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Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive
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Black Tie Optional: Final Part
Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen
Warnings for this part: 18+ ONLY, SERIES FINAL REWRITE BECAUSE FUCK THAT REBAR, "one thing about Dean Winchester is, if a Toddler handed him a toy phone, he'd answer it"
Words in this part: 4,800
Author's notes: Follow-up to Plus One.
Thank you, @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker for the read-throughs and greenlight.
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
FINAL PART
The wedding party hits a few pubs on the way back to the hotel. Vanessa declares herself to be the “only sensible adult in this car” at their first stop and makes Sam take her place in the front passenger seat for the rest of the ride.
Dean watches her in his rearview mirror as she and Emma snap selfies in the backseat. From the very first moment he met her over a year ago, Dean knew she was special. She’s beautiful, yeah, but she’s so real and funny and smart.
Vanessa finally meets his gaze, and her eyelids flutter like they always do when she sees him like it’s the first time. He wonders if that’ll ever fade. Dean smiles, and she smiles back.
They pull up to the last bar and pile out onto the curb.
Dean rounds the hood of the car to where Vanessa is waiting for him as Sam and Emma make their way inside.
“Ya know, that little twinkle in your eye and this dress’re makin’ it hard for me to be a gentleman.” He steps close and reaches for her wrist, pulling her into him.
“Who told you to be gentle?” Vanessa slides her hands inside his unbuttoned jacket to wrap her arms around his waist. When her fingers bump against cold steel, she tenses. “Oh-”
Dean clasps his hands at the small of her back and looks down at her. “Just in case. OK?”
Vanessa relaxes in his embrace and nods.
“Kay,” he mutters, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head.
She questions whether she should be troubled by the gun at his back. But she isn’t; in fact, the discovery serves to crystallize what she knows about him into the perfect shape of a man she trusts with her life, and her heart.
“A’right, Big Guy,” Emma coos as Sam helps her out of the Impala for the last time of the evening. “You and me, utility closet.”
She smooths her hands over her hips and tosses her hair over her shoulders.
Sam cocks a brow as he lets the heavy backdoor close. “Well, then, I guess we better get movin’.”
Emma giggles, taking off in a sprint with Sam hot on her stilettoed heels.
“They’re stealing our moves!” Vanessa laughs as Dean helps her onto the curb.
“Borrowing, kitten. No one’s takin’ that broom closet from us.”
Vanessa’s chest warms from his words and the look in his eyes. At one point, she thought Dean would be nothing more than a thrilling memory and story to tell, which sustained her for a while. Now, though, the ability to savor each moment, knowing that once their door closes tonight, he will make her feel like the most deserving, most treasured woman in the building, if not the galaxy, is sure to leave her wanting when he leaves tomorrow. She knows that now.
“Yo, lovebirds,” Nicole calls. “Let’s get inside so they can announce the bride and groom and start dinner.” She nods toward the ballroom, and Dean and Vanessa reluctantly unwind from each other’s embrace to follow her and the others.
Emma and Sam are MIA, but Nicole summons enough grace not to call it out. Once the wedding party and their dates are seated at the head table, Toni and her new husband enter the room. The guests cheer, and the first dance begins.
During the first toast, the missing couple materializes at the head table, disheveled and flushed. Dean snorts a laugh as Sam takes a seat beside his date.
“Sammy, I gotta tell ya,” Dean leans across the table toward Sam. “I like the effect this girl’s got on you.”
Sam seems to blush darker, if possible. “Me, too,” he admits, flicking his bright gaze to meet Dean’s as Emma burrows into his side and the staff serves them salad.
The second course is served while Dean quietly immerses himself in a scenario where he and Sam aren’t hunting the sister of the Almighty. They’re bartenders or electricians with mortgages and dogs and car payments. The only reason either of them breaks a bone or bleeds is because of a mundane accident. They get eight hours of sleep at night and eat three meals a day. He regularly attends weddings and birthday parties with his beautiful girl at his side.
“Should we dance?” Vanessa’s voice creates a fissure of reality in his fantasy.
“Or maybe you don’t dance.” She tucks her chin to her chest and bats the thick dark lashes that frame her cerulean eyes.
Dean’s momentarily speechless as his daydream twines its way around the very real, very tangible, very beautiful woman facing him with anticipation. She blinks, and he can almost feel the weight of his imagined existence settling around them, shimmering in the pin lights that hang from the rafters.
“Dean?” Vanessa tilts her head with concern.
“It’d be an honor,” he answers, pushing away from the table to stand, offering her his hand.
Vanessa grins as she slides her hand across his open palm and stands to face him. “Such a gentleman.”
“Hmm. There’s that word again.”
They saunter toward the dancefloor, hand in hand and eye to eye, in time with the bluesy beat from Chris Stapleton’s cover of “Tennessee Whiskey” until they reach the edge. Dean drags her close with a flourish, one heavy hand at the small of her back, fingers teasing the skin that’s bared by the low-cut back of her silk dress, and the other lightly clasping her fingers in his palm. She rests her free hand over his heart and lets him lead the way.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you are?”
“You did. The last time was about 30 minutes ago, between the mixed greens and beef tenderloin.”
Dean nods. “Then I’m due. You’re beautiful.”
Vanessa smiles.
“Did I tell you how good you smell?” Dean draws small circles over the silky skin of her lower back.
“Probably.” She smirks, and he grins back.
“Did I tell you how hard it’s gonna be to wait another- wait, how long do I have to wait to get you naked?”
Vanessa throws her head back with a hearty laugh.
They dance through Chris Stapleton, John Mayer, and Calvin Harris, chatting with Emma and Sam until the DJ declares a free-for-all, and the rest of the guests flood the dancefloor for “Uptown Funk”.
“Aaand I’m done.” Dean twirls Vanessa once before turning and forging a path through the oncoming crowd, taking Vanessa with him.
“Not feelin’ funky?” She teases.
“Oh, I can be funky, but not that kinda funky.”
Before they get too far, Dean almost trips over Ari. He recovers quickly when the little girl stares up at him with big brown eyes that aggressively tug the strings of his heart.
“Ari, honey, you’re underfoot!” Silvia playfully scolds her granddaughter. “She just wants to dance.”
Ari sways side to side and bounces on the balls of her feet.
“There ya go!” Vanessa croons, reaching for one of Ari’s hands to play along with her. She’s only slightly taken aback when Dean reaches for the little girl’s other hand.
Ari giggles and hops up and down as the trio dances back toward the crowd. There are other people Ari could dance with; her uncles and aunts are all there, but she seems drawn to Dean and Vanessa. Especially Dean.
The DJ really likes Bruno Mars because he follows “Uptown Funk” with “Count On Me”. Ari pulls her hand out of Vanessa’s grasp and reaches for Dean to pick her up, and Dean doesn’t falter.
Unlike Vanessa, Sam is floored by Dean’s eagerness to entertain the pre-schooler. He watches with unrestrained curiosity.
“It’s pretty sweet of him to look after Ari like that,” Emma says, resting her temple against Sam’s chest as she watches the little girl twine her fingers with Dean’s.
“Yeah,” Sam replies. “Dean’s good with kids. I’m just not used to seeing him with kids for pure enjoyment.”
Emma looks up at him, brow arched. “Is that an allusion to the family business?”
Sam startles before meeting her curious gaze with a shrug. “I guess it is.”
“Really?”
He nods. “It’s complicated.”
Emma chuckles and rolls her eyes. “Of course it is.”
“No, I mean it.” He pauses, thinking about the times he didn’t tell the people he cared about what he did with his life, and they still died. “But... I’ll tell you about it. Later.”
“Are you sure?” Emma marvels.
“I’m sure.”
Five feet away, Vanessa watches Dean slowly shuffling side to side, holding the little girl on his hip. He spins in a circle like a Disney prince twirling his princess — like chivalry and devotion are embedded in his DNA. She wants to shower him with that kind of affection and tenderness, not just lust. And she’s fully aware of how hard she’s fallen for him with no way of getting up.
After a couple of songs, Ari has settled her head on Dean’s shoulder. A yawn and an eye rub beckon Silvia to collect her granddaughter for bed.
“Come on, Cinderella.” Silvia reaches for Ari, and Dean hands her over. “Don’t want you turning into a pumpkin right here in front of everyone.”
Ari nuzzles her grandma, waving to Dean as Vanessa takes her place as Dean’s dance partner. The couple waves back, bidding goodnight to Silvia and the little girl.
Dean refocuses his attention on his date, skimming an arm around her waist to pull her close.
Vanessa fiddles with his tie a little before speaking. It’s been such a nice night. She doesn’t want it to end.
“To answer your question from earlier, we can go upstairs any time you want after they cut the cake. But I have plans for tonight.” She meets his gaze. “So whatever you had in mind’s gonna have to wait.”
Dean holds his hands up in surrender. “No arguments here.”
As promised, once the cake is cut, Vanessa leads Dean to their suite. They have the elevator to themselves. As the doors close, Vanessa turns and slides her hands up over his shoulders and around his neck.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night.”
Dean smirks, mimicking her soft touch as he skirts his hands around her waist.
“You’ve been with me all night, kitten — don’t have to think too much.”
She shakes her head, her fingertips dancing over the ultrasoft nape above his collar.
“What you did for Ari tonight was incredibly generous. I just want to show you the same kind of warmth and generosity.”
Dean scoffs and fidgets under her scrutiny, pulling her closer so he doesn’t have to look her in the eye. “She’s a kid; it ain’t hard to be nice to kids.”
Vanessa gently pushes back a few inches to look at him. “It wasn’t just nice, Dean. You danced with her because her dad couldn’t be there. You salvaged the heart of a 4-year-old.”
Dean rolls his eyes and tries to pull away, and Vanessa keeps a hold on his wrists.
“I mean it.”
Dean sighs and finally stops hedging away as he settles his wary gaze on her.
“I know next to nothing about your background — your family, your day-to-day life — but I see the way your brother looks at you — like you hung the moon. And you give me confidence in a way no man has since my dad died.”
Dean’s brow furrows, and he steps back in to draw her closer. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“No, that’s not why I told you that.” She steps away and sighs.
The doors open at their floor, and she steps out of the car, pulling him with her in silence until they reach their suite. Dean keys the door open and ushers her inside.
“I’m gonna get out of this dress, but I still have some things I want to say, so...” she turns to face him as she kicks her shoes off just outside their bedroom door. “Get comfortable.”
Dean braces himself. “Whiskey comfortable, or boxers comfortable?”
Vanessa chuckles. “Boxers.”
She enters their bedroom and heads to the bathroom to change. After filling a couple of water glasses, Dean follows. He undresses down to his boxers and undershirt and zips away his formal attire in its garment bag. Just as he’s settling against the head of the bed to scroll his phone, Vanessa comes out in a bathrobe with her hair tied on top of her head.
Dean sets his phone aside. “I didn’t know bathrobes were sexy, but here we are.”
Vanessa grins as she climbs onto the bed and astride Dean’s hips. “Says you in your plain white undershirt and black boxer briefs. You’re beautiful.”
Dean tucks his chin to his chest, sliding his hands up her thighs to meet her bare hips. “What’d you wanna tell me?”
“Things I want you to know.” She smooths her hands from his shoulders over his chest and back again.
“Maybe you don’t wanna hear this from me, or maybe my opinion of this side of you doesn’t matter, but you’re a beautiful man, Dean, in every way imaginable — you’re beautiful. You’re tough and strong but soft in all the best ways.”
Dean drops his gaze to his lap, carefully considering his next words. He can’t tell her about gods and monsters. He can’t show her the decades-old bloodstains on his hands. He’ll never be able to 100% guarantee her safety from the things that go bump in the night.
But he can tell her some things.
“My mom died when I was Ari’s age,” he pauses, clearing his throat as he meets her eyes. “Sammy was six months old.”
Vanessa clamps her teeth over her bottom lip, biting back the emotion that threatens to well in her eyes. She nods, encouraging him to continue.
“Dad never really recovered. We grew up on the road, in the Impala and cheap motels.” He tilts his head, and his lips twist with a wistful smile. “The family business is... we help people. In ways a lot of other people can’t.”
“So, you’re not in the mob.”
“No, we’re not in the mob.”
“I’m a triage nurse. That’s why...” She motions to his scarred knuckles. “I recognize scars and injuries pretty quickly. It’s hard not to notice you and your brother’s.”
“Explains a lot,” Dean replies, thinking not only of her skills in assessing a situation but her instincts and her compassion.
