve looked like a mom who had finally married their daughter off to a nice, rich young man; it was a little creepy, honestly. You could almost see the tears forming in his eyes.

Scott had been cheering along with Sam a moment ago but now seemed to be attempting to buy the bar’s entire stock of liquor.

You groaned, rolling your eyes at the lot of them and turned back to Bucky, who was staring down at you, the fondness you found in his gaze making your cheeks heat.

“Where were we?” he whispered, leaning down until his nose was less than an inch from yours.

“I think somewhere around-” your sentence was cut short as you crashed your lips against his, with even more passion than the first kiss.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. You knew you and the guys were breaking about a dozen rules, but no one, not even Steve, seemed to care. You were all having too much fun. Besides, everyone on the team had done what you were doing before; you’d taken care of Nat and Wanda after more than one such wild night.

By the time your mangy crew rolled back into the base it was nearly 4 am. The boys would likely regret this escapade tomorrow (with the exception of, perhaps, Bucky, who you’d spend the entire night kissing whenever you could).

You knew Wanda and Nat would still be up so you decided to go tell them the exciting news; you hadn’t had time to update them because of how busy you’d been.

You were right. Nat and Wanda were in Wanda’s room, debriefing from their mission earlier in the day. You sauntered in, still a little tipsy.

“Guuuuuuys!” you said excitedly, plopping down next to them on Wanda’s bed.

“Jesus, (Y/N). You smell like you could light this entire base on fire,” Nat said, wincing slightly.

“That’s because I drank a lot tonight!” you said, smiling widely at them. “But that’s not important. Listen, this was the best night ever-

And so you regaled them with the entire tale, from the moment you left the garage from the moment you got back in, though your entire tale focused on you and Bucky, almost completely leaving out Sam, Steve, and Scott.

They didn’t seem as excited as you thought they’d be, but you were in too good of a mood to care.

“Oh god, it’s so late! I’ve kept you two long enough as is! Goodnight, guys! Sleep tight!” you said cheerily, making your way back to your room.

A thought struck you about a third of the way there, and you pulled your phone out of your pocket, pulling up your group chat with Wanda and Natasha.

Oh, please don’t let Bucky know I told you! The boys knowing is one thing, but I’m not even sure what we are yet and I don’t wanna put any pressure on him!

Natasha responded just a few seconds later.

You literally just told us how you broke around ten rules. In detail.

The kind of blind panic that hit you was only the kind a slightly intoxicated person gets. It’s when the fog of the alcohol clears and suddenly everything is razor sharp and you know only one thing; pure, unbridled terror.

If she was implying what you thought she was implying- that she had the obligation to turn you in- you had to go back and convince her otherwise.

You burst back into Wanda’s room, chest heaving from dead sprinting across most of the floor.

“Don’t tell anyone! I’m begging you!” you said, slamming the door behind you.

Wanda and Nat glanced at each other, expressions hard.

“You backed us into a corner here, (Y/N)... you said that entire story with the door wide open. Anyone could have heard and-”

“The only thing that happened tonight was that I went out and got really drunk. Made a fool of myself. The boys were just there to babysit me, but I didn’t make it easy for them,” you said, lying through your teeth. They knew you were doing it, too. They understood.

If you were going down, you wanted to at least be the only one to do so. You didn’t want to take Bucky down with you.

“I was obviously drunk earlier. Can’t trust a word of what I said. Let’s be real, I definitely made up the parts about Bucky and me. That’s just a fantasy, and we all know it,” you said, heart twisting painfully as you said it.

Natasha and Wanda looked at you, then to each other, then back to your again. “Anyone could have heard, (Y/N). If we don’t tell someone and it gets out that we knew-”

“Please. I’m begging you. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll make sure the guys don’t breathe a word of this,” you pleaded, the sense of dread in your stomach nearly overwhelming. You were definitely about to vomit. Or faint. Maybe both.

Wanda looked at Nat and that did that thing they could do where they had a conversation with only their eyes before Nat sighed heavily. “Fine, fine. We won’t say anything. But we can’t protect you, (Y/N). If it what happens gets out-”

“Thank you!” you said hurriedly, a wave of relief crashing over you.

“You should get out of the base for a bit. At least that way if this shit does get out, they can’t interrogate you for anything while you’re in this state. Maybe also brush your teeth,” Nat said, grimacing.

“Got it. I’ll go to one of the safe houses,” you said hurriedly. “Thanks for the advice, guys!” you said as you ran out of the room.

You spent only enough time in your room for a quick shower and to brush your teeth, throwing on a pair of fresh clothes before you threw a spare outfit in a backpack and headed to the garage.

One self-driving car ride later you were in one of the nearby safe houses. It was nearly 5 am and you wanted to sleep, but your mind wouldn’t let you. It was too busy planning out every single thing that could go wrong. It kept going through each doomsday scenario. You kept seeing Bucky yelling at you for getting him kicked off the team, Natasha, Wanda, and Steve’s looks of cold hatred.

By 8 am you’d given up on sleep, choosing to instead watch light pour in from the outside.

Your cell phone buzzed; it was the number they used for calling you back to base. If possible, it set your pulse racing faster.

You checked the message and felt that familiar feeling of dread gnawing once again at your stomach.

Agent (Y/L/N). Your presence is required at the Avengers base immediately.

Ah, yes. Ominous, vague, demanding; the perfect triple threat for attempted murder by stress-induced heart attack.

“Your position as an Avenger is being terminated immediately and you won’t be offered a different position within our organization,” the designated council speaker said, staring at you as though you hadn’t spent years working together. You knew his wife. You went to his kid’s birthday party.

No matter how many times your brain replayed the words in your head, they didn’t seem real. You said them over and over and over again. Picked apart each word until it meant nothing to you, then started over again.

You stared at the documents in front of you. Termination notice, awaiting your signature, the expensive fountain pen on the desk staring at you accusingly.

“I didn’t do it,” you said, having no other options than to lie. They had no proof, after all. Nothing except rumors.

“We have a trusted source. I can’t reveal names, but they heard the whole story and did the right thing by coming to us. We can’t allow these deviant behaviors in our organization...”

He kept talking, but you didn’t hear anything he said. Your world was crumbling down around you. You were aware of the other council members watching you, seemingly oblivious to how you were dying.

This place was your home. These people were your family... and someone had betrayed you.

You wanted to ask about Bucky, but you knew it wouldn’t help his case. You just hoped whoever ratted you out had more love for him than you. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be sat in this room, being told that everything you did couldn’t make up for one night. One mistake. He’d finally begun turning his life around. He had Steve back, he had-

He had you.

And look what you’d gotten yourself into; probably him, too.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the councilman asked, face and voice emotionless.

You looked up from the ground, eyes devoid of light. “What?” you asked, voice so small it was almost nonexistent.

“Will you sign the papers?” he asked, gesturing to the documents in front of you.

You stared at them for a long moment, eyes glancing over words like “terminated” “misconduct” and your own name flashing up from the page at you like neon lights.

“I want the record to show that by I don’t admit to these allegations by signing this,” you said, voice stronger than it had any right to be.

“There is a section for personal claims at the end,” he said as you picked up the pen with a shaky hand.

Your hand trembled as you wrote your peace, claiming your value to the Avengers as well as you innocence before you signed your name, the pen flying off the edge of the paper as you inked the last letter of your name, the tip gouging into the wood.

You pushed the papers away and sat, frozen for a moment.

This was really happening.

You’d been kicked out of the Avengers. You had to leave the base; the place you were happiest. You had to leave Bucky.

“I’ll need some time to collect my things and arrange transportation,” you said as you stood, jaw set defiantly. You would not cry. Not here, not in front of them.

“Of course. FRIDAY will help you make the proper arrangements,” the councilman said.

You thought about walking away without another word, but thought better of it. You were better than what they were making you out to be.

You extended your hand and looked the councilman straight in the eye. “Thank you for the opportunities you’ve given me and the time we’ve spent working together. I’m sorry it ended this way,” you said solemnly.

He took your hand, shaking it firmly, his mask of composure finally cracking a bit, letting a sad light shine in his eyes.

You left the conference room. When you didn’t see Bucky outside you nearly cried from the relief.

You made it into an abandoned tech room before you lost it. You sank to your knees, finally letting the reality of it sink in.

You weren’t an Avenger. You couldn’t come back here again. The family you found here and the home you’d made for yourself was gone...

And you only had yourself to blame.

At that moment, you thought that that was the worst pain you’d ever felt. Standing upon the wreckage of your life, searching for someone to blame, to hate, and finding only yourself.

You didn’t know how long you cried by yourself, but somehow Agent Maria Hill found you. She apparently hadn’t heard the news yet but was so alarmed by your emotionally wrecked state that you ended up telling her what had just happened, though you were too ashamed of what you did to get to that point to tell her what happened last night.

How had your life gone from sixty to zero in the span of a few short hours? You didn’t think you’d ever recover from the whiplash.

One thing came from talking Maria; focusing on the facts calmed you down enough to look almost-not-a-complete-fucking-mess, so you carefully exited the tech lab you’d been hiding in and headed towards your room.

That was when you saw him on the floor above you, headed towards the conference room, the Councilman walking in front of him, looking grim.

“No,” you whispered, hand covering your mouth in horror.

You were wrong. Destroying your own life was nothing compared to this; to destroying Bucky’s. You nearly broke down in the hallway, but managed to keep walking. You couldn’t help him. You only hoped he would get a more lenient ruling than you did. You made your way towards the residential level, the elevator ride and hallways passing by in a blur.

It was only once you got to the common room and a chorus of concerned voices met your ears that you realized how far you’d gotten, and that you’d been crying the entire way.

Sam, Scott, Wanda, and Natasha were all looking at you, concern etched on their faces.

“Are you alright?” Natasha asked, concern on her face. But... there was something there too. Comprehension. Understanding. Knowledge. You glanced at Wanda. She was wearing a matching expression.

She knew what had happened.

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” you screamed at the two of them, voice taking on a tone it never had before. All of the emotions that had been vacant up until then returned with a vengeance. Never before had you felt so betrayed. Never had you felt anger such as this. They didn’t just screw you, they screwed Bucky, too.

They glanced at each other and, to their credit, didn’t push you, and exited the room quickly and quietly.

As soon as they were out of the room, the tears returned. Sam and Scott looked at each other hesitantly. Natasha and Wanda had been the clear targets of your angry outburst a moment before, but they were obviously scared you’d blow up at them, too.

“I got fired,” you said weakly between hiccuping sobs.

“What?” Scott asked, shocked. “Can we even be fired?”

“Yeah, Tic Tac. We can,” Sam said quietly.

“Bucky’s being fired right now, too,” you said, voice cracking pathetically mid-sentence.

“How do you know?” Sam asked as he pulled you in for a hug. You wished he wouldn’t. It just made you cry harder. It was another thing you’d miss; warm Sam hugs.

“Saw him with th’ councilman. Plus, it’s my fault,” you said, voice devoid of all emotion except soul-crushing self-loathing.

“Man, to hell with that BS. I’m quitting!” Scott said stubbornly, joining in on the hug. You managed a single short laugh which quickly dissolved into more tears. Another thing you’d miss; Scott’s sense of humor.

You broke away from them, giving them a fake smile through the tears. “I- I have to go pack,” you said quickly, turning away from them to practically run to your room. Sam and Scott stared after, completely at a loss of how to comfort you.

It was three hours later when you saw Bucky next. You’d been cleaning your DVDs out from the lounge room when you’d spotted him walking down the hallway, talking sadly with Natasha, Steve, and Wanda.

It made your blood boil. Didn’t he know Wanda and Natasha were half the reason the two of you were in this situation.

You angrily shoved the remainder of your DVDs into your bag, pointedly ignoring all four of them as they turned to look at the commotion you’d caused.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and walked back all of them without saying a word.

What was there to say, after all?

Natasha and Wanda had screwed you over...

And you’d screwed Buck over.

No, you didn’t want to talk to Natasha or Wanda ever again, and you were sure Bucky wouldn’t want to talk to you. You know you wouldn’t if you were him.

It was only as Bucky was getting ready to leave, saying goodbye to his favorite spot on the roof, that you finally found the courage to say something to him. You’d meant to say a lot of different things. Excuses, declarations of love, apologies a mile long, but the closer you got to him the harder it was to hold back your emotions.

By the time you were five feet behind him you were sobbing, barely keeping yourself quiet-ish.

“I’m sorry!” you wailed, frozen in place, unable to take another step forward. “I ruined it for you! I ruined all of this for you! I didn’t mean to-” you managed to gasp the words out between hiccups and sobs.

“Shh, I know,” he said quietly, closing the distance between you with two short strides. You reached for each other at the same time and he pulled you to his chest. “It’s alright,” he murmured softly, his own eyes swimming with tears.

“No, it’s not! I ruined your fucking life and you should be punching me right now, not hugging me!” you gasped, burying your face deeper into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know,” he said quietly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

You stood like that for a few minutes, in each other’s arms, before he pulled away and placed a light kiss to your forehead.

The simple gesture made hope flutter in your chest.

“Can... can we still...” you gestured helplessly at the space between the two of you, hope written on your face as clear as day.

He smiled, but it was a sad thing, devoid of anything resembling happiness. “It may take me some time to want to pursue this particular relationship,” he said quietly, unable to meet your gaze.

And just like that, the small amount of hope you’d managed to gather from the ashes was destroyed again, leaving you even more devastated than the last time.

“I understand,” you said mechanically. “I’m sorry Natasha and Wanda told the council-”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, genuine confusion on his face.

“... Natasha and Wanda told the council what we didn’t last night. They’re the only ones I told,” you said, brows furrowing in confusion. Had they really not told him-

“(Y/N)... Tony overheard your conversation with them. He’s the one who told the council...” Bucky said, wincing at your expression.

“Where are they?” you asked frantically. “I... I think I owe them an apology,” you mumbled guiltily, remembering how you’d snapped at them earlier in the day.

“Last I checked they were in the kitchen,” Bucky informed you.

“Don’t leave without saying goodbye! Please!” you said, glancing at the door behind you.

“I won’t leave without sayin’ goodbye. Promise,” he said, half smile on his lips.

Ten minutes you were sobbing on the couch with Wanda and Natasha. Wanda had taken one look at your face and started crying. Natasha made it halfway through one sentence of your garbled apology before she succumbed to her tears, too. The three of you sat like that for some time, until FRIDAY informed you it was time for Bucky to leave.

All of you made your way to hangar-garage. To your dismay and unending anger, Tony was there, too.

As if that wasn’t enough, Bucky didn’t seem to be angry at Tony. In fact, they seemed to be getting along as well as ever.

Tony kept glancing at you, but you didn’t say a word to him as the group said their goodbyes to Bucky. You’d be leaving tomorrow, but somehow you knew your own sendoff wouldn’t be as heartfelt as this one.

When you hugged Bucky just before he got in the car, you somehow knew it was the last time you’d ever get to hold him again; the time you’d ever get to see him in person again.

It hurt, leaving. It hurt so much that you had trouble functioning at first. The world had lost its color. Music had lost its magic. Your interests were suddenly dull.

You were dying inside your own mind, so your brain did the only thing it could to try and save itself.

It turned the sadness to hatred.

Tony was the first one crossed off of every aspect of your life. In fact, he hadn’t even survived the plane ride to your new residence; you’d deleted and blocked him from anything and everything.

Wanda and Natasha weren’t deleted, but you grew to resent them. They didn’t defend you against Tony’s accusations, too preoccupied with keeping their own hides safe to save yours. It was easy to hate them for that part, really, because you knew Wanda had done just as much as you had, and Natasha had done everything you’d done, but at least twice.

Yet they were still Avengers.

You didn’t try to contact Bucky. You had no right, after all. Trying to convince Bucky to let you back into his life would be like cancer trying to convince its host that it was actually beneficial.

No, your sadness around Bucky turned into hatred for yourself.

After months of resentment and hate you’d tried to reach out to Wanda and Natasha, but their responses contained only the same hate you already felt for yourself. You didn’t even try to contact Bucky.

It was then, and only then, that you realized:

One mistake is all it takes to break something beyond repair.

And that, sometimes, no matter how much you want something to go back to the way it was, it can’t.

Yes, one mistake was all it took.

And in this case, you were the mistake.

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proteus-no · 3 years

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What exactly is going on with supernatural? I’m outside the fandom, but it sounds real exciting... whatever is happening...

brooooo...... SO MUCH is happening right now, so here’s a not quick run down cause I ended up rambling, have fun anon:

- Castiel was introduce 4x01, and from literally the day after, the fandom has been shipping him and Dean together. Cas was planned to be killed off fairly early on, but the fans loved him (and his dynamic/relationship with Dean) so much that the writers kept him around

- Originally a female angel (who Dean had sex with) was supposed to be his guardian angel. But the fans....

- And so begins a long and torrid history of Destiel, which personally I have been shipping for 10-11 years, and so have many other fans. There were too many things that added up, like every Cas did, he did for Dean. Like.... literally everything. And somewhere along the way, Misha (Castiel’s actor) started playing Cas like he was in love/pining

- People labeled Jensen as homophobic because he, personally, didn’t headcanon Dean as bisexual (even though most fans did), and got testy and upset with Destiel because fans would harass him over it, which is understandable

- But then season 15 happens

- The writers focused a LOT on Dean and Cas’ (platonic) relationship. And fans were getting hype. They loved it. They were acting like an old married couple and we were living.

- And in 15x10, Dean is high on anesthetics from getting dental surgery, and has a bit where he’s dancing in black and white, and it’s very much a Hayes code thing. And he briefly dances with a lamp (this is where the lamp memes come from). Light fixtures, light in general, and lamps have always been a symbol/stand in for Cas, so every goes nuts

- Also in 15x17, God says that in every other universe, Castiel never disobeys. He saved Dean from hell, then did what he was told. But this universe’s Castiel had a “crack in his chasis” and was the only one who disoeyed. Who rebelled. And now he was outside God’s plan

- And God (Chuck) has always been a stand in for the writers. So Castiel, who was so loved by the fans that he was kept on the show and completely changed their plans, is also outside the writers hands. We all just went 👀 👀 👀

- And then, on November 5th, 2020, 15x18 airs and the internet loses its collective shit. It doesn’t matter if you were a die hard fan, lost interest along the way,never watched it but was interested, or never had any interest at all, EVERYONE was talking about this episode.

- Because, my dear anon, Castiel explicitly confesses his gay, homosexual love for Dean.

- Sadly, Death wanted Dean dead for trying to kill her. And there was this entity called the Empty (which everyone calls Turbo Hell) that also wanted Death dead. But the thing is, is that Cas made a deal with the Empty to save his adopted son, Jack, who was trapped there. Jack would get out, but the moment Cas experienced true happiness, the Empty would take Cas.

- So Cas doesn’t want Dean to die. So he starts talking about how Dean is a good person, an amazing man. And fans were like... oh? And he continues, talking about how everything Dean has done, he has done for love, for his love of Sam and Jack, and how he loved the world and wanted to save it. And we’re like Oh????????? and then he says Dean changed him, and that he LOVES Dean. And then we lost out collective shit, and he pushes Dean away and gets eaten by the Empty.

- Everyone started calling Dean and Jensen homophobic because Dean wasn’t reacting much but like???? Home boy was being chased by and about to be killed by Death, and Cas starts saying stuff that no one has ever said to him before (see, Dean hates himself and thinks he corrupts everything he touches), and THEN his best friend (who he thought was straight, amongst other things but I’ll touch on that later) confesses he loves him before promptly dying.

- But the thing is, he was dying from experiencing true happiness, and his happiness was just confessing, not even being reciprocated, which is a huge oof.

- Also everyone not in the fandom conveniently ignores how Dean broke down crying on the floor immediately afterwards.

- But then the behinds the scenes information comes out and OH BOY.

- As it turns out, the actors joined the writers for writing and planning out season 15, and you want to know what was the first thing they wrote for this season?

- Thats right, you guessed it, Cas’ love confession. So they wrote the entire season with he knowledge that Cas is hopelessly in love with, and always has been, in love with Dean.

- I cannot stress this enough, but Cas has always been in love with Dean.

- And in the scene, when Cas pushes Dean away, he leaves a bloody handprint on the location that Cas had branded him when he dragged him up from hell.

- You want to know who gave that suggestion?