“My dad was a cop,” she continues. “Killed in the line of duty. You remind me of him — in a good way — like how kind and attentive you are. That’s definitely not to say you’re like a dad to me.”
“Glad ya said that because I was startin’ to worry,” Dean chuckles.
“I don’t know if I can ever be as good as you,” she ponders. “As good as you are making people feel important — but I’d like to try to show you how you make me feel.”
“Mmm, is that the plan you had for tonight before we started talking serious shit?”
“Mmhm.” Vanessa nods. “The serious shit had to be said, but I know- I know this is a limited-time kinda thing. And I get it. My job is crazy, too. But I’ll think about you all the time, and I hope you’ll think about me.”
Dean studies her for a moment. The daydream from dinner floats back into his mind, but this time, she knows what he really does, accepts him, and he’s able to keep her safe. He wishes he could ask his dream self how it’s done.
“I’ll never stop thinkin’ about you, kitten.”
“Then let’s make the most of our last few hours, shall we?” She leans in for a long kiss, and Dean allows himself to be loved by her for one last night.
Dean sips his coffee as he and Sam depart the Windy City in the wee hours of Sunday morning.
“I told Emma,” Sam breaks the typically sanctioned early morning silence.
“You told Emma what?” Dean grumbles.
“About us,” Sam answers. “What we do.”
Dean blinks. “Wow. And how-”
“She believed me. That was my biggest fear — that she’d think I was making it up or something.”
Memories of Cassie, furious and cold, fill Dean’s mind. She didn’t believe him, and, really, who could blame her? Their life is absurd.
“What brought that on?” Dean asks as he merges onto the interstate, headed east, poking around for leads on Amara.
“I like her, Dean. A lot.”
Dean’s quiet for a while. He doesn’t know how Sam’s going to keep this going; he wouldn’t be able to, but if anyone can do it, it’s Sam.
“So... now what?” Dean’s genuinely curious.
Sam shrugs. “We take it slow. Keep in touch. How’d you leave things with Vanessa?”
“Left it where it’s at,” Dean answers immediately.
Sam rolls his eyes to look out the windshield and sighs. “So you think I made a mistake?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. It’s me, Sam. I’d fuck it up. You’re better at this stuff than I am.”
Sam opens his mouth to argue but thinks better of it; Dean’s made his mind up.
When Dean tells him that Vanessa knows more about his scars and wounds than a typical civvy, Sam tells him what he knows about Vanessa -- that she’s a triage nurse. He tells Dean that Emma’s also a nurse and that Nicole’s a surgeon. Dean’s response is less than appreciative.
“You know what, Sammy? I can do without the updates. I left it there for a reason. Drop it.” He gave Sam the same edged look that accompanied a threat to break his nose if he ever mentioned Lisa or Ben again, and Sam silently agreed to his conditions.
But Sam cares more about Emma with every passing phone call. She’s intelligent and rational enough to handle the knowledge of what they do, so he keeps her as apprised of his life as she does of hers. Over the next few years, he grows to openly love her in a fully rounded, adult way that he’s never known.
He begins to pity and then, later, resent Dean for ‘leaving it there’ because Sam loves Emma. He wants a real life with her. He knows that choosing to keep Emma in his life has made his life better, and he believes Vanessa could do the same for Dean.
Then one night, four years later, Sam and Dean end up in a place that demands Dean re-evaluate leaving Vanessa behind.
Canton, Ohio...
“Alright, let’s go find those kids and get them outta here.” Sam sheaths his machete.
“Sam. I don't-” Dean groans. “I don't think I'm goin’ anywhere.”
“What?” Sam looks over at his brother where he’s awkwardly stood against a post. “What’re you talking about?”
“There's somethin’ in my- somethin’ in my back. Feels like it's right through me.”
Sam walks closer, reaching around Dean's back. When he brings his hand into the dim light, he sees it’s covered with blood.
“Alright, umm.” Sam looks around the barn, wiping his hand on his pants as he reaches for Dean’s shoulders. “Hold on. OK. I got you.”
“No, no, no, no, no. Don't- don't move me. It feels like this thing's holdin’ me together right now.”
Sam huffs, reaching for his phone. “I’m calling Emma.”
“What? No. Just- just gimme a minute.”
Sam shakes his head. “No, Dean. No more minutes. Emma’s an ER nurse. Here in Canton. I’m calling her.”
Sam paces toward the barn door.
“Sam! Stay wi- stay with me. Can you stay with me, please?” Dean’s breath is labored, and his eyelids flutter.
Sam turns back to face his brother, keeping one hand on his shoulder while he holds the phone with his other. “I’m right here, man. I got you.”
“What’s wrong?” Emma's voice comes across the speakerphone clear and concise.
“We’re in a barn about seven miles north of the town center. I sent you a pin. Dean’s... impaled... on a piece of rebar. Against a post.”
Dean groans again. “Sammy-”
“Fuck. OK.” Emma’s voice is temporarily muffled, and then it’s obvious by the rushed way she’s speaking that she’s running. “Where’s the entry wound?”
“His back. I think his heart.” Sam winces as his brother’s head lolls and sways.
“Did it come through his chest?” She asks before muttering to someone on her end of the line to ‘head to the old barn down the road’.
“No- no, nothing in the front. Just the back. His clothes are soaked.”
“OK. Van’s calling the paramedics.”
“What?!” Dean wails, suddenly alert. “No! Not Nessa.”
“...but we’ll get there faster,” Emma continues despite Dean’s protestation. “And I’m guessing you’re gonna need help covering up whatever you were fighting.”
Sam would tell Emma not to bring her roommate and best friend if his brother wasn’t dying before his eyes. He wants to honor Dean’s wishes to keep her safe, but he’s exhausted by Dean’s insistence that telling her is a bad idea.
“Dean, this is happening,” Sam says before resuming his conversation with Emma. “Five vamps. How far are you?”
“We’re literally 60 seconds away. Do not remove him from the rebar until we get there. Find something to cut him down, and we’ll help. Hang in there.”
“See you then,” Sam says to Emma before disconnecting his call.
“Nessa can’t- I can’t let her see me, this...” Dean pleads.
“She can and she will. You’re not dying today. Emma knows everything, and Vanessa isn’t stupid. They’re coming to keep you alive, and I’m not arguing with you about this anymore.”
Sam quickly glances around the room until he locates the kind of tool he needs. “As soon as they get here, I’m grabbing those bolt cutters and cutting you down. We’ll go outside and wait for the paramedics. I’ll take the boys somewhere safe and meet you at the hospital.”
“All this time... was tryna keep her safe, away from all this.” Dean hangs his head.
Sam lifts his chin. “Dean, she’s strong. If there was ever a time to let her in, it’s now.”
Right on cue, Emma and Vanessa race through the door with bags of first aid supplies.
“Get the bolt cutters; we’ll hold him up,” Emma instructs, removing what looks like a camping chair from an orange bag and turning it into an emergency gurney.
Then Vanessa takes over for Sam.
“Nessa,” Dean whispers as she cups his face in her hands. “I’m so- sorry. I couldn’t-”
Vanessa sniffs and shakes back tears “No apologies. Just stay with me. I need to assess the damage here, OK?”
He blinks slowly and gives her a lazy nod.
“Where’s most of the pain, Dean?”
Dean shakes his head to stay awake, blinking rapidly. “At the entry. Everything else just feels... warm.”
“OK.” She moves to the side to give Emma room to take Dean’s other side as Sam works on the rebar with the bolt cutters. “Get as close as you can, Sam.”
She finally glances around the barn to see several decapitated bodies, the heads donned with masks. Her blood runs cold, and her heart races.
“Hey,” Dean’s voice cracks. “Don’t look at them; look at me, honey.”
Vanessa drags her gaze from the grisly scene to Dean’s pale face. She nods and gives him a weak smile before wedging herself under the opposite arm as Emma, keeping her eyes on him as he asked.
“Your breathing is labored. I’m guessing Sam’s right, and it’s your heart.” Tears fill her eyes as Dean tilts his head to rest against hers. She whispers. “Maybe your left lung. You’re lucky. Nicole’s one of the top Vascular surgeons in the country.”
“OK, I got a grip on this thing. Count of three,” Sam says before counting down and cutting clean through the steel.
The women hold him steady while Sam helps guide Dean to the stretcher and carry him outside.
“Fuck,” Dean breathes as Vanessa kneels beside him. “If I make it through this-”
“When. Not if.” She dips in to kiss him, hovering over him while Sam and Emma work quickly to hide the bodies in the barn. “You’re gonna make it, and you’re gonna tell me what I just saw in there.”
Dean blinks, and tears roll from his eyes. “I will, honey. I will.”
The paramedics arrive moments after Sam and Emma exit the barn. Vanessa gives them his vitals and a partially fabricated info dump as they work to stabilize him. As they load him into the ambulance, she climbs in.
“I got him, Sam. Meet us at the hospital.” She closes the doors, and the ambulance takes off.
Dean wakes up in a brightly lit room. He remembers bits and pieces of a conversation that he fears and prays is real. When his vision clears, and he sees the person beside his bed, he’s 90% sure of what he remembers.
“Nicole?” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. “You an angel?”
Nicole smirks and arches a brow. “Cute. I’m your surgeon, tough guy. This is what we call a post-op check.”
He’s now 100% sure.
“Post-op? What op?” He tries to joke as he shifts his weight very slightly and groans in pain.
“You showed up here last night with a hunk of steel through your heart and lung. I took it out.” She checks his pulse, pokes at him, and prods. Dean’s 90% sure she’s being a little rougher than normal. “Good thing your brother didn’t ghost Emma like you ghosted Van.”
“Ow!” And 100% it is.
“And, hmm,” she taps her chin. “You do know my name.”
“‘Course I do, I’s just fuckin’ with ya.”
Nicole rolls her eyes. “You’re doing great, Dean. I’ll be back later to check in again. Meanwhile, there’s a couple of people here to see you.”
Nicole draws the curtain that separates Dean from the rest of the room. On the other side sits Sam and Vanessa.
“Eat something if you’re hungry; otherwise, rest.”
Nicole breezes out of the room, leaving Dean with Vanessa and Sam, the latter of whom stands next to Dean’s bed, looking down at his bruised and bandaged brother with a tired smile.
“You hungry? I can order you some food.”
“I’m starvin’, man. Get somethin’ bad for me.”
Sam rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Sure thing. Be back in a bit.”
He gives Vanessa a pointed look as he leaves the room.
Vanessa remains seated on the vacant bed across from Dean’s. She’s silent and thoughtful.
“You uhh, workin’?”
She shakes her head. “Just finished my shift.”
Dean nods. He doesn’t know if he should jump right in or what, so he asks her a question.
“How much do you know?”
She draws a deep breath and sighs. “That you saved two little boys and probably dozens more the other night.”
Dean closes his eyes. “Vampires are real.”
“Jesus,” Vanessa whispers, standing and moving to the side of his bed. She grasps his hand tightly. “What else?”
“Ghosts, ghouls, shapeshifters, werewolves, fuckin’ demons. They’re all real. Angels.” He squeezes her hand. “Angels are dicks, by the way, which is kinda shitty that I asked Nicole if she was one after she saved my life.”
He chuckles, and Vanessa huffs a surprised laugh before settling on the edge of his bed. She strokes his forehead, and he hums. “I won’t say I wish you’d told me before now because I’m just grateful you’re alive to tell me now. Your recovery will be lengthy. You’ll need physical therapy.”
Dean reaches for her other hand, twining their fingers together and waiting for her to meet his gaze. “OK.”
“I’m not your doctor, so I can’t advise you officially, but as someone who loves you, I hope you’ll stay long enough for me to help and... for us to get reacquainted.”
Dean grins, realizing just how bone tired he truly is. He yawns through his grin and tugs her close.
Vanessa dips in to press a kiss to his forehead, each cheek, and his lips. “Please stay,” she whispers.
Dean tilts his chin and meets her lips again, brushing back and forth. “OK, kitten. You got me. As long as you want me.”
When Sam returns to Dean’s room, he finds Vanessa curled around him, keeping him safe and warm. She and Dean are both fast asleep, smiling and breathing steadily.
Sam leaves the macaroni and cheese on a tray and backs away to leave them in peace.
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Since then, he’s appeared in films such as 2020’s Emma (in which he played Mr Knightley opposite Anya Taylor-Joy’s Emma) and as the young Nicholas Wynton in 2023 film One Life.