- JENSEN “HOMOPHOBIC” ACKLES

- BUT WAIT IT GETS EVEN BETTER

- BECAUSE JENSEN IN A CON SAID THAT HES BEEN PLAYING DEAN, SINCE HE MET CAS, WONDERING IF CAS EVEN FELT LOVE LIKE HUMANS SINCE HE’S A CELESTIAL BEING

- WHICH MEANS DEAN’S BEEN WONDERING IF CAS COULD EVEN LOVE HIM

- AHHHHHH

- THE JACKLES LONGCON FOLKS

- But then the next episode airs, and Dean is in a forward spiral, blacking out drunk. Everythings bad, but Cas and his confession arent really brought up and we’re like?????? ?????

- But the main story, really everything but Cas, gets resolved at the end of the episode.

- But also, the show runners have keeping Misha’s location during filming a secret. So we have no idea if he’s even in the finale. So everyone's obviously going to watch, and hope, that Cas comes back and Dean can finally reciprocate.

- But then the finale airs, and at first we were hopeful. Dean’s room is full of lamps, and Cas’ coat can be seen in the background. We also see an application as a mechanic on his desk. And we’re so hopeful, that Dean is moving on from the hunting life. He’s going to have an actual life

- But then Dean dies, from a fucking juggalo vampire, impaled on a rusty nail (actually its bent rebar, but rusty nail is funnier). During a simple hunt. And Dean doesn't want to be saved, which goes against ALL OF HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND HIS ARC FROM NOT ONLY THIS SEASON, BUT THE PAST 5 YEARS

- DEAN, WHO IS CALLED A KILLER BY GOD AND SAYS “YOU SEE, THAT’S NOT ME” BECAUSE CAS SAID HE WAS A GOOD PERSON WHO LOVES SO MUCH

- JUST.... DIES.......

- And on top of that, Sam, who’s arc the ENTIRE SHOW has been moving past his toxic co-dependency from his brother and finding his own life just..... doesn't move on...... he spends literally the rest of his life grieving over his brother. Naming his kid after him, the whole shebang.

- And there was this awful “old Sam” who was in really bad make-up and a silver party city wig. it looked so bad.

- And Dean? Up in Heaven? Just drives his car around. Like, that’s it. He learns from Bobby that Cas is out of Turbo Hell and is fixing up heaven with their new God (Jack, which also goes against Castiel’s arc that he isn’t God’s little soldier, he’s his own person, he’s outside God’s plan. And yeah, Jack is God now, and he’s still Cas’ adopted son, but the point still stands that he’s God’s soldier again) and just continues driving until Sam finally dies and comes to heaven.

- Oh and not to mention that Sam’s love interest for the past couple of seasons (Eileen, a deaf woman) is just never mentioned again, even though she was shown to be brought back, and Sam was grief stricken when God snapped everyone out of existence. No, Sam gets a blurry face woman as wife instead, and Eileen is never heard from again.

- So basically the writer taunted us with Cas to get us to watch the finale because they knew we wouldn’t watch if Cas wasn’t in it.

- So even though the show has ended, more news comes out every day. Like, for example, the heavy focus on Sam in finale and lack of acknowledging the homosexual declaration of love was because they wanted to keep the Sam girls and cis white heterosexual audience pleased so they would follow over to CW’s new show, a Walker Texas Ranger reboot staring Jared Padalecki (Sam’s actor)

- It was also brought up that even pre-covid, the show runners didn’t even bother to ask past characters to come on the show for the finale, even though they said they wanted to have a big scene with all of Sam and Dean’s found family showing up in heaven (including the band Kansas, and I find the implication that the Winchester’s killed them is hilarious) but yeah. They never even asked.

- Jensen also asked a crew member to record the scene on his phone while they were filming, so it has all the cut content. And like Jensen, release the tapes.

- Misha also made a tweet linking an article about how to tell if nuts are rancid, highlighting that it leaves a bad taste in your mouth

- There’s a lot of other stuff that happened, but I’m forgetting

- But RECENTLY both the latin America and indian dub of 15x18 was released and more information came out.

- For example, Dean was originally supposed to scream Cas’ name that it could be heard from blocks away.

- But the BIG news is that, okay in the American version, Dean says “Do do this, Cas” as in, don’t sacrifice yourself. But the lips movements never really lined up.

- However, in the LA version, Dean says “y yo a ti, Cas” which translates to “And I you, Cas”, and in the Indian version, it’s translated to “I’m yours, Cas.”

- AND HOLY SHIT

- DEAN ACTUALLY CONFESSES HE LOVES HIM BACK

- AND JENSEN’S LIP MOVESMENTS WOULD LINE UP MORE WITH “I’M YOURS” OR “AND I YOU” THAN “DON’T DO THIS”

- So basically Destiel is not only canon, but RECIPROCATED, but like, only in Spanish, but hey, we’ll take what we can get.

- AND THEN Misha releases a video that’s summed up to “It was a rogue translator, blah blah blah” and just seemed like CW was holding a gun to his head to do damage control

- Everyone was pissed for like .2 seconds but then Misha immediately apologizes and goes to his replies and has been talking with fans about why they’re upset, and just genuinely just learning about the strife and anger people are feeling. It’s big “Dad trying to understand his kid’s problems at school” vibes.

- And Jensen has been radio silent the entire time even though it’s obvious CW has been trying to get their actors to quell the fans, and honestly he stan a king.

And that’s what you missed, pretty much. But new information is coming out every day, so periodically send asks and I’ll update you on this shitshow, anon

#supernatural #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #jensen ackles #misha collins #Anonymous #spn anon

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years

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Broken Up

Request (summarized): Can i request one, where dean and the reader used to date but Dean turned into a demon and Sam asks for the reader's help? They find out about a strip club that he visits regularly and reader pretends to be a stripper that doesn’t know Dean. He asks for a private show and urges her to admit that she’s the reader who denies it, but tells him a story of how she used to date this one guy, but they broke up and she is dating his brother now to make Dean jealous, ending up in smut?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: This one...oh boy...

“What’s up baby Winchester?” you said into your phone with a smile, slamming your trunk shut after wrapping up your case.

“Y/N seriously? You’re still calling me that?” asked Sam, the laugh in his voice.

“Forever and ever baby Winchester. So you’re too happy to be calling me and say that the ex has finally met his end. What’s up?” you asked, sliding into your front seat. “Dean get himself in some trouble again?”

“I never understood why you two broke up. You love each other,” said Sam, the sigh heavy in your ear.

“Loved, Sammy. Besides, you said you’d never make me talk about it,” you said, letting out a sigh of your own. “If Dean’s feeling nostalgic-”

“I guess since you don’t love him anymore you won’t be willing to help me save him then,” said Sam, whining a little. “Not even for your baby Winchester.”

“Don’t give me puppy dog eyes over the phone,” you groaned, feeling them on you. “How much trouble is he in?”

“He’s a demon,” said Sam.

“Shit. I’ll be at the bunker in four hours.”

You hated to admit it but you were glad to have found out Dean was a regular at a strip bar in Nebraska. It got you away from the bunker which was starting to feel too much like home again after just two days. You missed home. You wanted home again. But home meant Dean and you weren’t ready for that.

“Can you really do this?” asked Sam, grabbing your arm before you slipped out of the car for your first shift. “It’s...I mean it’s a strip club Y/N.”

“I can handle my own Sam. This...this is the only way I get close enough to him to catch him and none of us end up dead,” you said, Sam’s grip relaxing.

“I’ll be in the back trying not to watch you just in case,” said Sam, watching you shake your head with a smile. “What?”

“You really never were attracted to me in the slightest, were you?” you asked, knowing you’d seen Sam as a brother from day one.

“You’re very beautiful Y/N. But I could never love you like that. Only one Winchester ever could,” said Sam, catching your glare. “I’m never going to stop trying to get you together again. He misses you like crazy, after all this time.”

“I’ve got my shift in ten minutes,” you said, sliding out. Still, it made you feel a bit better to know you weren’t the only one who’d had their heart broken.

Or that it’d never healed fully.

Why the Hell were there so many men in this strip club on a Thursday afternoon? Did they not have jobs or things to do? Why were you even participating in this convoluted plan? You’d be better off trying to take Dean on in a dark alley.

Sam gave you a tiny smile from way in the back at the bar, keeping his word and not staring at you in the skimpy outfit you wore as you walked out. As soon as your eyes wandered and you caught sight of blonde hair that was longer than Dean liked, you were glad for the nerves. Dean was there, for the first time in years you were looking at him and you had to fight the urge to watch him the way he watched you.

You spun around and dipped, thinking of anything other than your ex in his blue shirt and you thanked Chuck it wasn’t that red one that got you riled up every single time. Your back arched as you moved your hips, pretending that this was the most attractive thing you’d ever done when it felt all kinds of awkward. Except for Dean. It felt like it’d always been with him and you reminded yourself why you were there in the first place.

Dean was a demon and you were going to take him home to Sam. Not you.

You only danced a few more times that night, every single one of them feeling Dean’s gaze on you like fire, each time feeling more relaxed and like he was the lone person you were doing this for.

“Big tip from the big guy,” said your manager when you were getting dressed at the end of the night. You titled your head as you took the money. “Blue shirt, comes here everyday. You’re the first he’s asked about if you do private showings.”

“If he tips like that he can have as many private shows as he wants,” you said, your manager nodding.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said before leaving. You took the money and shoved it in the group jar, exiting quickly and hopping into Sam’s car.

“How’d it go?” asked Sam. “Dean seemed interested.”

“He wants a private show,” you asked. “I’m going to need those handcuffs.”

“He’ll be pissed when he finds out you aren’t just a sexy cop,” said Sam, pulling them out of his pocket.

“He’s a demon. I’d expect nothing less.”

You felt like you were on the most important hunt of your life as you stood, waiting for that door to open and Dean to take a seat on the couch in front of you. If you messed up...things wouldn’t end well, for either of you. You had to hope that you’d plastered enough make up on and that your hat and aviators would hide your face this close up.

Dean quietly but confidently came in and took a seat, not saying a word but waving a hand. He wanted you to get things going so you didn’t bother making him wait, swinging around as you dropped your skirt, showing off your barely covered ass.

“I thought I recognized you, Y/N,” said Dean. Your heart stopped and you kept moving, ignoring the panic and just acting like a stupid person.

“I’m Officer Cherry Pie,” you said, moving and undoing one of the few buttons on your shirt.

“No. I don’t think you are. I’d know that ass anywhere,” said Dean. You shook your head innocently and undid another button.

“Sorry, I don’t know any Y/N. You on the other hand sound like you are just begging to get in trouble,” you said, holding up the cuffs, the only ones that would be able to hold him and hoping he was interested.

“Why ever would I want to do that?” he asked, his gaze following your shirt hit the floor, leaving you in a dark navy pushup bra and matching undies with black lace. “Shit, you’re fucking hot.”

“Want to touch?” you urged, curling a finger, flashing a flirty smile. Dean licked his lips and stood, taking a step forward before your hand was on his chest, pushing him back in his seat. He always loved that. “I asked if you wanted to, not that you could.”

“Sorry Officer,” said Dean, smiling as you straddled his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck as you started giving him a lap dance. You fought the urge to do all the things he liked. He was already suspicious and if you knew just how to roll your hips, he’d be on you in a second.

“We aren’t supposed to let customers touch but...I think I can make an exception for you baby,” you whispered in his ear, running your hand down his arm.

“Are you sure I don’t know you Cherry Pie? I think I used to be your boyfriend,” asked Dean, smiling as he roamed over you, wanting to savor it now he knew he got to play.

“If you were my boyfriend I would have never let you go baby,” you said, proud that you kept your voice strong. “Although...” Well, might as well fuck with him if he was hell bent on pushing this. “I did date someone that looks a little like you. I’m with his brother now.”

“Oh really?” asked Dean, keeping his eyes on you as you slipped one of his wrists into the cuff slowly, keeping things easy and not like Dean was about to be locked up in the dungeon very soon. “This other guy you date now, his name wouldn’t happen to be Sam would it?”

“Small world!” you said with a giggle. “I love my Sammy. He’s so much better for me than his brother. Better cook, better driver, stronger, funnier, smarter. Boy can screw your brains out and make you sore for a week. Makes his brother look like a joke. I still can’t believe I ever slept with that guy.”

“Really,” said Dean, reaching up his free hand to your sunglasses. You moved your hands quickly, catching his other wrist and snapping the lock in place just as he pulled your glasses and hat off. “I knew it was you. I didn’t know work was that hard, Y/N. You could have come home to Daddy if you’re strapped for cash.”

“Guess who’s in charge today demon boy,” you said sliding off and taking a step back, Dean glancing down at the cuffs and dropping his hands. He huffed, feeling his weakness now that his arousal was backing away.

“Let me go,” he growled, trying to stand up but your hand easily pushing him back in place.

“I’m taking you home Dean,” you said, walking over to your pile of clothes to pick up your phone. “You’re free as soon as you’re human again.”

“You didn’t fuck Sam did you?” demanded Dean, his fists clenched as he stared up at you.

“Do you think I did?” you asked, dropping the phone back down and crossing your arms.

“I don’t give a shit if you did. I just know I’m better,” said Dean. You laughed as you walked over to him, looking down at his face.

“Jealous?” you asked, just in time for Dean to trip you and cause you to land right in his lap. His arms wrapped around you, a hold you could break with him in this state but you caught those eyes.

“Finish my show at the very least. You don’t have to be an all around bitch,” he said. You glared and shook him off of you, your hand grabbing him by the collar and tossing him on the floor. “A little rough aren’t you?”

“Lay on your back,” you said. He turned on his bottom, sitting up for a moment. “You want to get some? Follow my orders.”

“Bossy,” he said, laying down, looking up with eyes that told you he’d never hand it all over, even if you had him cornered.

“If you touch me, I stop and call Sam,” you said, tugging his pants down and kicking off your underwear.

“Wouldn’t want Sammy to know you screwed your way into tricking me,” said Dean, glaring at you with lust and hate.

“I want you to shut up now,” you said, straddling his lap, getting a nod of approval from him before slamming down fast on his hard cock, squeezing yourself around him.

“Y/N,” he whined. You smiled and he groaned. “I didn’t say that.”

“Just remember,” you said, starting a grueling pace, ripping whimpers and moans from his pink lips. “Remember what you had and threw away?”

“Fuck you,” said Dean, bucking his hips, your hands pinning him in place. Dean stopped trying immediately, preferring your angry pace to anything he could come up with. “Y/N, slow it down. I won’t last.”

“That really sucks for you,” you said, pushing harder and harder until you were coming, forcing Dean into his own orgasm he bit back through gritted teeth.

“I hate you,” said Dean, chest heaving as you climbed off and cleaned up, dressing and then texting Sam.

“Not the first time you said that to me,” you said, wiping him off and pulling up his pants. You sat in silence until Sam came in, the younger Winchester looking relieved and then a little scared.

“When I get out, it’s my turn to play. Trust me, you don’t want to know that is,” said Dean, Sam pulling him to his feet.

“Yeah, death threats got it.”

“You okay?” asked Sam, your feet slipping into your boots at the bottom of the stairs. “You aren’t even going to say goodbye? Check on Dean or anything?”

“Sam, I-”

“It’s a good thing I’m bigger than you,” said Sam, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder, you boots falling off as you flailed.

“Sam! Put me down right now!” you shouted at him, pounding on his back until he was setting you down somewhere new.

“She a demon too?” you heard a tired voice say from his bed. You spotted Dean just in time to hear Sam slam the door shut behind you.

“Work it out!” he said, locking the door before you ever had a chance. You growled and stared at it, feeling Dean’s gaze on your back.

“What,” you said without turning around.

“Thank you for helping me,” said Dean, the bed creaking as he went to sit up but you didn’t hear it finish. You spun around to see Dean wincing, frozen in place in pain. Carefully you helped him sit back down, Dean breathing in relief.

“Well, Sam said you were in trouble,” you said, walking away, getting caught in Dean’s grasp.

“I was awful to you,” said Dean. “I don’t deserve your help.”

“No your cheating ass doesn’t,” you said, shaking him off. “Why’d you have to screw another woman Dean? You weren’t a demon then. You were you and you tore my heart out and fucking stomped it into the ground.”

“Is that why you slept with me when I was a demon? So I’d know how it felt?” he asked, no bitterness in his words.

“Yes,” you said. “It still felt like you though and I wished I hadn’t done it because now I just...”

“You can’t forgive me, no matter how much you want me. I understand. I wasn’t expecting you to stay,” said Dean, ducking his head down.

“Why did you get so mad at me when I tried to talk about this before? Why did you say all those awful things to me?” you asked. “You were in the wrong and you knew it.”

“You’re a good and kind person, Y/N. You would have forgiven me for my stupid fuck up because you would have said I was drunk and you got hurt on the hunt because of me and that I was blaming myself and that I only did it to push you away to protect you. You would have seen through that. You would have seen how I just wanted you safe. But if I truly hurt you, said things I’ll never be able to live with...maybe then I’d make you hate me enough to keep your distance. It worked,” said Dean.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! Why do you hate yourself that much that you would hurt me, destroy us, to protect me?” you asked. Dean smiled and you felt your heart hurt all over again.

“It’s not that I hate myself Y/N. Some days, most days, yeah I do, but not how you think. I always loved you more than I love myself. You were always first, not me. Now if we’d been together, the first thing my demon self would have done was rip you to shreds because that is exactly what I was thinking about doing the second I realized it was you. I broke your heart but I didn’t break you. I can live with that. Actually hurting you...I don’t know what I’d do honestly but it wouldn’t be good,” said Dean.

“You don’t even understand that you broke me far worse than anything, anyone else ever could. All I ever needed was you. Maybe my body is okay but my head, my heart, they can’t be fixed. Not all the way. You broke me, Dean,” you said, walking around the room to grab his lock pick and work on the door, shimmying it open in no time.

“Y/N,” said Dean, watching you open the door with fearful eyes.

“I'm glad you’re okay Dean. But I’m not. Please, if you ever cared about me, don’t come and try to fix me. You’ll only break me more.”

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10 Jokes From Cheers That Have Already Aged Poorly | ScreenRant

The contemporary culture of the 1980s was a whole world of difference away from the 2010s, and Cheers feels incredibly dated when you consider a lot of its jokes. While the series is ageless in its legacy, the younger fanbase of today will definitely have a hard time swallowing some of Cheers’ pills.

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Mainly, it’s because people have become more sensitive to certain things nowadays, and without the context of living in the 1980s or being aware of the culture at the time, these 10 jokes have aged very poorly indeed. The important thing to remember, though, is to have an open mind and accept that today’s way of thinking is a lot different from before.

10 "Don't You Ever Hit Me Again!"

It should go without saying that a man laying his hands on a woman is very bad, let alone having a main character from a TV show slap a woman in the face. But in the second season finale of Cheers, this is exactly what we saw.

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Here, Diane and Sam had a huge fight, one that spilled to insane levels of physicality. Diane would instigate the violence when she slapped Sam for being too mean with his words; to her immense surprise, Sam slapped her back. The two would then go back and forth with hitting one another, which was a sequence that was meant to be funny because of how childish they looked, but today it just makes us incredibly uncomfortable.

9 Rebecca Locked In The Vent By Carla

To be fair, even in the date that this episode aired this shouldn’t have been very funny. Carla was famous for being the meanest character on TV, but she crossed the line between funny and downright cruel.

In this episode, Rebecca opened up a vent in Cheers for repairs and headed inside to see what the problem was. Carla thought she’d be funny and lock Rebecca inside the confined space. Poor Rebecca was trapped in there for so many hours that she was still stuck by the episode’s end, and none of the other characters did anything to help her. In fact, Carla had even meaner things to say while she had Rebecca locked up.

8 "Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures."

Funnily enough, this was meant to be a progressive episode back in 1982, where we saw the topic of orientation come up. Looking back now, Norm, Cliff, and the rest of the patrons look like complete jerks because they felt insulted that men who weren’t interested in women were in the bar.

They assumed two effeminate men to be their targets and drove them out, only to find out the men they were after had been among them the whole time. It was meant to showcase how ignorant Norm and the others were, but nowadays the jokes come across as more mean-spirited than anything else.

7 "I'm Going To Steal Your Girlfriend."

Henri was Woody’s girlfriend’s friend from France, whose real motive was to steal her from Woody to leech off her riches. As it happened, Henri arrived at Cheers along with Kelly, where he openly told Woody that he would steal Kelly from him.