Dakota Fanning as Marge Sherwood
Marge is Dickie’s friend, who becomes romantically involved with him as their Italian holiday progresses. When Ripley appears on the scene, she quickly becomes suspicious of him.
Fanning has been acting since the age of five. Born in Georgia to a tennis player and a baseball player, she started off in small plays before appearing in NBC medical drama ER as a car accident victim with leukaemia. Two years later, she became the youngest ever person to be nominated for a SAG Award for her work in 2001 film I Am Sam.
Over the years, she’s appeared in films including The Secret Life of Bees, War of the Worlds and even in the Twilight saga as vampire Jane.
Eliot Sumner as Eddie Miles
Eddie is Dickie’s close friend, who arrives in Italy shortly after Ripley does and stays at his Italian villa. The pair rapidly develop a strong disliking of each other.
Sumner is an English songwriter and actor. Born in Italy in 1990, they are the child of Sting and Trudie Styler and grew up on the family’s estate near Stonehenge. The family gave Sumner their first guitar at four or five, and they wrote their first song at 13, before signing a record deal with Island Records at the age of 17.
Their first band, I Blame Coco, released their debut album in 2010 (Coco was Sumner’s nickname growing up). Since then, they’ve also ventured into acting, most recently appearing in Guy Ritchie’s Netflix series The Gentlemen.
Maurizio Lombardi as Inspector Pietro Ravini
Not much is known about Lombardi’s character, but given his title, we can assume he’s part of the Italian police squad who set about investigating Ripley’s actions as the drama unfolds. No spoilers here, but things are set to get messy.
Lombardi himself is an Italian acting legend. Born in 1973, he decided to become an actor after reading The Count of Monte Cristo aged 14. Since then, he’s appeared in 2016 show The Young Pope with Jude Law, 2020’s The New Pope opposite John Malkovich and Italian crime series Monterossi.
Francesca Romana Bergamo as Ermelinda
Ermelinda is Dickie Greenleaf’s housekeeper and cook at his private home. In the book, this is in Mongibello (a made up town on the coast); the TV series hints at Rome.
Neapolitan actress Francesca Bergamo has, up until now, mainly appeared in Italian language shows. Educated at the San Carlo di Napoli theatre, her main roles have included films such as Il ricordo di una lacrima (2015), Ivan e il suo strano tempo (2013) and Il ballo dei pomodori (2016).
John Malkovich as TBC
What role will the multi-talented John Malkovich be playing? So far, it has been kept under wraps, but the addition of Malkovich – who himself has played Ripley in 2002’s Ripley’s Game – is sure to spice up the show. He almost requires no introduction, but we’ll give him one anyway: born in Illinois in 1953, he made his start in 1976 when he joined the Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago.
From there, he went on to appear in films such as Empire of the Sun (1987), Of Mice and Men (1992), Being John Malkovich (1999) and even the first Johnny English film in 2003. He’s dabbled in fashion (he set up his own fashion company, Mrs Mudd, in 2002) and has been an artistic muse (in 2014, photographer Sandro Muller released an exhibition of 35 iconic portraits of the actor).
Margherita Buy as TBC
Italian actress Margherita Buy has a career spanning decades. A native of Rome, she was born in 1962 and broke through in Duccio Tessari's Una grande storia d'amore (1986). She’s gone on to appear in numerous Italian-language films and TV shows – and is best known for Mia madre (2015), The Ignorant Fairies (2001) and Days and Clouds (2007).
Ripley airs on Netflix from April 4'
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Summary: Dean, Sam & Cas's long-established dynamics were going to change as they came across a young, brave but somewhat socially awkward hunter, Emma.
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In the pulsating underground world of supernatural hunters, the unknown and paranormal intertwine in a ballet of suspense and horror; a world where whispers of mythical creatures are real, where angels and demons tread the same ground as humankind. The seasoned warriors, Dean and Sam Winchester, alongside the celestial being, Castiel, or 'Cas' as they fondly called him, were stalwarts in this crazy, impossible world. But their long-established dynamics were going to change as they came across a young, brave but somewhat socially awkward hunter.
It was another typical day in their bizarre world for the notorious hunters, Dean, Sam, and Cas. They had seen a fair share of shapeshifters, vampires, ghosts, and all other nasty things that come crawling in the night and tucked away neatly in our childhood nightmares.
A new case was their focus, a series of gruesome murders in a small town on the outskirts of Georgia. The trio arrived at the crime scene, piling out of the renowned Impala. Quickly delving into their fake federal agent personas, they started debriefing the local sheriff, scrutinizing each detail for any tell-tale signs of supernatural involvement. But before they could finish, a hint of gunfire echoed through the calm Georgia air.
From the thick woods on the edge of town, a young woman emerged. She was slight but carried herself with an impressive air of toughness. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes stained with dirt and blood. In one hand, she held a smoking gun; with the other, she dragged a Lycanthrope. With a small but weighted introduction, they discovered the woman’s name: Emma.
This wasn't your typical damsel-in-distress scenario; this was Emma, a young and highly skilled hunter. Emma was beautiful, tough, and quicker than most men twice her size, but also oddly socially awkward. Her bravery was not borne from recklessness, but rather from a deep conviction for the brotherhood of hunters.
Dean watched from a distance as Sam and Cas got acquainted with Emma. Not being able to stop himself, Dean, with his usual bravado hiding concern, remarked, “You hunt solo, kid? It's dangerous out there.”
She shrugged her shoulders dismissively, her eyes showing a hint of determination that the Winchesters knew all too well.
She had a way about her, recklessly brave, but also gentle in her toughness. She was a skilled hunter, yes, but she was also awkward in social situations, often blushing deeply or stuttering in conversations. She was disarming in her vulnerability, and the trio couldn't help but feel protective of her.
Days turned into weeks, and Emma became an integral part of their little band of hunters. But for all her skills, she had a fault. Her bravery often morphed into self-sacrifice. For the days that followed, Emma would tag along, showing the boys her exceptional hunting skills, and her useless social skills. If she wasn't stumbling over words, she was obliviously missing sarcasm.
Dean, the older and more protective of the Winchester siblings, saw a fiery spark in her. Her awkwardly adorable inability to converse in social settings oddly reminded him of his younger self — a lone wolf with the world on his shoulders.
On the other hand, Sam, the more academic-minded and understanding of the two, saw stark similarities between Emma and their late friend, Charlie, another gifted yet socially inept hunter who had also captured their hearts. And Cas, an angel exiled on earth, held a gentle affinity for the young hunter. Her struggle with societal norms mirrored much of his own. These parallelisms drew them to Emma in a fraternal sense.
One night, things had turned disastrous. While tracking down a nest of vengeful spirits, Emma had jumped in front of a possessed car, saving Sam at the very last moment. When the dust settled, they discovered her sprawled on the ground, unconscious and severely injured.
The sight of Emma's unmoving form ignited a surge of protective instinct in each of them. The tender, awkward girl had saved them more times than they could count, and now they were unsure whether they would lose her.
Over the next few days, the trio stayed by her side, nursing her back to health. They took turns staying awake at night, ensuring that nothing could harm her while she was vulnerable. Their dynamic had subtly shifted—no longer was Emma just their partner, but they had unconsciously adopted big brother roles for the young hunter.
As Emma pieced back together, she was met with an unexpected surge of protection from the guys. Dean grew more watchful, often flinching at her every wince. Sam was overbearing in his care, constantly checking her wounds, and fussing around for her betterment. Cas, meanwhile, was an ever-present silent guardian, always nearby.
And so, amongst the chaos, a beautiful bond was formed. They had gone from paternal figures to protectors, all the while holding onto their love for their newfound companion they never knew they needed. Emma, in her profound bravery and captivating awkwardness, had caught the hearts of the Winchester brothers and their angelic ally, creating an unbreakable bond.
Interwoven in their world of mystic monsters and deadly danger, they discovered an unlikely friendship and an unspoken vow: they had each other's backs, always. Emma's jarring entry into their team had shaken up their closely guarded universe, showing them that while they fought the darkness, there existed light and love in their unique family dynamic.
The story of Emma, the awkward fearless hunter, held a mirror to Dean, Sam, and Cas, reminding them of their own beginnings and the protective bonds they had forged on the perilous path they walked together. She became their unifier in the face of adversity, the string that tied them together, making them a team... a family.
For Emma, what started as a way to help others had turned into an incredible journey of strength, camaraderie, and, above all, sacrifice. With Dean, Sam, and Cas by her side, she was ready to face the supernatural world unafraid, her awkward quirks now a badge of honor in their close-knit family. She may have been their protege, but in their hearts, they knew, Emma was their savior too. Thus, the saga of Supernatural continued, now with an extra sense of fraternity, love, and a promise to stand by each other, always.
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dean’s kids are literally like. claire the werewolf angel vessel. emma the amazon. bobby john the shapeshifter. kaia the dreamwalker. jack the nephilim. sam the psychic boy with the demon blood. and ben<3
#like they're all so weird and fucked up and then there's benny boy just hanging out being a dean mirror#spn#dean winchester#parent dean#hermy posts#claire novak#emma winchester#jack kline#sam winchester#kaia nieves#bobby john#ben braeden#post:mfp
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Chapter Seven: House Call
Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted. Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed.
As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC
Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills
Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)
Chapter Six: House Call
Word Count: 4702
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It was still dark out when Dean woke up. The thunder and rain had passed leaving only the ambient noise of the city to lull him back to sleep, but sleep did not come. Instead, he laid awake and considered the warm body curled into his side. From their earlier time together, he knew his Omega to be a deep sleeper and she was even more so tonight. Her head was on his chest, her fingers curled into a loose fist over his heart, her breathing soft and warm tickled his skin. At this angle, he could study the relaxed features of her face. She was so beautiful; it was still hard for him to believe she was his. Delicate too, although she would likely fight anyone who made that claim. When they were at the Ritz, she’d told him how strong she was and proved it. The way she let him use her body during his rut to slate his lust had certainly made her point. He’d been ashamed to see the amount of bruises and marks he left on her tender flesh.
And now knowing who she was in her working hours, yes… Emma was strong. Not just for an Omega. Strong, smart, stubborn, and struggling.
Here, in the still hours of the night, she felt fragile. His earlier assessment had been right, she’d lost weight, he’d seen it up close when he dressed her for bed. She was exhausted, bone tired, he could feel it through their bond. He blamed himself, of course. If he hadn’t left her, if he’d been here to take care of her then she wouldn’t be suffering now.
Dean Winchester was a determined man, a powerful man. When he put his mind and energy into something he didn’t stop until he achieved it. His mind worked as he lay there in the dark, clicking along, managing variables, making lists. He knew now what the problem was and what needed to be done. He was going to protect his Omega no matter what it took. Even if that meant protecting her from herself.
He was a man of considerable resources and resolve, and he was on the case.
Emma didn’t stir when he eased her off his chest onto her pillow, further evidence of her exhaustion. He tucked the thick covers around her and silently slipped from the room. He had work to do.
Emma grumbled unhappily when she found herself alone in bed. She stretched her arms over her head to rid herself of stiffness that came with sleeping so deeply. The clock on the bedside table showed it was half past ten in the morning.
Good lord, I slept like a dead woman!
She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length beveled mirror by her closet and headed straight for the shower. There were remnants of make-up smeared across her face complete with raccoon like rings of mascara and her hair was a matted, sweaty mess. She looked a bit worse for wear, but she felt better than she had in two weeks. Well rested and clear headed. Amazing what a good Alpha could do!
Her thoughts drifted back to last night’s conversation as she worked shampoo into her hair. Dean knew the truth now, not that she was keeping it from him intentionally, not really. It was just so nice not to have to bear the weight of that larger-than-life persona she’d created. She could be herself with him in ways she just couldn’t afford to be in her daily life. Not even with Jess. She felt free with him. Her work had consumed her so completely for so long that discovering she was still a person, still a woman, had surprised her. She didn’t want to break that spell, to have the world she’d created with Dean spoiled by her responsibilities. So, she chose not to mention it and she let herself be swept away instead.
But that was over now, it was back to reality. She knew that not being openly claimed would not please her Alpha, but she didn’t anticipate the hurt. Her actions had consequences not just for her, but for him. The last thing she wanted was to cause him pain and knowing that she had, even unintentionally, made her heart clench. She knew Dean was right, she couldn’t be both an Alpha and an Omega. Something had to give, she had to fix this, or she would lose more than her company. Trouble was she had no idea what to do, she had no idea where to even start.