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Perhaps it was funnier back then that a guy would tell the boyfriend how he was planning on stealing the girl, but today it comes across as Kelly being very insensitive toward how uncomfortable Woody was. Henri would even be very touchy-feely with Kelly in front of Woody, but this was still supposed to be something funny rather than inappropriate.

6 "And Then, I Turned 11."

In this scene, the guys were clowning Rebecca for being a daddy’s girl. Rebecca’s truth came out in that she was still paid a stipend from her father despite being a woman in her 30s, and the gang didn’t let her hear the end of it. Frasier in particular feigned being on her side, only to tell her he was paid a stipend as well, until he turned 11.

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Sure, Rebecca was irresponsible for not taking control of her finances, but since today's audiences are likely to be more sympathetic to financial woes, they’ll likely take Rebecca’s side for wanting her father to support her financially.

5 "Well, You Never Hurt Me, Did You!?"

Another instance of Cheers broaching a little too close into male abuse territory, we're pretty certain audiences today won’t be very sympathetic to Frasier’s anger toward Diane. He was dumped by her way back in Season 3, but was still holding a grudge in the Season 11 finale.

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When he saw Diane again, Frasier initially attempted to be cool, but then unknowingly started to hurt Diane by squeezing her shoulders too tight. Of course, Frasier's actions weren't intended to cause physical harm, but it's still something that probably wouldn't (and shouldn't) be included in a modern American sitcom.

4 "...There Is No Other Part."

Sam’s characterization seemed to be about how good-looking he was and how much he liked to be among the ladies, apart from which he didn’t have anything else; Sam realized this as well.

When Woody was disappointed that Sam had let him down, he claimed he had idolized the latter except for his two most well-known traits, leading to Sam quipping there were no other parts to him. Today, people would just condemn Sam for his debauchery, and call him shallow for being so superficial. He definitely was just that, but back then it was passed off as charmingly funny.

3 "Hunting For Snipe."

The gang at the bar liked to play rough, there’s no question about that. And when Frasier tried to integrate among them, they went extra mean. Taking Frasier out in the woods, they had him “hunt snipe," (which doesn't exist), and then left him out there.

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It was a simple practical joke at the time, but that was what bullies called it back then. Clearly, Frasier wasn’t someone equipped to survive outdoors, and he had to fight his way back to the bar where he found the others laughing at his gullibility. Fortunately, bullying isn’t thought to be as funny as it was back then.

2 "It Is Not In A Man's Nature To Sit Alone And Be Passive And Docile."

Yikes. This one's so bad we can't make a clear argument for including the full quote, which is incredibly misogynistic. Here, Cliff would argue with Diane that women were the ones meant to stay at home and indulge themselves in stuff like culture and nurturing, while men were meant to be hunters.

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The irony was that Cliff was clearly in the wrong, as Norm seated next to him refused to move an inch because he was lazy. However, anybody viewing the episode for the first time today would be inclined to overlook the punchline and latch onto Cliff’s ignorance of women, which we’ll agree was very striking.

1 "Goodnight Everyone!"

There’s practical jokes and bullying, but a whole new word has to be made for Carla’s cruel treatment of Cliff. There were times where she made sure Cliff was physically in pain, and this one was the worst of the lot.

Here, Cliff mistakenly set an attack dog onto himself by using its attack word; Carla called its owner to ask how to get the dog to calm down. When she was told the word, instead of rescuing Cliff (who was being chewed out by the sounds of his anguishes of pain), she bid everyone goodnight and left the bar so that Cliff would possibly get mauled to death. Nothing about this comes across as funny at all, instead we’re left hoping someone would throw Carla in jail for what she did.

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Discovery Trip - Chapter 1/3

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Fandom : Supernatural

Relationships : Sabriel, Destiel

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Summary : After Sam broke up with his girlfriend, Dean and Castiel decided to bring him with them to France, at Cas’ brother house.

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Chapter one : Who knows

“Come with us dude, it’ll be nice !” Dean said once more, taking another sip of his beer.

The bar was full on this Friday night. Dean, Cas and Sam were having their weekly beers - shots for Cas. Sam’s holidays were about to start but he had no plans yet. Dean didn’t want his brother to be all alone here when him and Cas would be at Cas’s brother Gabriel in France. Cas had already asked Gabe and he didn’t mind having one more person in his house.

“I don’t want to ruin your french romantic trip, guys. And I’ll still have to work for next year” replied Sam once again.

“C’mon Sam. What don’t you understand in the word ‘holidays’ ? You won’t bother us. In fact I would feel much better knowing you’re breathing some fresh air.” Dean was pissed. Since his little brother broke up with his girlfriend -he would never forgive this Jess for that- he got used to locking himself in his room and spent all his time studying, hoping that it would make him forget about the world around him. Dean could see despair in Sam’s eyes, and it made him remember the look Sam had after their mother died. It was his big bro role to help him to get better.

“Sam, I insist,” Cas started, leaving no time for Dean to argue with his brother. “You won’t interfere in any way with our plans. Gabriel doesn’t mind having you home and I’m pretty sure he will be glad to meet you.” Sam still seemed to be sullen. Cas sighed. “At least if you don’t do it for yourself do it for me.”

The two Winchesters seemed blindsided by the unexpected sentence.

“Dean won’t be able to get you out of his head and I definitely need him to be fully concentrated on me for what I’ve planned.” Cas took another shot, grinning. He saw the look Sam gave him. He had won. And Dean was undressing him with his eyes. Double-win.

“Well… if you put it like that…” Sam surrendered.

Dean asked two more beers and one more shot to celebrate their victory, giving a small squeeze on Cas’ tight as a ‘thank you’.

***

“Cas, I’m not feeling well” said Dean with despair as they got closer and closer to their plane. “I don’t think I can make it. I’ll take a boat, anything.”

Cas kissed his forehead, giving him a small smile.

“Your medics will be effective soon, Dean. Sing some Metalica meanwhile.”

Sam was doing the best he could to hold back his laughs. His brother in an airport had always been the best show ever. As he put his suitcase on the carrousel he saw that Cas was in the same state as himself, doing his best to help his boyfriend but yet wanting to laugh to how ridiculous the big boy sounded.

A few minutes later, the drugs had fully taken over Dean. It would have been even funnier if only he didn’t start flirting with every living things around, what didn’t please Cas. Sam and Castiel had had to bear Dean to his seat and lock him down to make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid or dangerous.

The flight was long and exhausting, especially with a drugged-Dean. Luckily the food was good and Dean was between them, so he couldn’t run away. After hours of “no Dean, we can’t jump down to swim with the fish”, “no Dean, a gang bang is not worth considering” and “Dean, if you do that I quit”, the older Winchester fell asleep.

“Since when does your brother live in France, Cas ?” asked Sam, totally unoccupied now.

“Well… Gabriel always loved France. He asked us every year to go on holidays there when he was younger and when we finally did we had to tear him off the ground when we eventually had to leave.” Cas took a deep breath with nostalgia. “There had been an incident during his studies, a few years ago. He had got fired. That destroyed him. He decided to leave the next day and came to France to run his own business. It worked for him. But even if he gots all the ressources needed, he is lonely. Not very sociable.” Cas sighed and looked at Sam upon Dean’s head. “He keeps claiming is happy but he isn’t. I’m confident he needs someone in his life. Someone to hold him. He’s never been very self-confident deep down.”

Sam had never seen Cas this worried. He never really realized how much his brother meant to him, at least this one. He knew that Cas had more brothers but he never talked about them.

They spent the rest of the flight quiet, laughing when Dean snored loudly.

***

“I’m still on drugs, right ?” asked Dean, his jaw falling down.

But he was clean. The big black car with a private driver was here for them. Cas didn’t seem that surprised and he was the first one to give his suitcase to the driver and enter the car. Sam and Dean followed his lead a few seconds later. The driver remained silent, driving them to their destination.

“I am sorry my brother didn’t come in person. I hoped he would have,” Cas apologized.

“Cas… You never told me your brother was this rich.” Dean answered, amazed by the leather on the seat, the bottles of soda and packs of candies hidden in some hidden boxes in the doors.

“In fact… He is not even as rich as our parents. This is almost cheap compared to what we’ve seen growing up. I assume this…”, he pointed out the whole car, “is just a way for him to show that he could do it too. Our father never really believed that he would be able to go from rags to riches on his own.”

“Wait wait wait… You told me your family was kind of rich but you never said THAT rich” said Dean, a bit dizzy after all this revelations. “What else didn’t you tell me ?”

Sam would have loved to make himself as small as possible, but instead he took some pop corns and started watching the he-didn’t-know-why kind of fight.

“It would have been irrelevant, Dean. Do you really imagine me coming to you to say ‘hey, you know what ? Remember my stupid family ? There’re fucking rich !’ ” Cas started to get pissed - he usually never swore. Seeing -and hearing- it, Dean took his hand in a soothing squeeze.

“It’s ok Cas, it’s just that… I’m not used to it. You know I’m not comfortable when it comes to money.”

“It’s ok Dean.” Cas smiled and squeezed back. They stared at each other for some long minutes. “I know…” whispered Cas, leaning to press his forehead against Dean’s.

Sam looked at them and couldn’t decide if he was glad to see them this happy after months of hesitation -Dean afraid to be a mistake in Cas’ life and Cas having to manage with an homophobic family-, or if he was sad thinking that he might never find someone who’ll fit him that much. He really thought Jess would be the one for him, even planned to ask her hand, but then he found her in their bed with his -ex- best friend Brady. The vision of them both together had been the death of him. He didn’t even say anything, he just came to his brother’s flat and stayed there. He never heard from Jess or Brady again after that, but a few days later they started showing themselves all around the campus.

“Get out of your thoughts Sam, we’re there.” Dean’s voice cut Sam out. He got out of the car and froze before the gigantic villa.

“Finally ! ‘Thought you’ll never come !”

A guy came to them. With the brightest smirk of all times and golden hair, he was one of the most beautiful guy Sam had seen in his life - wait, since when did he check people out ?

“Gabriel, I’m glad to see you” said Cas with a big smile, letting his brother hug him even though he wasn’t the hugging-type. Cas turned to face Dean and Sam. “Dean, Sam, let me introduce you my brother Gabriel. Gabriel, here’s Dean my boyfriend and Sam his brother.”

“Glad to meet you guys. I’ll show you your rooms, you three look like zombies.”

Sam made a face at the comment but followed the group. This was the biggest house -villa- he’d seen in his entire life. The entrance was as big as Dean et Cas’ flat. There were way too much shoes on the many shelves for one life and he was sure he’d never seen that much jackets in the same place before.

“The kitchen is on the left and the living room on the right” said Gabriel nonchalantly.

“He always dreamt of an open kitchen” whispered Cas to the Winchesters, smiling at his brother.

“Then in this corridor here you got my office on the left and at the end the gym.”

“You got a gym ?” asked Sam, “in your own house ?”

Gabriel smirked. “It’s cleaner and I don’t have to deal with people I don’t care about.”

Gabriel then took them upstairs and showed them their rooms. Dean and Cas had the first on the right and Sam the first on the left. The rooms were the same, with a king size bed, modern furniture and a bathroom with two sinks, a tub-jacuzzi and a shower.

“I asked the maid to make sure you’ll get everything you need, but if you still miss something I’ll be downstairs in my office.” As fast as he finished his sentence, Gabriel ran in the stairs.

“Well… I guess we’d rather sleep” said Cas, heading to his room, taking Dean’s hand to pull him in too.

Sam went back in his room, closing the door. He had never slept in a room this big before. He unpacked his stuff. Dean and Cas had planned to stay here for two weeks, maybe more. Apparently Gabriel didn’t care about having them here. He was quite a brain-twister to Sam. The guy he just met seemed to be like Tony Stark, the rich playboy in his too big mansion and he’d been surprised that there were no party or girls in the house. He felt like he knew him a bit since Cas talked about him in the plane, and that made him uncomfortable. But why would he feel like this because of a guy he didn’t know before and whom he will probably never hear about again in the future ?

Half an hour after, Sam was laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was tired, he really did, but he couldn’t just close his eyes and sleep. Once again he was over-thinking.

What if Jess didn’t cheat on me ?

What if I don’t get my exams ?

What if I could never be a lawyer ?

What if I end up alone ?

By midnight his throat was too dry, he had no choice but to go downstairs to drink. In fact Sam had seen a bottle of water on his bedside table, but he couldn’t help his legs going downstairs.

He managed to find the switch. The light revealed what he could compare to the Great Hall of Hogwarts, scale-speaking. The ceiling was way higher than what he thought he’d seen in the first place, the furniture was mainly made of steel, of wood, or painted in white. The whole place was welcoming. The kitchen looked like the one from a restaurant. Sam tried to figure out where the glasses could be when he heard music coming from the corridor. He followed it, not really knowing what he was doing, and found himself at the entrance of Gabriel’s office. It looked like the living room with a huge light wooden desk facing the entrance, and behind him a huge patio door leading to the garden. It was about 1 a.m. and Sam could only see a steamy shape of the forest thanks to the stars’ light.

Gabriel seemed to finally notice him, lying his eyes on Sam.

“What can I do for you, Sammy ?” asked Gabriel with a great smile.

Sam usually didn’t like being called Sammy, but this surname in Gabriel’s mouth sounded great.

“I… I was looking for a glass of water but I couldn’t guess where the glasses were. Your kitchen’s huge” mumbled Sam to refrain from smiling like an idiot as he felt he was dangerously about to ever since Gabe smiled to him.

“Arf. Yes. I’ve always enjoyed cooking and… Well…”, he looked at Sam with a bored look while heading to the kitchen, “I could afford it so I thought ‘you’ll have to do something with your money one day’. Here you go” finished Gabriel while offering a glass of water to Sam. “I know it could sound presumptuous. Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize ?” ask Sam, “It’s not like you stole your money. What do you do by the way ?”

Gabriel took a glass for himself. “At first I was in pure trade. I got hired by a company in Paris. I quickly got promoted and then one thing led to the other… I made a lot of money. I’m kind of a patron now. I help some startup companies with money and advises in exchange for stocks. I guess it works good for me” concluded Gabriel.

“More than good I’d say” said Sam, thoughtful. He wished he could have this sort of career.

“And how is it going for you Sammy ?”

“Well… I study to become a lawyer.” Sam stopped and laughed seeing the look Gabe gave him, the what-about-you-telling-me-more kind of look. “I’ve been a bit overwhelmed these days so Dean insisted for me to come with them. I hope it doesn’t bother you…”

Gabriel laughed weakly. “It doesn’t make the slightest difference to me, be sure of that.” He let his now empty glass in the sink. “If you’re hungry feel free to rummage through all the cupboards. The dishes are all gathered here and the drinks are up there.” He then got back to his office. Before he left, he turned around to face Sam. “Glad to know you, Sam.” Before Sam had the time to answer he closed to door of his office. Gabriel stayed for a while leaning against the door, his eyes closed, convincing himself that Sam wasn’t attractive at all, and when he saw that he had just received a message from the older Novak brother Micheal, he stopped thinking about the Winchester.

Just after Gabe left him, Sam got back to his room. He laid on his bed, closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep thinking about his host.

***

“Good morning sunshine !”

What… This voice ? ‘Must be dreaming…

“I said wake up Gigantor !”

Why would a dream insult me ?

“Don’t make me do this, please.”

Make what ?

Sam didn’t have the time to figure out what was happening before someone threw his blanket away. He opened his eyes widely and saw Gabriel opening the window.

“Wait…” started Sam, “did you just call me Gigantor ?”

“Not my fault if your as tall as the Eiffel Tower” laughed Gabriel. “Now move your ass from that bed, Cas and Dean are having breakfast. Seems like you’re heading to Versailles today.”

“I don’t even know a single word in French” mumbled Sam.

Gabriel sat on the bed, a serious look on his face. “Ok there’re a few things : ‘hello’ is ‘bonjour’, ‘please’ is ’s’il-te-plaît’, ‘thanks’ is ‘merci’ and ‘shit’ is ‘merde’. If you need any intelligence call me.” Gabriel winked at him. Sam felt like it was the best day of his life. “Maintenant viens avec moi chéri, je meurs de faim et vu les bruits de ton estomac, toi aussi” said Gabriel, pushing the giant outside of his room.

“I didn’t get a single word, Gabe.” When Sam realized he just called Gabriel ‘Gabe’ it was too late. He waited for Gabriel’s reaction but nothing came except a smile. It could have been worst.

The breakfast table was much more like a Valhalla buffet. It was all sugar, fat and starch and Sam realized how much his stomach was sore. He managed to find some fruits and enjoyed the lively meal.

“Gabriel”, started Cas uncertainly, “did you get Micheal’s message ?”

The mood suddenly switched.

“Yes” answered Gabriel, in a rush to speak of something else.

“What message ?” asked Dean, worriedly. He wasn’t very fond of the Novak family. He knew that Castiel -and apparently Gabriel- were too open minded for them, reason why he had been pushed aside. On the other hand, Micheal, the older brother, had always been daddy’s favorite. He worked in his father’s company and was on tracks to a promising career. Dean had just seen him once at the beginning of his relationship with Cas, and he still wasn’t able to forget the despising gaze Micheal gave him.

“Micheal has the honor to announce us that he is getting married” read Cas, repelled by every word he had pronounced.

They finished to eat quietly and quickly and went back to their rooms to get ready for the trip to Versailles, leaving Gabriel alone at the house since he claimed he already knew the castle by heart. Sam wasn’t this excited about the idea of visiting a castle for a whole day, but the moment he got there he felt purely amazed. He didn’t know much about architecture but he could easily figure out that this was a master piece. He first followed Dean and Cas though the many rooms but when they headed to the garden he left the couple behind to explore.

“I never thought a castle and garden could be this… interesting. I really wasn’t expecting this. To be honest, I thought it would be boring as fuck, but this was just amazing. I finally get why so many people are obsessed with it” said Sam, as he laid on the couch in Gabriel’s office.

Dean and Castiel had jumped in the pool -yes, there was a pool too- as soon as they had got back home, but Sam had staid inside. He had bumped into Gabriel as he tried to decide which cereal to eat. The Novak invited him in his office so he could tell him how their day had been. Gabriel was glad to have an happy-Sammy with him. It changed him from his usual loneliness.

Maybe having some people home isn’t the worst idea ever… Especially when one of them is Sam Winchester…

Gabriel coughed as the idea ran through is head.

“Everything’s alright ?” asked Sam with -maybe- a little too much concern.

“Yes, yes…” said Gabriel, taking a sip of water. “It’s your enthusiasm, I’m not use to it, it’s taking over me.”

Maybe Sam was smiling too much at his comment, maybe he was a bit too happy that he, Gabriel Novak, made him smile this way. Who knows. A knock on the patio door made them startle. It was Dean, still soaked with water.

“Guys, stop staring at each other like idiots and come with us, the water’s hot !” said Dean, more demanding than offering.

It was clear for the two boys that they had no choice. The both went upstairs and Sam waited until Gabriel entered his room -the last one, at the end of the corridor- to enter his own. He quickly put his swimming trunks on, picked up a towel and walked downstairs to jump in the promise water. Gabriel went out of his own room just a few second after him and stared at Sam’s back like it was the most mouth-watering candy he’d ever seen. Maybe it was. Who knows.

The four guys in the pool was a total mess. First it was Winchesters against Novaks, then Dean and Castiel made an alliance forcing Sam and Gabriel to work against them together, and finally everyone betrayed everyone and soon there was more water on the ground than in the pool. It had almost been three hours since they got in when they decided to go downtown to get pizzas, Gabriel having decided that they’d have all the time needed to have some snails and other “pure French food” once they would be in Paris. Gabriel won the game of being ready first - when he toured the boys around the house he hadn’t mentioned that he had a bathroom and a dressing room in his office.

Gabriel led the boys to his garage and Dean almost fainted before the -never- too many cars. As a passionated mechanic his first passion after Castiel was cars. He could talk about it for days. When he saw that Gabriel was heading them to a Tesla S, he immediately decided that he was his favorite brother in law ever.

“Brother in law ? We’re not even married yet.” said Cas, trying to stay as placid as possible tough he felt his cheeks blushing.

Dean turned white as he realized he just thought out loud.

“Glad to know I’m your favorite though !” laughed Gabriel as he jumped into the car.