Emma quickly dried off and dressed. She padded downstairs, following the smell of something fantastic in the oven. She found Dean puttering away in the kitchen. He looked incredible. Dark jeans hugged his thick thighs and bowed legs. A forest green Henley that was certain to bring out his eyes stretched over the broad muscles of his back and shoulders, pushed up to his elbows exposing powerful forearms. He sang and bopped along with the classic rock flowing from the laptop open on the counter while he chopped carrots.
She broke into a grin when she spied her ruffled, yellow apron tied around his narrow waist.
The man is simply adorable. “What’s cookin’, hot stuff?”
“Hey, there’s my girl!” Dean turned with a smile and kissed her soundly, “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning,” she returned, her hands tugged gently on the apron. “You’ve been busy.”
“Damn right!” The buzzer on the stove dinged and he grabbed the red mitts as he opened the oven door. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving.” Her stomach rumbled in agreement, which was a pleasant change from the tight, slightly nauseated feeling she’d had for the past few days.
“Good.”
She certainly looked better than she did last night, a bit more like the girl he’d first met. Face free of makeup, dark hair in damp waves over her shoulders. Simple dark leggings and a tunic top in periwinkle blue. Always so beautiful, but younger and vulnerable. A sharp contrast to the version of her he found at Beaumont Enterprises. He could see it clearly; it was the mask she wore. Emmaline was polished and powerful alter ego. Perfect and impenetrable. Looking at her now, it was hard to imagine her in that ivory tower.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Really good,” she replied as she perched on a barstool, just as she had the night before. “You’ve upped your cuddling game.”
“Yeah, I’ve been reading up, gotta keep my baby happy,” he winked at her. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
She bit her bottom lip and blushed. Dean always seemed to have that effect on her, and she loved every minute of it. Her eyes scanned more of the kitchen and noticed it was fully stocked. There was food everywhere. Fresh fruit in baskets, French baguettes and croissants in brown paper bakery bags, a stack of root vegetables on the counter next to the cutting board.
There were even appliances she didn’t recognize, two crock pots, an espresso machine, and a coffee grinder. “Where did all of this come from? Is that a milk frother?”
Dean pulled a large, glass dish from the oven and closed the door with a gentle kick. Scents of maple, cinnamon, and fresh baked bread wafted up, causing her stomach to growl again. “Yes, it is. Trust me, no kitchen is complete without one.”
He plated up a heaping portion and drizzled a translucent glaze over it before he set it down in front of her with flourish. “Here we go, Mary Winchester’s famous French Toast Bake.”
Emma smiled as he handed her a fork, “This was your mom’s recipe?”
“She used to make it every Christmas morning. Sammy and I could open our stockings but had to wait for everything under the tree until after breakfast.” Warmth spread through his chest as he watched his mate enjoy one of the special meals his mother used to make. It was just the start of what he hoped to share with her.
“Wow,” Emma muttered through a mouth full. “This is incredible!”
“It always was a crowd pleaser.”
“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, we can always order in.”
Dean scoffed, “Where do you think all this came from? I’ve never been a big fan of New York, but the delivery options are practically limitless. Besides, you need to eat real food.”
Her rebuttal was instantaneous, “I eat real food.”
“Your pantry consisted of five pints of chocolate ice cream, a few decent bottles of wine and a science experiment in the back of the fridge.”
“Gelato,” she corrected as she scraped the fork across her plate to scoop up the remnants of butter and icing.
“Excuse me?”
“Five pints of chocolate gelato, and all of them are different. I always keep the essentials on hand.” She popped her fork into her mouth and sucked the sticky goodness off. She closed her eyes in appreciation and groaned, “Damn that’s good.”
Dean took her plate and refilled it along with a tall glass of milk Mary Winchester would have approved of. “Fancy ice cream doesn’t cut it for every meal of the day. Besides, from what your sister said you haven’t had much of an appetite.”
Emma stopped mid bite. “You talked to Jess? When?”
“I called her earlier this morning.”
Unsure what to make of that, Emma took a long swallow of milk. Her mate and her sister, conspiring already. Fantastic. “I didn’t think you’d be eager to talk to her after yesterday.”
Jessica Beaumont certainly wasn’t on the list of Dean’s favorite people. She was just as obstinate and opinionated during their hour-long phone conversation as she was in the E.R. But he needed intel and Jess was the closest person to her sister. If he was going to get a clear picture of what had been going on during the past two weeks, it would come from the youngest Beaumont.
“Yeah well, your baby sis and I have a common goal; getting you better.”
“I already feel better,” she reached over and grasped his hand. “I just needed you.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, but Jess said you’ve been sick for days. Headaches, not sleeping, not eating. There’s something else going on here, ‘Mega.”
“That’s why I’ve called a friend of mine. I’ve known her for a long time, she’s a doctor, specializes in Omegas.” He took a deep breath and brought up the next order of business, one she was bound to fight him on. “She’s in town and I’ve asked her to stop by this afternoon.”
“Dean, come on. I just need to get used to being claimed, I’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t want to waste away any more of this weekend. I’ve only got one more day before you have to go home.”
“Which brings me to my next point, I’m staying.”
Her eyes widened, “What?”
“You can’t come back with me, and I get it, but baby I’m not going to leave you here. Being separated from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life and then finding out you’ve been sick; I can’t do it again. Please don’t ask me to.”
He humbled her. He was Dean Winchester, head of a huge company that no doubt required as much of him as Beaumont did of her. He had responsibilities and employees, meetings and mergers that all required his attention. His company was just as important as hers, maybe even more so. Yet he was putting it all on hold to be here with her.
She couldn’t help the tears that filled her eyes, “You’d do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” he pledged.
“But you hate New York.”
“I’ll suck it up.”
“I hate doctors,” she admitted in a small voice. “They never help, and they always end up being like that asshat in the ER.”
Dean chuckled, “Yeah, he was an asshat. But Jody isn’t. Jody Mills, she was my mom’s doctor for years, she’s good people, I promise.”
He could feel Emma’s fear. After meeting her ghoulish family doctor and then the guy yesterday, he couldn’t blame her. But she needs help. Proper, medical help and he wasn’t going to stop until she got it.
He took her chin between his thumb and index finger, coaxing her blue eyes meet his gaze. “You’ve passed out on me twice now and it scared the hell out of me… please?”
When the doorbell rang two hours later, Emma nearly jumped out of her skin. Her nerves had been keyed up ever since Dean told her he was bringing a doctor over. Dormant memories from her childhood came to the surface like sunken ships she’d torpedoed long ago. Or she thought she had, now they were back and with them came a storm of emotions.
She didn’t just hate doctors; she was scared to death of them. Her adolescence had been spent being poked and prodded, whenever they tested her, she always seemed to fail and disappoint. She’d been powerless and it had taken years to feel like she had control over her own life. To find her strength, both mentally and physically. Now it felt like it was all slipping away. Perhaps it had never been there to begin with.
She stood from the sofa she and Dean had been cuddling on while he went to answer the door. She brushed invisible lint from her clothes, squared her shoulders and tightly clamped her hands together. The only thing that kept her from running ahead of him and bolting the door, was her trust in her Alpha. It had been a long time since she trusted someone besides her sister, but Dean had proven himself worthy. In the short time they’d known each other, he’d protected and defended her. She hated that he was so worried about her, the least she could do is meet with his friend. Even if she wanted to throw up just thinking about it.
“Hey Jody, thanks for coming,” Dean said warmly, pulling the silver haired woman into a hug. “I owe you one.”
“I’ll add it your tab, Winchester.” She smirked and gave him a good-natured pat on the shoulder. “I’ve got my eye on a few goodies at Bloomingdales, if you’re feeling generous.”
Dean chuckled, remembering the epic shoe shopping trips his mom used to take with Jody back before the chemo weakened her body to the point of being bedridden. They would disappear into the Marshall Fields in downtown Chicago and reappear hours later with dozens of shopping bags and a healthy margarita buzz.
“I’ll call ahead, tell ‘em to stock the tequila.”
“Smartass.”
“Ask for Milo if you swing by the bar on the ground floor, he makes the best mojitos in the city,” Emma said, a cordial smile on her face as she came up behind Dean.
Jody had watched the Winchester brothers grow from rambunctious boys into strapping young men. She was as proud of them as if they were her own. Seeing the way Dean lit up as his mate stood beside him made her heart happy for him. He wrapped an arm around the young woman’s shoulders and beamed from ear to ear. He was clearly smitten.
“Jody, this is my Emma.”
Emma extended her hand, the picture of polite poise. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Dr. Mills.”
Dean had mentioned his Omega was a little jumpy around doctors. Jody could practically see those defensive walls go up. “Hey, any excuse to visit New York is alright by me! And please, call me Jody.”
“Jody,” Emma repeated as they entered the sitting room. “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?”
“Tea would be great.” Jody openly gawked at the elegant room while Dean poured tea from the china set on the coffee table. Once again, forcing his Omega to sit.
“This house is gorgeous!”
Emma had a genuine smile then; it was her pride and joy after all. “Thank you. I’m more than a little obsessed with her myself.”
“I can see why,” Jody said as she set down her bag and sat in one of the wingback chairs. “Maybe when we’re done, you’d be willing to give me a tour?”
“It’s a deal.” Her reply was warm, but her hands clamped tightly together in her lap gave away her tension. It was all Emma could do to stay seated even with Dean anchored to her side.
“Great, well let’s get started, hmm?” Jody pulled an IPad out of her case and started entering information. “Get the boring stuff out of the way… Name, weight, height.”
Emma rattled off the information that came with any medical exam, trying to ignore the clenching of her stomach.
“Birth date?”
“June 7th, 1994.”
“So that makes you twenty-seven. Very good. How old were you when you first presented?”
“Sixteen.”
“Uh huh. Great. So, tell me a bit about the suppression treatments you’ve been on. How old were you when they started?”
Emma stared at Jody’s bowed head as the doctor entered the information. If it weren’t for Dean beside her, she would have bolted before the questions even started. Her medical history was tied into all kinds of trauma, emotional and otherwise. To delve into it scratched open old, poorly healed wounds. Her heart thundered in her chest, her stomach jumped to her throat, she felt so powerless. She hated it. She hated not being in control. It wasn’t a position she occupied often and swore she never would be again.
There were two options; continue spiraling into certain panic or take back that power. She was Emmaline Beaumont, after all. Just because she felt powerless didn’t mean that she was.
She cleared her throat and sat a little straighter. “Actually, I’ve got a few questions of my own before we get into all that.”
Jody’s head popped up from her notes and she looked over at Dean who gave a shrug. Obviously, he was as surprised as she was. “Okay, yeah. Absolutely. Ask away.”
“Where did you study medicine?”
“Right here in New York, actually. Columbia University.”
“And your primary focus?”
“Reproductive endocrinology, with a slant towards secondary genders.”
“A slant?”
“Call it a hobby or an obsession. Our secondary genders are largely misunderstood. Biology mixed in with social dynamics and politics. For a long time, some of worst transgressions have been blamed on our baser instincts. I wanted to find out if that was really the case and what can be done about it. We don’t have to live at the mercy of our presentations, Emma. They are just another part of our biology; they are nothing to fear.”
If Emma was swayed by Jody’s impassioned ideology, she didn’t let it show. She simply nodded coolly, “How do you know the Winchesters?”
“Mary and I were next door neighbors, grew up together.” Jody’s eyes misted even as she grinned remembering her best friend. “She always such a troublemaker! Got my ass busted more times than I could count… and all she did was laugh!”
Jody locked eyes with Dean then and gave him a wavering smile. One that spoke to the grief they shared over a woman they both loved dearly. He smiled back, always grateful to hear people talk about his mom, no matter the heartache is stirred.
“She had the best laugh,” he said.
“Yes, she did.” Jody blinked away the emotion and turned back to her patient. “Do you have any other questions?”
“Just one. How many Omegas were in your graduating class?”
“One. The first Omega ever to graduate at the top of her class.” She leaned forward with a wink, “Me.”
Emma felt the tension in her chest ease for the first time since Dean told her a doctor was coming over. Jody was pleasant, funny, and intelligent. More importantly, she spoke to her like a person. Neither Alpha nor Omega. Maybe this would be different after all.
“Sixteen.”
Jody’s brows drew together in confusion, “What?”
“You asked when I received my first treatment,” Emma clarified, her voice slightly detached. “I was sixteen. They began as soon as my first heat cycle ended.”
“Okay, so they started them right away. How did that go?”
“Um, fine. There was some trial and error, but eventually they got the right combination figured out.”
Dean piped up then, “Jess said it made you sick, like really sick.”