Dean and Castiel took the backseats, leaving the passenger seat, next to Gabriel, to Sam. Cars were not really his jam but he had to admit that this one was particularly comfortable and pretty. He’d never been in an electrical car before, and it was weird for him to see that they were going forwards even though there were no sounds nor vibrations of any kind while they made the quick ride.

“Here we go boys !” declared Gabriel as he parked the car on a half full parking. “This is not Jean-François Piège’s restaurant but they make awesome pizzas and pastas.”

They headed inside. It was clear that the staff already knew Gabriel.

“Monsieur Novak, quel plaisir de vous revoir ! Et accompagné, pour une fois !” said a girl behind the counter in the entrance. The look she gave to Gabriel didn’t really please Sam.

“Bonjour Madame Patel,” replied Gabriel with a perfect accent, “ce sera pour une table de quatre s’il-vous-plaît.”

“Bien sûr, suivez moi” said the girl before leading them in a quieter place, aside the main room. “Installez vous, je vous en prie. Je vous apporte les cartes dans un instant.” she added before going back to the entrance.

“She’s bringing us the menu” said Gabriel as he waved sit down to the others.

The girl came back quickly, and the Winchester brothers got confronted to a big problem : they didn’t get one single word in French. Castiel laughed at how cute Dean looked trying to figure out what all these strange words could be, and he took the responsibility to translate for him.

“Wait. You speak French ?” asked Dean with surprise.

« Have you seen my family ? Of course I speak French. We had to learn everything that looked fancy to our parents" said Cas shrugging.

Dean had his own boyfriend-translator, but Sam on the other hand was still wondering what a “viande bovine française” could possibly be. He shivered as he felt a soft hand on his own.

“Come here Gigantor, I’ll translate for you” said Gabriel with a soothing smile and an incredibly soft voice.

Sam let Gabriel translate every dish on the menu, and even after he had made his choice he let Gabriel continue so he could hear his voice longer. After a few minutes the waitress came back.

“Vous avez choisi ?” asked her.

“Ce sera des carbonara pour moi et une pizza carnivore pour mon mari” said Cas with a huge smile knowing that Dean wouldn’t understand. But Gabriel did, and the look he gave Castiel made his brother lose all sense of phlegm and laugh.

“Mon ami prendra des lasagnes et je vous prendrai une pizzaiolo, merci” finished Gabriel, trying not to laugh too hard seeing Castiel’s face and the two understanding faces of the Winchesters.

“Et pour les boissons ?” asked the waitress again.

“What do you wanna drink, boys ?” translated Gabriel.

After a short concertation they ordered a bottle of red wine.

The meal was delicious, the dishes as much as the desserts. They ordered another bottle of wine, so the conversation became more and more opened. Gabriel didn’t drink that much so he was sure he could drive the three others back home. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that Castiel and the Winchesters were a bit tipsy. Well, more than a bit. Dean and Cas were both quite eager to be be alone, and Gabriel and Sam knew what they were about to do when they saw them running to their room.

“Good news for you : you won’t leave early tomorrow !” laughed Gabriel, not seeing the insistent look Sam gave him. Not Sam : the alcohol. But maybe Sam too. A bit. Who knows.

“Want another glass of wine before sleeping ?” asked Gabriel while taking a bottle and two glasses. He had only drunk one glass at the restaurant. He usually wasn’t this responsible. He didn’t wait for Sam to answer and gave him a glass anyway. Sam opened his eyes wide as he tasted the best wine he’d ever tasted.

“That’s… delicious !” Sam didn’t really know which words to use to describe it.

“Yup. ‘Thought it’ll be a good one” said Gabriel, drinking slowly.

“Wait…” Sam blocked as he read the label on the bottle. “It’s… It’s a Saint-Émilion 1990.”

“Yep. As good as it should be.”

Sam was confused. It wasn’t the type of bottle you open in your kitchen by midnight. His thoughts were interrupted as Gabriel refilled his glass.

“So tell me Sammy-boy… What went wrong that Dean and Cas forced you to come with them ?” asked Gabriel.

“My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend.” Sam didn’t actually meant to say the truth, but speaking to Gabe was easy, so he let the wall he had built in his head fall down and let his heart speak for itself. “It was a Friday night. I remember very well, I had just finished my exams. I knew Brady and Jessica had seen each other a few times, but as a dumbass I thought they were studying, not…” Sam drank a bit before going on, and the understanding look Gabriel gave him warmed his heart. “Anyway. I came back home -cause we lived together- and when I opened the door I heard some… noises from the bedroom if you know what I mean. So I went straight there, not really knowing what I’ll see, and then I saw Jess riding Brady like she had never done with me.”

“Damn…” said Gabriel with concern as he emptied the bottle before opening another.

“Yes… Brady saw me and he didn’t even try to pretend… Anything. He just smiled at me while my girlfriend was coming on him. I left immediately and I went to Dean and Cas’ flat. Not really the best day of my life.” Sam whispered the last words, lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t help but think about what Castiel said to him in the plane about Gabriel. Right now he really wanted to know what happened for him to run away to France. It was confession time, right ? And the alcool had ripped every buffer he might have anyway. “What happened that you got expelled from university and came to live here the next day ?”

Gabriel gritted his teeth. It wasn’t his best memory, but the puppy look Sam gave him was the key to the padlock of his jaw.

“I had a boyfriend. At first it was great and everything but… Well… He always wanted more. And I thought I loved him and everything and I didn’t want to loose him so I gave him everything he wanted ’til he went too far. I tried to… you know… say no to him but… well… it didn’t please him. I had to defend myself.” Gabriel fled Sam’s eyes, fearing a judgmental look, but the only thing he felt was a soothing squeeze on his hand. “We both got hurt in the fight. Unfortunately his family was a hundred percent behind him and mine had left me the second they knew I was gay. He went to the headmaster to complain with a big cheque in his pocket and the second after I was expelled. I called my parents for help but they didn’t answer, so I packed my things and left. I came to France because it was the only place that I remembered which felt like home, even if I had just been there for a few weeks before. I discovered that my awesome father had blocked all my bank accounts when I went to the airport. Castiel helped me. He ran after me and when he figured out that I wouldn’t come back he gave me enough money to live for a few weeks and wished me good luck. He’d always been my number one support.”

Sam couldn’t help the forward thrust that made him hug Gabriel. It felt good having him in his arms and feeling him leaning to rest his head on his chest. Gabriel didn’t even remember the last time someone hugged him this way, with an infinite concern and an obvious will to make him feel better. He hugged Sam back, surrounding Sam with his arms as Sam’s surrounded his waist. They remained like this for what felt like eternity, resting against one another’s chest as their heartbeats seemed to synchronize. They both enjoyed the moment until they felt that they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore. They both headed upstairs, not really paying attention to their uncommon proximity in the large stairs. Gabriel opened Sam’s door and wished him a good night. He couldn’t help his hand to squeeze Sam’s arm one more time, and when Sam finally closed his door Gabriel was way too overthinking to sleep. He got back to his office and managed to put his many files into order until he felt down on his couch as the sun was showing up.

***

“Why on earth are you sleeping here, Gabriel ?”

Cas’ voice made Gabriel jump on his feet with surprise.

“Why are you in my office anyway ?” asked Gabriel as he passed a hand on his sore back.

“Dean and Sam were wondering where you could possibly be and I didn’t mind entering your personal space. But you didn’t answer my question : why are you here ? I thought we had talked about this. If you do want to feel better you have to mind having a healthier lifestyle. That,” he pointed the couch and Gabriel’s zombie-face, “is not what I call healthy. So tell me what happened. You know I can hear anything.”

“Why are you this concerned about me…” mumbled Gabriel with a grumpy tone.

“Because you’re not concerned about yourself and someone has to. So tell me.”

Gabriel had no way out. If he managed to leave his office -Cas being in front of the door- he knew his brother would pursue him and he didn’t want him to make a fuss in front of the Winchesters.

“I couldn’t sleep because I was overthinking so I came here to work a bit and then I fell asleep. Cross my heart.” Gabriel knew that his brother knew he wasn’t telling him everything. He could see the spark in his eyes.

“Ok…” Castiel turned around to go back to the kitchen, but he stopped a second before leaving. “I saw you with Sam yesterday. He’s someone good. If you want to talk about it I’m here.” Castiel eventually left, leaving Gabriel alone with his thoughts, not knowing if he should smile or run.

The day’s destination for the three tourists was Paris. Dean was the most enthusiastic of the three, running in every directions, asking some translations to Cas and trying to speak a few words in the most ridiculous yet cute way. Sam on the other hand had been at first impress by the city, but he quickly got tired of running everywhere. At the end of the day Cas and Dean decided to stay in town in the greatest hotel Cas found -he refused to let Dean pay a single thing- but Sam refused to stay with them, pleading that he preferred going back home. Cas wanted to argue but Dean stopped him, thanking his brother for letting him and his boyfriend alone, knowing that Sam truly didn’t mind going back to Gabriel’s house.

Back in the villa, Sam took some stuff to eat and started to look at the many shelves in the living room which were bending under the weight of hundreds of books. Lost in his contemplation he didn’t notice Gabriel, who was looking intensely at him.

“I thought you guys wanted to stay in Paris tonight” said Gabriel.

Sam jumped, not expecting Gabriel to be here, wondering since how long he was staring.

“Dean and Cas staid. I was too tired to visit Paris one more day. And they didn’t need me by their side” finished Sam, laughing softly.

Damn… Thought Gabriel as he heard Sam’s laugh, feeling shivers on his back.

“I hope it doesn’t bother you, you know… Having me wandering here” asked Sam with hesitation.

“Why the hell do you think your presence doesn’t please me ?” Gabriel froze as he realized what his sentence could possibly mean. Of course he liked having the Winchester around, it felt reassuring to know that he wasn’t far away, and the hug from yesterday night had been the best thing that happened in his life for months. Yet he didn’t know how to feel about it. Sam was tall and handsome and clever and everything but Gabriel had some serious trust issues. And nothing had proved him yet that he was also interested in male, what was one of his biggest problem with all this frigging kind-of-relationship-or-he-didn’t-know-what thing. And he didn’t even know if ‘relationship’ was the word to use. He was just desperate, all alone in a villa he ordered only to prove his parents he could have a big one too, but the reality was : he hated this house. It was too big, too empty. There were five rooms upstairs but he spent most of his time surviving in his office. Castiel and the two Winchester brothers had been his very first guests here. Of course he had tried to follow Castiel advise, which was to find someone with whom he felt good, but he never found someone like that. Well, until he laid his eyes on this giant who showed up at the entrance of his office to ask for a glass of water.