She grumbled in frustration, “I’m so glad you and my sister are besties.”
“The more details you can give me, the better. It will help me get a clear picture of how your system reacts to any kind of hormonal adjustments.” Jody explained, hoping to ease tension. “Our goal is not only to fix this but make that process as easy as possible on you. This doesn’t have to hurt, Emma. As a matter of fact, it shouldn’t.”
“Okay, yes,” she admitted, quietly folding her hands together in her lap. “I was sick. I don’t even really remember much; I was pretty out of it. It just felt like a heat cycle that never stopped.”
Jody nodded her understanding and her sympathy. “So, fever, cramps, headache, nausea?”
Emma’s thoughts flashed back to her adolescence. Endless days and nights spent in bed, sweating profusely, crying from pain that felt like she was being ripped in two. Her little sister would crawl into bed with her sometimes to comfort her. Brushing and braiding her hair, like they used to do when they would play as children. She was certain her parents had been there too, but the only solid memories she had were of Jess. And Doctor Lancaster.
“All of it.”
“How long would you say that lasted before the symptoms faded?”
“I presented right after my birthday, and I missed a bit of school. I wasn’t able to go to class until after Thanksgiving break.”
If Jody was fazed by the information, she didn’t show it. Instead, her gaze was steady and compassionate. “Did you have any other reactions after that?”
“No, everything was fine, normal. I didn’t have any reactions at all until I met Dean.”
“He triggered your heat?” Emma nodded and Jody smiled, “The right Alpha will do that. So, how often did you take breaks in your treatment?”
“I didn’t.”
“Never? Not once?”
It was then that Dean saw the flicker in Jody’s gaze. It was brief, only someone who knew her well would have even noted it. There was concern and there was anger. Jody Mills was a good doctor and a hell of a good person. Dean didn’t know whether to be relieved or dismayed that his instincts had been correct.
“Not good?” he asked.
Jody put down the IPad on the table and leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “Its standard practice to pause long term suppression treatments at least twice per year. That allows the Omega’s natural rhythms to remain intact and lessens the risk for future complications.”
“What kind of complications?” The question fell from Emma’s lips while dread formed a pit in her stomach.
“Well, the longer heat cycles are suppressed the more dangerous they are when they start again. High fevers, rapid heart rate, and the like. Occasionally that will lead to early menopause. But most commonly, fertility issues.”
It was then that Emma felt the air leave the room. Fertility. Children. She wouldn’t be able to give Dean pups. Oh God! “Are you saying I won’t… I can’t…”
Jody’s smile was one of reassurance, “Those are just possible side effects, we don’t know anything yet. One step at a time, okay? The fact that Dean triggered your heat is a good sign, a very good sign. Now, have you taken any treatments since being claimed? Aside from the patch?”
Emma shook her head mutely.
“Good. How have you been feeling since you stopped the treatments?”
“Right here, right now, I feel fine.”
“Because of Dean,” Jody prompted. “What about when he’s not here?”
“I don’t know how to describe it… everything is just overwhelming. The smells, the sounds, the people everywhere, I can’t even leave my house. I went for a run and got half a block before I puked in the neighbor’s bushes!”
Emma failed to keep the tears at bay, the floodgates were open now. The past two weeks had been hell and now to find out that her stupidity may have cost her the chance to be a mother, it was all too much. She’d made a colossal mistake and now Dean would have to pay for it as well. God, how could she be so stupid?!
“I can’t work because I’m an emotional basket case, I cry all the damned time! So I’ve been holed up in my house but even here I can’t sleep. I’m up all hours, retiling my backsplash like a crack addict!” She shrugged helplessly, “It’s like the world went from black and white to technicolor… I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s why I’m here, we’re going to figure out what to do together,” Jody assured her, while Dean reached for Emma’s hand, lacing his fingers through hers.
“Are these symptoms a kind of withdrawal?” he asked.
“Partly. Think of Alphas and Omegas as opposite ends of the spectrum,” Jody explained. “The suppression of heat cycles or ruts is not harmful so long as you are under a doctor’s care and take proper precautions. To alter an Omega’s biology enough to pass as an Alpha is much more intense and difficult on the body. It forces the body to do the opposite of what it was designed to do.”
“Your body has gotten used to fighting the suppressants, now that they are out of your system it’s going to take time for it to figure out it doesn’t have to fight any more. Eventually, your natural chemical balance will be restored, and you won’t feel like hell all the time.”
Dean didn’t like the idea of his mate feeling like hell for any amount of time. “So, we just wait it out?”
“I’m putting her on a strict Dean Winchester diet,” Jody chuckled at her own joke. “In this case, being claimed is the best medicine. The more time you spend with your Alpha, the easier it is for your body to find the correct balance of hormones.”
Emma nodded, feeling a bit calmer. Probably because of the contact of her palm against Dean’s. Whatever it was, she’d take it.
“No stress, okay? Lots of rest and lots of sex.”
Dean choked in embarrassment. It was almost as bad as when his mom had the talk with him in junior high. “Jesus, Jody!”
Jody only grinned, she loved the fact that no matter how big Dean got, she could still make him squirm like a little kid, “Hey, you want your Omega to get better? Go at like rabbits!”
Emma had to laugh then; Dean turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. Maybe this doctor wasn’t so bad after all.
“Now, I’m going to be stopping by every couple of days and checking on you. We’ll do blood draws to make sure everything is on track and if anything fluctuates too much I can give you something to counter it. No more headaches, nausea, sleepless nights. If any of that happens, you call me.”
“No more passing out?” Dean confirmed.
“Definitely not. You’ve booked the exclusive Dr. Jody Mills care package; I’m not going anywhere until I’m confident that everything has returned to normal.” She packed away her IPad and pulled out a few items she needed to do a blood draw.
“And children?” Emma asked.
“First, we get you fixed up. Then we work on that, but we’ll get there, I promise.” She gave the young woman a warm smile, “That sensitivity to the world that makes it technicolor instead of black and white? That’s what it is to be an Omega, Emma. And it’s not a bad thing, it’s part of what makes you special. It’s worth fighting for, I promise.”
#alpha!dean x omega!reader#dean x ofc#dean winchester fanfiction#jensen ackles fanfiction#to the victor#spn fic#supernatural#abo dynamics#alpha omega#dean x reader
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Many people emmanatural truthing today so I thought I'd throw my own thoughts out there
Basically I've been ruminating on Emma running into Amy Pond in purgatory and them building a relationship like a sort of dark-mirror to Jody and Alex - Jody lost her son and Alex lost her family to monstrosity whereas Amy was taken from her son and Emma was taken from her family for being monsters
And on top of that you've got this insane connection with the Winchesters - would Emma be hurt to find that Sam refused to kill Amy but didn't even hesitate with her? Would Amy be horrified that Sam killed Emma, or just disappointed and unsurprised?
Would they simply stay together and protect each other? Would they try and find Emma's kind? Would they face Amy's mother? What would happen if they ran into Dean again (and Benny) in purgatory?
#much to think about#Emmanatural#amy pond (spn)#found family but make it a bit fucked up#dean ends up piggybacking three (3) souls from purgatory AS HE SHOULD
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So it just hit me:
The show revolved somewhat around the father and son dynamic right? That’s why they had the whole Michael & Lucifer with Chuck scenes in 15x19 right?
You have John and his relationships with Dean and Sam. You have Chuck with his relationships to Michael, Alternate!Michael, Lucifer, and Cas.
But then you have Cas’ relationship with Jack, and how Cas is a better dad to him than Chuck was to him, so to speak. Then you have Sam’s relationship with Jack, and Sam was definitely a better dad to Jack than John was to him (including the two minute montage of Dean 2.0 in the finale). And then you have Dean’s relationship with Jack...
Yes, it did start out complicated (due to Dean blaming Jack for Cas’ death) but it got better. Then it got even better when Dean saw how much he meant to Jack and vice versa before Jack dies. Then it got bad again because of what happened with Mary. Then it got worse because of Dean and Sam tricking Jack into the Ma’lak box and then Dean going to kill Jack. But then it got slightly better because Dean didn’t want to kill him and chose not to, right before Chuck kills Jack. Then it got a little better from there when Jack returned. And it was difficult, complicated once again, but it seemed to still be getting better, to the point where Dean even makes Jack a birthday cake in the same episode he told Jack he was struggling but he was trying. Then a few episodes later, it got bad again. With Dean saying Jack isn’t family because he’s not Sam or Cas and Jack overhearing him. Not to mention that though Dean is grateful for Jack’s sacrifice, he never reassures Jack that he is indeed family (something he kept telling him pre-Mary’s death and continued to reinforce with lines in 15x01 like “he was our kid”) and is eager for the sacrifice to happen in order to gain their freedom. Instead, we see Dean back in dad mode automatically in 15x18, continuing into 15x19, and his big goodbye to Jack is “We’ll get recliners and a big flat screen TV...” Even though in the subtext and performances, we see that Jack is obviously family and is still family to Dean after everything, we never see Dean vocalize it explicitly again nor do we see another conversation take place between them in regards to what Dean said in 15x17.
My whole point is that they showed Cas and Sam moving on, becoming better dads than their own. They also took the time in 15x19 to show us that Michael and Lucifer hadn’t moved on, and were still vying for their father’s approval. And obviously, Lucifer wasn’t the best dad. But Dean...they were so back and forth on it and for them to not leave it completely in a good place for him and Jack (instead they just chose to gloss it over) when they gave John Winchester not only a good ending (in Heaven) but a supposed redemptive moment in 14x13, that just...is SO fucking heartbreaking.
Dean didn’t get to have any kids of his own (outside of Emma). To me, the Claire and Dean dynamic felt very much like older brother and kid sister, which to me sort of makes sense especially when it comes to Claire being a mirror for Dean. But Jack was the closest thing he had to a son, the closest thing to a chance to be a father (outside of his parental role to Sam), and in the end, they still somehow managed to fuck that up for him. Even though he ends in a pleasant somewhat good place with Jack, they never cleared the air about what Dean said. The conversation in 15x17 doesn’t count, in my opinion. That conversation simply was an apology for Jack overhearing it, an explanation for Dean’s push for freedom, and a thank you for the sacrifice. But not once did they ever address what Dean actually said, why he said it, or if it was true or not. Jack had a better goodbye with Cas and Sam. Sam even asked what a father would ask in that moment: “What if we want to see you?” But Dean...nope his father/son story line got jacked and summed up in “we can get some recliners and a big flat screen TV...”
And don’t forget, this was Dean’s family, the unconventional family he had found for himself. (14x13 “I have a family”) Cas was dead and stuck in The Empty. We already know how OOC that was for Dean not to want to find a way to get Cas out of there, as well as OOC for Sam. Jack was done living his life and was now God, moving onto bigger and better things (almost like as if he was leaving for college, to the big Heaven university), and only Sam seems sad about it or affected by it. (I’m not even talking about that little line they threw into 15x20 at that ridiculous pie festival) They literally jacked Dean of not only his found family, his family, the resolution to his relationship with Cas (no matter which way it might have gone), his life and an ending that he not only deserved but also wanted, but they also jacked him of this.
Dean literally got shafted in all areas of his story in the end. And I cannot forgive them for that.
I really hope in the next installment of Dean and Sam’s story, they rectify this or at least keep Dean shaft-free, literally and figuratively.
#my poor chaotic hunter son#dean winchester#jack kline#dean and jack#dean meta#spn#the rancid nutwork#spn meta#father and son dynamic#spnposts#metaposts#deanposts
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There's been some posts about how the bunker served to further disconnect the Winchesters from the community they wanted to believe in, etc etc they had a base and are now semi respectable not hobos etc etc. But instead of them picking up the legacy of the Men of Letters, consider instead these white trash losers completely demolishing that legacy.
Like, they discover this place, and say for arguments sake that they have absolutely no familial connection to the Men of Letters. They find this academia-hunter-research-bunker and their first instinct is "Oh let's fuck this up" they call literally anyone and everyone they know to be like "Hey, we got a place, does anyone need a place to go" cause hunting is a drifter's job and there's so many empty rooms and these are their people! They trash half the storage rooms because that shit is absolutely cursed why would you keep it, they loan out info to whatever needs it and paint the whole thing the ugliest fucking colors they can, they sell the antiques and bring in fucking lawn furniture for half the rooms and clearance shit for the rest, they reorganize the library and put up trashy posters(Dean) and positive affirmation signs(Sam) and Cas' random shit he finds and may have stolen from a museum? They bust holes in the ceiling for skylights and bring in Lay-Z-Boys and invite everyone to stay, which includes the homeless woman Cas met the other day who decides that the pool is her domain now so there is a bed in there that is occasionally floating in the pool?There's sleepovers with half a dozen teenagers and cheesy yoga mats and a room set up for giant group video calls to Hell and Linda Tran's house and there's always music playing but no one will tell Dean where the fucking sound system is so the music is actually good/whatever Claire has becomes obsessed with this week. There's machetes in umbrella stands and coffee mugs everywhere and ugly carpets and wall hangings for those awful concrete hallways and Charlie keeps her LARP gear here so there's costumes bouncing back and forth between rooms as Jack decides he'd like to try this on and Emma says no it's my turn. They put in PlayStations and Xboxes next to a mirror for magical calls so Belphegor(who ends up being a bro) can play Mario Kart with them. There is always something cooking in the kitchen, and the space becomes cozier as more tables get added to the point where is resembles a small restaurant and anyone stopping by can just follow the smell of food.
Like, it's a living place! It's not a legacy, who cares about the creepy shit those dude in the 50s got up to! It's different now, it's a place for any hunter to stop, decorate a room and steal some clothes, then keep going and spread the word. It's chaotic and messy and spawns a community where literally no one is in charge cause everyone's got a key and half have their own plots in the garden upstairs.
Why couldn't the bunker be that!
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BLACK TIE OPTIONAL: PART TWO
Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen (background)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit, IDK if this is angst or not, but there are feels
Author's notes: Follow-up to Plus One.
We’re skipping to the actual rehearsal because, as an ex-event professional, I tend to get bogged down by etiquette and details instead of the shenanigans that Dean and Vanessa have come to be known for and which we all love. So, we will remain in tight focus on those two and in vaseline-lensed focus on the event itself.
Thanks, as always, to @stunudo and @brrose-apothecary for pre-reading and being my friends.
PART TWO
“Dude, this food,” Sam whispers, scanning the room. “But this place is huge and heavily staffed. Remember the last time we were in Chicago?"
Dean ignores Sam’s concern over supernatural crime families in favor of delicious, impeccably presented food.
“It’s just... tacos? But not.” Dean stares at the spread of the taco bar. “Sorcery.”
“Dean... Lassiter? Duval? Any of this ringing a bell?”
Dean shrugs. “That was, what, two years ago? Not our problem — especially if you stop saying their names out loud.”
Then his eyes go wide. “What is this?!” He scoops mango salsa onto his plate like he’s never seen a mango in his life.
Sam pulls a face, realizing that Dean has probably not ever seen a mango in his life and remembered it fondly, and chooses not to tell Dean that there’s fresh, healthy fruit in what he’s putting on his plate. He’d rather Dean be pleasantly surprised by the topping.
“Hey,” Emma pops up next to them, fidgeting and forcing a smile. “Our table’s over there whenever you guys’re ready.”
The boys stare at her for a moment because her voice is pitched higher than it was when she was visibly more relaxed in their suite, and her smile looks painful. She motions to a table where Vanessa appears to be barely surviving the onslaught of three other women.
“Hopefully sooner rather than later?” Emma turns back to face the boys with flushed cheeks and pleading eyes.
Dean peeks around her. “What’s up over there?”
“Nicole’s grilling Van about you being here and asking a bunch of questions about you.” She motions to Dean and Sam respectively before reaching between them for a tortilla chip to scoop into the mango salsa before shoving it into her mouth.
“Who’s Nicole?” Sam asks, also scooping into the mango salsa.
Dean rolls his eyes and answers with his mouth full. “The bride from the last wedding, total ‘zilla.”
“God, that salsa’s good,” Emma mutters, licking her lips as she swipes the salt from her fingers. “Anyway, we need you.”
Sam draws a breath, getting pulled into the verdant depths of Emma’s desperate gaze. He soaks in her anxious vibrations for a moment, then deftly sets the spoon aside to give her his full attention and warmest smile.
“Lead the way,” he says, stepping away from the table with his plate in one hand and the other on the small of her back.
Dean watches his brother glide through the crowd like a white knight. He considers making a joke of asking Sam if he lost his soul again somewhere between the guacamole and sour cream but opts out, realizing that his little brother is as committed to showing up for Emma as Dean is to Vanessa. He follows the couple to their table without any wisecracks.
Sam wedges his gigantic frame between the pack of bridesmaids and a couple of chairs; one he pulls out for Emma, the other he barely squeezes himself into. One of the women scoffs and stumbles like Sam shoved her or something, which he didn’t, but he does remain a buffer between his date and the Mean Girls.
Dean is inspired.
He winks at his brother and Emma as he swaggers past the group of women. Two of them he doesn’t recognize gawk at him as Nicole glares.
He sets his plate on the table and mirrors Sam’s actions by pulling out and patiently holding Vanessa’s chair for her. “Hungry, kitten?”
Vanessa grins and wiggles out of the circle of women.
“Hi, Dean,” Nicole says like they’re old friends or enemies. He forgot how fucking bitchy her voice and facial expressions are. He thinks she must be a miserable person and not just on her own wedding day.
He tosses her a polite nod. “Hey, Tracy.”
Vanessa tries not to cackle at his consistently intentional misnaming of her frenemy and Nicole’s subsequent sneer of derision.
“I am hungry,” she says, smoothing her skirt and pivoting to take the proffered seat, but before she can sit down, Dean leans into her with a conspiratorial smirk.
“Missed you,” he coos, kissing her smirk.
And sparks fly.
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They’re seated with Nicole and Katie and their respective partners, which should be uncomfortable since Nicole is doing her best to make it so, but Dean can’t be bothered to care.
Vanessa’s skin is like a fucking beacon to his senses. He can’t keep his hands or lips to himself, and Vanessa purrs like a real kitten in response. Dean starts to feel a little high from the simple acts of a traditional couple.
“Sir? Another tequila?”
“Uhh,” Dean blinks, pausing to look down at his half-empty rocks glass. He’s ordered two tequilas on the rocks since they’ve been downstairs, which isn’t a lot for him, but he doesn’t want it to be, either. “You know what, I’ll take a beer.”
“Yes, sir.” The server produces a small drink menu. “We have a selection of—”
Dean waves his hand. “Just somethin’ three-point-whatever.” He leans nearer to the server but doesn’t lower his voice at all, so everyone within earshot can hear him. “Don’t wanna disappoint my girl later, know what I’m sayin’?”
He winks before settling back into his seat with his arm stretched across the back of Vanessa's chair, and the server discreetly nods and tucks the menu away. “Yes, sir.”
“You could never disappoint me,” Vanessa reassures him like they talk this way all the time.
Nicole and Katie give each other a look while Zach and Ryan appear to be rethinking their beverage choices.
Dean knows, though, that he could and will disappoint Vanessa. Not tonight, probably, but it will happen. Instead of saying that out loud, he focuses on showing her a good time like he planned.
“So,” Nicole sighs as she tosses her used napkin to her plate. “Are you guys coming to Brando’s?”
Dean arches a brow and shifts his gaze to his brother with a pointed look.
“Babe?” Sam looks at Emma. “I know you’re tired, but we can probably go for one, don’t you think?”
Emma grins. “You’re right. We should show.”
Sam nods before looking back at Nicole. “I’m sorry, we’ve had dinner together and still haven’t met. I’m Sam, Emma’s boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend. What about Joshua?”
Nicole motions across the room where a group of Abercrombie rejects are measuring each other’s dicks. The guy doing most of the talking has his arm tightly wrapped around a girl who appears no older than 18 and is absolutely enthralled by the conversation.
“Apparently, the new girl enjoys lengthy descriptions of his watch collection,” Vanessa mutters at Dean’s side.
Dean can feel his lip curl because he looks like the leader of that pack of douchebags he hustled the night Rowena tried to kill him. The first time.
Nicole turns back to face the group. “Last I heard, you were still crying your eyes out over him.”
“Hmm.” Sam furrows his brow. “That must’ve been a while ago.”
The smirk on Sam’s face sends Dean into the stratosphere.
“Well, let’s get the bar outta the way.” Dean pushes away from the table to stand, holding out a hand from Vanessa. “We still got catchin’ up to do, kitten.”
Vanessa takes his hand, barely stifling a giggle.
“Yes, Dean, we all know what you mean by catching up.” Nicole rolls her eyes as she stands, smoothing the front of her dress. “Also, did I miss the memo on matching our dates like it’s prom?”
“C’mon, Nicki,” Zach nudges his wife.
Katie and the groomsmen have warmed up to the brothers and don’t seem to have ever shared Nicole’s animosity toward Vanessa — and, now, Emma by extension — and Nicole herself has evened out a bit, but she’s still got some snark left in her.
“What? We aren’t matching. Katie and Ryan aren’t matching. But Van and Dean look like they’re headed to a red carpet somewhere.”
“A red carpet or prom?” Emma pokes the bear.
“Shut up, Emma.”
Nobody hides their snorts and laughter as they all leave the table to head out for the bar.
Before they can get out the door, the mother of the bride stops them. She’s petite with dark red hair, dark eyes, and a bright smile.
“Oh, Van, you look so pretty.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Ricci.” Vanessa hugs the woman.
Dean watches Vanessa twirl at the woman’s request to see the back. He didn’t realize it before Nicole said something, but the flowers intertwined with black lace skulls on her bodice match his dark red pants.
“What a unique dress. You have such great taste! All you girls look so pretty!”
There’s a chorus of “thanks, Mrs. Ricci” from Katie, Emma, and Nicole.
“How long are we staying out?” Sam asks Dean, pulling his attention from Vanessa, who shines like a diamond in a coal mine.
“Up to them, I guess,” Dean mutters, never taking his eyes off her.
“Well, you kids have fun tonight,” Mrs. Ricci says. “But don’t stay out too late! And don’t let Toni drink too much. You know how she bloats, and we can barely get her into her dress as it is.”
Vanessa looks desperate to run from the extended conversation. He doesn’t want to insert himself unless she asks, but decides to test the waters.
“Hey, sweetheart, you ready?”
Vanessa looks up at him with relief and gratitude, clasping her hand in his. Butterflies flap their wings in her gut, and she tries to remind herself that the look in his eyes is temporary and meant as a show.
“Well... who’s the handsome gentleman, Van?”
Vanessa smiles, turning back to face Mrs. Ricci. “This is—”
“Dean.” Dean extends his free hand to Mrs. Ricci, and she accepts. He turns her wrist and kisses the back of her hand. “I’m this beautiful girl’s plus one.”
Mrs. Ricci raises her eyebrows and nods, eyeing them closely. “I see... I didn’t know you had someone, Van. You make a lovely couple. How long have you been together?”
“Little over a year, ma’am,” Dean easily answers.
“Well, then, I guess you’ll be talking marriage soon as well. You better catch that bouquet tomorrow!” Mrs. Ricci teases Vanessa.
“Oh, we’re all set!” Vanessa chirps, not realizing how what she’s just said sounds.
“Really?!” Mrs. Ricci’s eyes go wide. “When’s the wedding?”
Vanessa blinks as her skin prickles. “Next fall?”
“Congratulations!”
“Yeah, congrats, Van,” Nicole deadpans with a roll of her eyes because even she knows this is all an act. “Are we going or what?”
Vanessa keeps her eyes on anyone but her date for the rest of their night out.
--
Dean gently closes the door to their lock-off, shutting out Emma’s squeals of delight and Sam’s laughter. He watches Vanessa busy herself around the room as he unfastens the cuffs of his button-up and rolls up his sleeves.
He isn’t well-practiced in relationships. He and Cassie always fought, and Lisa was easygoing. His relationship with Vanessa was never supposed to reach this level, so he isn’t sure how to break the tension.
“Hey.”
Vanessa's wary gaze doesn’t quite meet his. “I’m just gonna brush my teeth.”
She motions toward the vanity and takes the last few steps barefoot to get there. Dean appears behind her in the mirror as she reaches for the toothpaste.
“Give it a minute.” Dean touches her wrist.
Vanessa tenses. “I don't know why I reacted that way.”
Dean shakes his head. “Turn around.”
She sighs and slumps in defeat before turning toward him with her eyes on the floor.
“Look at me.”
She swallows and reluctantly drags her gaze upward. “Dean, I’m sor—”
He pulls her in, wrapping her in his arms. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“She asked when we were getting married, and I said next fall.”
Her voice is muffled against his chest, but she sounds miserable, and Dean can’t help but chuckle.