“Gabriel ? You’re ok man ?” Gabe heard Sam’s voice calling him and he realized that he’d been lost in his thoughts for a while

“Would you like to come with me to Bretagne ? I got some stuff to do for work in Brest, but then I could make you visit the city” asked Gabriel without really realizing what he was doing, but it was too late to pull out the invitation.

Sam first thought he had miss-heard. There was no way that Gabe invited him to come with him to Bretagne where there would possibly be only the two of them and… “Sure, it would be great !” Sam heard himself say, wondering if he was still alone in his head or if someone just took the control of his mouth.

“Great…” Gabriel replied, not knowing why his stomach was flipping that much. “But we gotta leave like in three hours, it’ll be ok for you ?”

“Sure, I haven’t unpacked much things” Sam replied, feeling both awkward and restless about the whole situation.

“Don’t mind bearing your suitcase outside, Antony will put them in the car for us.”

They both stood in the living room, not really knowing what to do.

“Maybe I should tell Dean and Cas that we’re going to Brest together while you pack your stuff,” managed to say Gabriel, tearing himself off Sam’s eyes, pretending that his phone was in his office even though he perfectly knew it was in his pocket.

Chapter 2

#Discovery Trip #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #gabriel #dean winchester #castiel #au #fanfiction #sabriel #destiel

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return of the blog, part.... uhhhh

“that’s right, I can’t even reliably count to three. or maybe I can and it’s four I can’t reliably count to?”

That aside, something horrible is about to happen.

THE SIEGE OF GONDOR

Gandalf wakes up Pippin at “the second hour,” which is either 2am or like 9am, depending on where they’re counting from. Pippin stares at his bread butter & milk breakfast miserably and says, “Why did you bring me here?”

“You know quite well,” said Gandalf. “To keep you out of mischief; and if you do not like being here, you can remember that you brought it on yourself.”

Dude. He’s a teen and he was cursed. Give him a break.

He has to go see Denethor, who treats him rather rudely and then says he’ll be the lord’s esquire for today. Does he know any songs? Well, um, not many that are fitting here... Pippin does not want to sing comic songs or lewd songs to the Steward of Gondor. I just can’t get over this teen thing, he is like a college freshman who got out for the summer after a socially productive semester and now he works for the president. It’s fucking ridiculous. Well, he goes and gets some fancy livery so he’ll look regal enough for Denethor, and it only makes him gloomier. I love all the descriptions of Merry and Pippin being gloomy about being treated like ornaments.

Near sunset he’s finally released from his service (both boring and arduous, though I’ll wager he’s been doing a lot of good eavesdropping) and goes to hang out with Beregond and bemoan the fact that Faramir isn’t here. Oh! How convenient! There’s Faramir’s company right there (what’s left of it), being attacked by Nazgul! LUCKILY Gandalf, who vanished a while ago, seems to have foreseen this; he chases them away with light magic. Pippin runs to the gates to see Faramir coming home, and immediately gets a crush on him. He’s so noble! So tired! Yet so approachable!

Denethor does not really think so. He finds the smallest crack in Faramir’s demeanor as he’s making his report, and verbally eviscerates him in front of the guests. Y’know, for letting the Ring go into Mordor, and also for being alive even though Denethor is the one who told Boromir to go questing. Denethor and Gandalf yell at each other for a while, it’s rather frightening. As Pippin and Gandalf are leaving (Faramir has gone off to get some sleep, thank goodness!) Gandalf says he is filled with foreboding that Sam and Frodo are going via Cirith Ungol. How would YOU have gone, Gandalf? Through the front door? Secret tunnel?

The next morning everyone is gloomy again. They WERE excited about Faramir coming back--the text sort of implies that everyone in the city is a little in love with him--

But now Faramir was gone again. ‘They give him no rest,’ some murmured. ‘The Lord drives his son too hard, and now he must do the duty of two, for himself and for the one that will not return.’ And ever men looked northward, asking: ‘Where are the Riders of Rohan?’

Restless, restless, restless. Electric air. That Good Stuff. Faramir has been sent to Osgiliath to strengthen the garrison:

‘Then farewell!’ said Faramir. ‘But if I should return, think better of me!’

‘That depends on the manner of your return,’ said Denethor.

Ouch. Why do I get the feeling that Denethor will only think better of him if he returns in a coffin? As Faramir leaves, Gandalf tells him that his father loves him. Umm okay but how does that mitigate his awful treatment of Faramir. Doesn’t that make it worse? Right now I’m thinking about how Faramir is probably going to have to fight the Witch King since he’s leading the attack on Osgiliath, and thinking about how Eowyn is the one who kills him, and just being really excited for them to meet. Weary guy who hates to fight but must; frustrated enby who is chomping at the bit to murder some dudes. Honestly doesn’t that describe ALL the best Tolkien ships. Sometimes he does ladies right and it’s so #aesthetic. Wait I think the aesthetic I’m describing is just classic Jewish gender roles. Gentle studious men and women alight with the fire of direct action. I’m gay for both of these genders.

Anyway the next day the Black Host or whatever comes through the wall of the Pelennor Fields, despite the fact that Faramir is still doing his best to hold the rearguard off in Osgiliath. Including, yep, the Witch King. Actually they never refer to him as the Witch King in these books and I’m not sure where I heard it, but it’s an amazing title. Anyway mounted sorties start going out into Pelennor, with Gandalf at Prince Whoever of Amroth at their head. Denethor at least doesn’t let them overextend themselves; he calls them in very promptly so they won’t get trapped or too tired. I get the impression that for quick strikes they have the advantage because all of Sauron’s people are on foot. Oh, except a full third of them died anyway, because Sauron’s forces MASSIVELY outnumber them. Faramir has come back dead or wounded, and EVERYONE is crying. They bring him back to Denethor, who goes up into his tower and people see a strange flashing light and he comes down even more dead-looking than his dead son. I am beginning to suspect that the reason the text has alluded so many times to how far-sighted and well-informed Denethor is, is that he has a palantir. And this is some kind of secret, maybe?

The very last companies who can make it come back in through the gates, and they report that there is no way the Rohirrim can possibly make it in to help them now. The enemy is throwing fire over the walls. They’re throwing severed heads over the walls. Nazgul are circling. Denethor is weeping by Faramir’s body. Gandalf and the prince of Amroth have taken command of the city. There’s an aside here with Gondorians whispering about how elvish the people of Dol Amroth are--the people of Nimrodel. I’m glad there’s at least one version of the story where they found each other again and settled down, even if “the coast” probably wasn’t the land Nimrodel dreamed of that had never heard of war.

Hey, let’s check in on Denethor! Oh, uh, the palantir broke his will and he’s planning to set himself on fire in his despair. That’s cool I guess. Pippin goes to fetch Gandalf, as if he couldn’t possibly have anything more important to do than save one rude old man’s life. Or no, Pippin suspects he is going to kill Faramir as well. He passes Beregond and tells him to stop anything awful from happening.

OMG SORRY I FORGOT EVERYTHING I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PAYING ATTENTION TO BECAUSE WE HAVE FINALLY CONFIRMED THAT THE BATTERING RAM GROND IS INDEED NAMED FOR MORGOTH’S HAMMER. I CAN STOP READING NOW THIS IS ALL I WANTED TO KNOW.

No no jk I will keep reading. I’m extremely pleased though. I have “Grond! Grond! Grond!” echoing in my head nonstop some days. Um anyway the Witch King is there, casting an evil spell to help Grond along, and on the third go it BURSTS the gates open!

‘You cannot enter here,’ said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. ‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!’

The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set.

Fuck yes.

Somewhere in the city, a cock crows, because having half of Gondor on fire in no way disrupted this chicken’s daily routine. Dawn. And with it, the horns of Rohan.

THE RIDE OF THE ROHIRRIM

The beginning of this chapter has a lot of fun sense description, since Merry is lying awake in complete darkness listening to the distant sounds of the Enemy’s hosts. Smelling the horses. All that. He thinks about how weird it is that everyone is just ignoring him because they know he’s not supposed to be here; Dernhelm seems to have some kind of “understanding” with Elfhelm, the marshal of their company. Sorry. Elfhelm? Elf? Helm? Is that a guy’s actual name? Elfhelm trips over Merry in the dark, and Merry asks What Is Up. As it turns out what is up is Woses, and what will soon be up is all the Rohirrim. I was gonna explain what Woses are but I think it’s way funnier if I don’t.

A Wose has come to offer help to Theoden, since he hates orcs as much as the next guy. Woses, he says, have “long ears and long eyes,” which isn’t especially relevant as far as I can tell but it’s delightful. The leader of the Woses, Ghan-buri-Ghan, knows a secret road! All he wants as a reward is... for the Rohirrim to stop hunting his people like beasts. What the fuck. I can’t believe Ghan-buri-Ghan actually prefers the Rohirrim to orcs. They go through the forest, and it takes all day, but the next morning before dawn they are ready to go do murders. Merry is upset again because he’s actually zero good at fighting and is just going to get himself and others killed.

The king sat upon Snowmane, motionless, gazing upon the agony of Minas Tirith, as if stricken suddenly by anguish, or by dread. He seemed to shrink down, cowed by age. Merry himself felt as if a great weight of horror and doubt had settled on him. His heart beat slowly. Time seemed poised in uncertainty. They were too late! Too late was worse than never! Perhaps Théoden would quail, bow his old head, turn, slink away to hide in the hills.

Then suddenly Merry felt it at last, beyond doubt: a change. Wind was in his face! Light was glimmering. Far, far away, in the South the clouds could be dimly seen as remote grey shapes, rolling up, drifting: morning lay beyond them.

Nice nice nice nice nice that’s some top notch metaphor. Tolkien is sooo good at environmental metaphors and foreshadowing. IDK there’s just something about the way the whole world seems to get in on the narrative, it’s really good. Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered; a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Theoden grabs a horn from someone and blows on it so hard it EXPLODES. AND THEY’RE OFF!! Join us next time for

THE BATTLE OF THE PELENNOR FIELDS

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