He pulls back to look her in the eye. “Who’re you worried about? That old lady?”
Vanessa blinks away the onslaught of embarrassed tears from her eyes. “You, Dean. Aren’t you... freaked or mad or...”
Dean shakes his head, grabbing a tissue for her. “Why would I be mad? Or freaked.”
She takes the tissue, and he crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall. He likes being with her, but he isn’t marrying anyone any time soon — they both know that. What bothers him right now is that she regrets such a simple blunder.
Vanessa dabs at the corners of her eyes and sniffles. “I said that... so now you probably think I’m clingy. And now I’m crying.”
She throws her hands up in the air and focuses on Dean, who’s watching her with a quiet smile and, if she isn’t mistaken, amusement.
“Why are you smiling like that?! You didn’t sign up for this!”
“Nessa.” Dean pushes away from the wall to gently grasp her shoulders. “If you had any idea what my brother and I do? You’d get how you could never turn me off short of becoming an actual fucking monster. I can’t quit you.”
Vanessa closes her eyes and sighs. “The problem is that I like you, Dean. A lot.”
She opens her eyes, and Dean’s face has shifted to an unbearably soft melancholy. He nods, holding her gaze. “Yeah. Me too.”
“But we barely know each other,” she continues, taking a step forward and smoothing a palm down the sateen placard of his black button-up. “And you have some secret and dangerous job that I’ll never understand.”
“What makes you think it’s dangerous?” Dean sits back against the edge of the bathroom counter, wrapping his hands around her lace-enveloped ribcage, and lets her wedge herself between his open knees.
Her eyes land on his mouth. He’s so beautiful. She’s told him a dozen times. But he’s also a walking, talking mountain of trauma, and Vanessa guesses that damage extends beyond physical.
“Scar tissue, for one.” She reaches for his right hand and raises it between the two of them, knuckles up. “And busted knuckles?”
“Just a bar fight, honey,” Dean mutters, and Vanessa huffs a wry laugh, rolling her eyes up at him again.
“Maybe, but I doubt it.” She doesn’t drop her gaze as she dips in to press a kiss to his healing knuckles. “I’ve never known what I wanted in the long run, but... I know I want you. Now.”
Dean eyes her quietly for a moment before dipping in to kiss her. “You got me.”
He kisses her for a long time, pushing one hand up into the back of her hair and resting the other over her clavicle and breastbone. His thumb and first two fingers dance along either side of her neck, and she moans into his mouth.
He stands and steps away from the vanity, pulling her with him toward the bed, kissing her the whole way. She works on the buttons of his shirt as he opens the zipper of her dress. Black and red lace and chiffon flutter to the floor, and she walks over it.
Once she has his shirt undone and pulled from his pants, she slides her hands over his hot skin and pushes the garment to the floor. Dean stops at the edge of the bed with his hands on her waist as she pulls his belt and oxblood pants open and off.
“Hey.” Dean clasps her hand in his before she can reach inside his boxers. “Just listen a minute, OK?”
Vanessa slowly brings her anxious gaze to meet his.
“You’re, what, 26 years old?”
She drops her eyes and starts to pull away. “Twenty-seven, and I don’t need your condescension.”
“No, no, no.” Dean grasps her wrists in his hands and pulls her in again. “Not condescending, reassuring. Nessa... you don’t need to have anything figured out right now. You got your whole beautiful, perfect life ahead of you to fuck up and win.”
Her brow furrows, and Dean grins.
“Sometimes I wish somebody’d told me that when I was 27.”
Even if someone had told him, Dean had and has a different life than hers. His path was cut out for him long ago, and all he can do is live it, get up, and kick ass. It still would have been nice to hear.
Vanessa turns into him again, resting her hands on his beautifully scarred and tattooed chest. She lightly traces a long-healed gash until she runs into his tattoo and circles it.
“You my guru, now?” She flicks her eyes up to his.
Dean shrugs, sliding his hands up her sides along her bodysuit's soft, plain black fabric. “Can be anything you want.”
She closes her eyes and leans in to kiss his sternum. She hums and drags her lips to one of his nipples, gently pulling it between her damp lips.
Dean groans, smoothing a hand down the back of her long, wavy tresses before briefly pulling away.
“Just—” he sighs and closes his eyes from her wide, bright gaze to compose himself. “Believe me when I say that one little slip of the tongue ain’t enough to ruin a great weekend with one of the most gorgeous, delightful women I’ve ever been with in my life.”
Vanessa tosses her head back and laughs.
“Seriously,” Dean continues as Vanessa pushes him back to sit on the bed, giggling the whole way.
“You smell good, you’re beautiful.” As he lists off the things he likes about her, Vanessa climbs astride his lap. “You laugh at my terrible jokes. Your voice alone is enough to give me wood, I’m not even kidding.”
“Dean.”
“Yeah?”
She wiggles a little, making him whimper and grip her hips, and drapes her arm over his shoulders to finger the velvety nape of his neck.
“Thank you. I like being with you, too.”
He smiles, and she pitches forward to kiss him.
“Then why don’t you tell me about everything I missed,” he mutters around her lips.
“When?” she breathes into his mouth.
“When I wasn’t with you, and you couldn’t get off without me.” Dean holds her close as he moves back to the mountain of fluffed-up hotel pillows.
“Mmm... Which time?” She steadies herself as he gets situated, watching his skin ripple over muscle.
“Start at the beginning.” He settles in, giving her his full attention, his hands sliding up her thighs to shroud her hips. “What made you realize thinking about me— about us together’d do the trick?”
Vanessa bites her lip, her cheeks flush dark pink, and her eyelids flutter.
Dean chuckles, reaching up to pull the front of her strapless bodysuit down, freeing her breasts. “Did you think about how I held you up and drilled you ‘til you soaked the bed of that swank hotel?”
“Jesus.” Vanessa grinds over him, leaning backward on her hands, and arching her spine. “Yes...”
He cups and squeezes one breast, then hooks three fingers around the front of the thong bottom of the body suit to knuckle at her opening.
“Did you think about me for seven days after?”
Vanessa nods, blindly grinding against his hand. “At first, it was your voice— it was when I was alone. I tried to remember... the way it rumbles your chest when you call me kitten.”
“Uh-huh.” Dean does his best to keep his voice warm and deep. “You’re so slick and hot right now, kitten. I’m here now.”
Vanessa lurches up and forward to brace her palms against his chest. “Keep talking.”
“You look so pretty, grindin’ against my fist. All open and juicy, so sexy. You gonna get yourself off like this?”
“God, Dean.” Vanessa grips his wrist and ruts against his knuckles hard, digging her blunt fingernails into his chest.
Dean hisses and whispers. “Do it, and I’ll fuck you just like you want. ”
“Oh, fuck!” She comes, shaking and panting, then collapses over him.
Dean slowly removes his hand from between her legs and wraps his arms around her while she catches her breath.
After a few moments, she speaks. “Then I was with this guy.”
“Hmm. Did he make you come?” Dean rolls her to her back.
“You know he didn’t. I told you that.”
“Did you?” He peels the bodysuit the rest of the way off her before throwing it across the room.
“On the phone. That’s why we’re having this conversation, I assume.”
“Ahh, yeah, you did.”
He shoves his boxers over his hips and flings them to join their other clothes — away from their bodies and the bed — before climbing between her legs and stretching out over her. He props himself up with his forearms and brushes her hair away from her face with his hands.
“What else, then?”
She raises her knees at his sides and drags her fingertips up his spine.
“After a couple more guys, same results, I gave up. My toys and memories are better than anyone who isn’t you.”
Dean makes a sound like pity cut with need as he grinds and bucks until his dick is snug and wet between her pussy lips. Then he drops his forehead to hers.
“Tell me exactly what makes you come when I’m not there.”
Vanessa closes her eyes and shudders when he slowly forges ahead. She hooks her hands over the backs of his shoulders with a gasp.
“I’ll never forget the utility closet,” she whispers. “The way everyone outside knew exactly what you’d done to me. I can’t stop thinking about if someone had seen us— if we’d been less careful.”
Dean moans as he slides all the way inside her, tucking his face in the crux of her neck. “You an exhibitionist, kitten?”
She shakes her head. “You’re just so sexy and so good at everything. I bet we’re hotter than any movie.”
Dean buries himself deep and settles in. He doesn’t lie to her, never has, and probably never will, but her willingness to be so fucking vulnerable with him makes his heart skip.
“You wanna watch us in the mirror? Just you and me over there?” Dean nods toward the vanity.
Vanessa peers across the room, then looks back at him and nods. “Yeah, later. Right now, I like you right where you are.”
Part Three
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An Inconvenient Flame (Part Four)
Series Summary: You’ve known Sam and Dean Winchester all your life. You find you have developed an attraction for the eldest Winchester, but Dean has never indicated he felt anything more for you than a little sister. A late night encounter causes Dean to question his own feelings for you, but with your age gap, he’s hesitant to let anything grow beyond attraction. Things come to a head when a case forces you together. Will these embers of attraction lay buried or will this inconvenient flame of desire become an inferno?
Word Count: 2389
Warnings: some swearing, sexual tension, light pining
Pairing: Dean x Reader
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Two days later and the Buchanan case was over. It had turned out to indeed be little Emma Buchanan, her spirit still there due to the abuse and neglect she had been forced to endure. You and Dean had found her bones buried in the local cemetery, but it broke your heart when you realized Emma had been buried on the other side of the graveyard, far away from her family. Even in death they didn't want her.
You and Dean trudged back into the cool motel room, exhausted from having dug all night into the early morning hours. You were covered in dirt and sweat and the only thing you longed for was a nice, hot shower. You quickly jumped inside the shower, not waiting to see if Dean wanted to go first. You weren't about to let him use up all the hot water. You stood and relished the warm water over your hair, face, and body despite the shitty water pressure.
After you got out, you dressed in shorts and a tank top and thew your hair up into a towel to dry. You opened the door and found Dean lying on the bed still fully clothed, muddy boots hanging off the end of the bed.
"Your turn," you said, playfully kicking his foot as you walked past him and fell on the mattress beside him. He looked over at you and shot you a half smile.
"Today was a good hunt," he said, giving you a fist bump. "We make a good team," he continued before groaning and climbing out of bed. You watched him walk to the bathroom and close the door before you looked back to where he had been laying. You groaned when you realized he had left dirt all over the sheets. You quickly got up and took them off the bed, shaking them out vigorously, as you heard Dean turn on the water.
Once you were satisfied that most of the dirt was gone, you dumped them back on the bed, not caring if it was made or not. You would unmake the bed soon enough anyway. You were exhausted and were ready to fall into bed despite it being only 6:00 in the evening. You knew Dean would feel the same way.
You took your hair down from the towel that was still on your head and dumped the wet cloth by the bathroom door. You got your brush out of your bag and began to move it through your tangles just as you heard the water turn off and the shower curtain pull back. A few moments later, Dean emerged from the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around his waist.
You felt your heartbeat pick up at the sight of him. His chest was bare and well-defined. His shoulders were broad as leftover droplets of water clung to his skin. Your eyes trailed down to his stomach which was just as equally distinct and muscular but where scars dotted the skin here and there, all telling a different story.
You swallowed hard as you felt yourself heat up and an all too familiar ache in your chest made its way down to your lady garden. You quickly crossed your legs, willing the feeling to subside, but it only made it worse as you felt wetness pooling underneath your shorts.
"Forgot my clothes," Dean smirked before making his way back into the bathroom and shutting the door, clothes in hand.
You let out a heavy breath and uncrossed your legs. God, what this man did to you! If he had any idea how he made your body respond to his mere presence, you were sure he'd be mortified.
You heard Dean's phone ringing from his duffle bag and was about to answer it when he came out, now fully dressed. "Hey, Bobby," he answered, sitting down on the side of the bed. They talked for a few minutes, and you were certain they were talking about the demon case.
"Yeah, we will. Thanks, Bobby. If we need anything we'll call," Dean said, hanging up the phone and turning towards you.
"What's up?" you asked, curious as to what all their conversation entailed, your sexual appetite at bay. At least for now.
"It was actually about his friend, Windsor Drakefield," Dean answered.
You found yourself chuckling. "Windsor Drakefield?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dean shrugged. "What? The guy's rich," he answered. "Anyway," he continued, "Bobby said that Windsor is going to have this party over at his place. He's inviting a bunch of his rich friends and acquaintances and...he's invited Lowell." He paused, gauging your reaction.
Your eyes widened. "Wow, okay. So what does that mean for us?" you questioned.
"It means," Dean said, getting up off the bed and rummaging through his duffle. He pulled out his FBI suit and held it up. "We're gonna have to get all gussied up," he finished, sending you a smirk.
You sent him a sour look in return. He knew you hated dressing up, preferring to just wear your jeans and t-shirts. Dean held up his hands. "Hey, it's only for one night!" he said in amusement.
You sighed heavily. "Yeah, I guess you're right." You, too, rose from the bed and went over to your own bag. "Which is why it's a good thing," you continued, opening up your bag, "that I brought this!" you finished, pulling out a cocktail dress.
"You actually brought a dress?" Dean asked in surprise.
You chuckled. "Yeah, of course! FBI isn't the only cover I've used," you said, sending him a playfully coy smile.
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You looked at yourself in the mirror as you finished your makeup. You had opted for a smoky-eye which set off your (Y/E/C) eyes and matched your black, sequined cocktail dress. After you finished your makeup, you started on your hair. You had given yourself beachy waves. At first you thought about leaving it down, but then after second thought, decided to go for a low side bun at the nape of your neck. You pulled a few waves out of the bun to give it more of a messy effect before spraying it with a few pumps of hairspray.
You gave yourself a once over before walking out of the bathroom. All you needed now were your heels. You went straight to your bag and began rummaging through it trying to find them. You suddenly noticed the room was unusually quiet and turned towards the chair by the door to find Dean seated, staring at you with wide eyes.
You found yourself laughing at his deer-in-the-headlights expression. "What?" you asked, finally composing yourself.
Dean shrugged casually. "I don't know. You just look...different," he said, getting up from the chair.
You cocked an eyebrow. "Good different or bad different?"
"Good different," he replied, giving you a sheepish look before glancing to the ground.
You chuckled. "You look good different, too," you said, smiling as his gaze met yours. You sat at the edge of the bed and strapped on your heels. When you went to stand back up, Dean was at your side and holding out his hand to help you up. You felt herself inwardly frown in confusion. An odd move for Dean, but you shook it off, your mind more consumed with the case this evening than it had been in the last few days. You thought it was probably due to the fact you wanted so desperately to get some answers and maybe some closure for Dean.
You both got into the Impala and started driving to Windsor Drakefield's party. The drive was pleasant. The air was cool against your skin as you put your hand through the Impala's open window and allowed the wind to dance with your hand as the breeze laced in and out of your spread fingers. The weather was beautiful with a hint of fall in the atmosphere, and you enjoyed watching the countryside as Dean drove. You leaned your head against the door jam and sighed contentedly as you watched the sun starting to set, casting the sky in a light golden hue. The road was spread infinitely before you, and you felt like you could stay there forever, out on the road with the man you found yourself falling in love with.
All too soon, Dean turned onto a private road and followed it a ways before finally coming to a discreet driveway. He stopped the Impala away from the house and both of you alighted. You glanced around, taking in the spacious property. It was beautiful! The grounds were lush with green grass. Oak trees lined both sides of the driveway all the way to the front of the mansion and as you came closer, you could make out a variety of flowers and plants. The mansion was equally just as breathtaking. There were multiple windows, and you could see the sunset in their reflection.
You stopped just as you reached the stairs leading to the portico and found yourself swallowing the lump in your throat. Dean kept going but stopped when he realized you had paused, his foot coming to rest on the first step. He glanced back at you with a concerned expression. "You okay?" he asked.
You nodded your head uncertainly. Dean sent you a reassuring smile as he held out his hand. You took it as you made your way up the flight of stairs to the large front door. Your body warmed as you felt yourself relax at his touch. You stopped at the door when Dean looked down at you. "You're sure you're okay?" he asked again.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just a little nervous, I guess. It's been awhile since I've had to go undercover like this. I'm a little rusty," you replied, a nervous chuckle on your lips as you glanced down in embarrassment.
You felt him squeeze your hand, trying to bolster your confidence. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take the lead," Dean said, turning back to the door and raising his hand to knock.
Your head shot up at his words. Did he just call you baby? You didn't have time to question him, when the door suddenly swung open and a man in his sixties stood in the doorway.
"Come in, come in!" he exclaimed, a slight English accent lacing his words. He ushered you in. "You must be Dean Winchester and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"
"That's right, sir," Dean said, extending his hand.
"Fenston Barclay Windsor Drakefield III, but you can call me Windsor," he said, shaking Dean's hand in return and shooting you a bright smile and a playful wink. You found yourself smiling back. The man was certainly jovial!
"Come right this way," Windsor said, motioning to the library on his right. Once inside, he offered you and Dean a seat before seating himself behind his large mahogany desk.
"So, Bobby tells me that you both are interested in Lowell," he started out, his jovial attitude now gone, replaced by a seriousness that you felt could quickly turn to rage if provoked.
Dean cleared his throat and licked his lower lip as he shifted in his seat. "Yeah, we are. There was an...incident..." Dean began, but Windsor silenced him with a raise of his hand.
"It's alright. You don't have to explain. Bobby filled me in on everything," Drakefield reassured.
You glanced over at Dean and saw his jaw clench when he nodded his thanks. You could tell he was already having a rough time just talking about it. You were expecting the worst when you finally got Lowell alone.
You turned your attention back to Windsor as he began speaking again. "Lowell hasn't arrived yet, which creates the perfect opportunity for both of you to get into position for whatever you're wishing to do." You and Dean nodded in unison.
"And I'm assuming you don't wish to use your given names?" Windsor questioned, looking between you.
You and Dean shot one another a glance before you turned back to Windsor who was staring, the question still hanging in the air. You nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that would be wise.... It's just that I'm always so used to being an undercover FBI agent, that I haven't had much time to come up with a persona other than that," you replied with a sheepish chuckle. You could see Dean nod in agreement out of the corner of your eye.
Windsor smiled understandingly. "Yes, well, how about you being Daniel and Jessica Fleming, a newlywed couple who have just returned from your honeymoon abroad? Daniel is here at his wife's father's invitation hoping to form connections to secure a well-established career in the aerospace industry."
You found yourself gaping, eyebrows raised, as you and Dean stared at the older man in shock. You finally found your voice, "How did you just come up with that ruse so quickly and easily?"
Windsor chuckled in amusement. "Years of hunting experience, I suppose," he answered smoothly, his accent coming through once more.
You chuckled in return. "Well, it's a very good one. I think it'll work fine for what we're wanting to do," you said, looking to Dean who nodded his agreement.
"Swell!" Windsor exclaimed, clapping his hands once. You and Dean stood up as the older man rose from his own chair. "Shall we?" he asked, motioning to the door. You smiled and followed Dean to the entrance.
Once back outside in the spacious vestibule, Dean stopped and turned to Windsor. "Thank you for everything, sir," Dean said, nodding his head in thanks and extending his hand once more to Drakefield.
The older man bowed slightly as he took Dean's hand. "Again, call me Windsor. And you're very welcome. If you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to find me. I'll be mingling amongst my other guests but won't be too far off."
Dean nodded again and started walking toward the ballroom, you following close behind. "And Dean," Windsor called, causing both you and Dean to stop and turn back towards the man. "I sincerely hope you find those punk-ass demons," he said, his words clashing with his smooth English cadence. Dean smiled in return as you continued toward the dance hall.
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Counter Curse | Part Two
Pairing: Sam x Rowena
Words: 1,236
Summary: Sam and Rowena get to go on that date.
Warnings: None
Written for Susan for her October 2019 Angel request
Betaed by @saxxxology
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Sam hasn’t been this nervous for a first date in forever. He feels a little dumb being nervous, though - it’s not like Rowena is a stranger. He’s known her for years and while she did start off as an enemy, she, like her son, has become someone Sam might be inclined to call a friend. Not to mention, she’s absolutely gorgeous and smart and he’s realizing now, as he adjusts his tie in the mirror and then runs a hand through his hair, that he likes her. He likes her a lot.
Rowena is waiting for him in the library, looking absolutely stunning in a sleek deep blue dress with a high neckline, long sleeves, and a lacy design with sparkly things Sam can’t name scattered over it. Her hair is perfectly styled, pinned back on top with curls tumbling loose around her shoulders. She smiles when she sees him and Sam’s stomach does a little flip.
“You clean up well, Samuel,” she says as he approaches. “Just let me…”
Small hands come up to straighten his tie and then smooth it flat. Sam’s breath catches in his throat and she gives him a knowing look.
“Not yet,” Rowena almost coos, reaching up to pat his cheek. “I’m a third date kind of girl.”
She walks away before Sam can formulate any sort of response.
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The restaurant Sam found is by far the nicest around and Sam feels out of place even in the parking lot. Baby is beautiful but she sticks out like a sore thumb in a lot full of high-end cars. Sam tugs at his sleeve as he rounds the car to open the door for Rowena, determined to be the perfect gentleman and give her the night out she deserves. She thanks him sweetly and hooks his hand in the elbow he offers her.
“This place is so nice,” Rowena observes as they enter the restaurant.
“It’s definitely nice,” Sam replies, eyeing the clearly expensive decor as the approach the hostess stand.
The hostess gives Sam a critical once over, one eyebrow raised, before smiling at Rowena. “Do you have a reservation?”
Sam can’t help bristling a little at being so blatantly judged. “Two for Winchester,” he says, frowning.
The hostess eyes him but nods and leads them to a table against one wall. Sam makes sure to pull Rowena’s chair out for her and tuck it in the way he remembers learning in an etiquette class he took in high school.
“Such a gentleman,” she says, flashing him a brilliant smile. “Who would’ve guessed. There’s certainly more to you than meets the eye.”
Sam feels heat rising in his face as he takes his own seat, unsure how to respond. Thankfully, Rowena doesn’t seem to expect a response.
“Such an excellent selection,” Rowena continues, admiring the wine list the hostess left them. “Do you have any preferences?”
Sam shakes his head, scanning his menu and picking out something he thinks he would enjoy. “You’re better at this than I am.”
Rowena’s expression softens and she reaches over to give his hand a quick squeeze. “Follow my lead, then.”
The waiter arrives then and things move on as smoothly as possible. Rowena seems more than happy to take charge, ordering wine for both of them. Sam’s never been big on wine but he’s sure whatever Rowena chooses will be delicious.
“I refuse to speak about hunting during this date,” Rowena says once the waiter is gone.
“I’m okay with that rule,” Sam chuckles, picking at a tiny flaw in the hem of his cloth napkin.
He’s surprised how well the conversation flows. He’s never really sat down and talked to Rowena outside of hunting stuff, and he quickly decides he needs to talk to her more. She’s snarky and well-spoken, and has over three hundred years of life experience to draw upon. Sam loves listening to her stories - like the time she was hired by an American spy to help him get the knowledge he needed from a British soldier during the Revolutionary war. Sam finds himself leaning forward, completely enraptured by every word that comes out of the tiny Scotswoman’s mouth.
When their food arrives, Sam watches to see Rowena lean left to allow the waiter to place her first course on the table. He makes sure to imitate that when the waiter leans in to set Sam’s plate down. It’s almost like there’s a dance going on - one he’s still learning.
“You’re doing very well,” Rowena assures him. “Just remember to start on the outside and work in.”
Sam nods - he does remember that much from his etiquette class, thankfully. The rest of the meal progresses in about the same way, the pair swapping stories as the waiter replaces empty plates with their next courses. Rowena is easy to talk to - much easier than anyone Sam’s been on a date with in a very long time. Dinner goes by much quicker than Sam expected and he almost forgets how uncomfortable he is. Almost.
“Would you like anything for dessert?” the waiter asks once they’ve finished their main course.
Sam glances over at Rowena and is surprised to see her shaking her head.
“No, thank you,” she says. “Just the check.”
“You’re sure?” Sam inquires after the waiter leaves.
“I’m sure,” Rowena assures him. “There’s somewhere else I would like to go for dessert.”
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Once Sam’s paid and they’ve returned to the Impala, Sam allows Rowena to direct him through the streets until they pull into the parking lot of Rosie’s Diner, a place Sam knows well. It’s Dean’s favorite place to stop when they get home late from a hunt and he doesn’t feel like cooking. The owner, Rosie, is a sweet older woman who doesn’t do much work in the shop these days. Instead, her daughter Emma is taking care of most of the day-to-day operations.
“Here?” Sam shoots Rowena a puzzled look.
She weaves her fingers into his. “I saw how uncomfortable you were at that restaurant. It was so kind of you to step out of your comfort zone to please me. I figured we should go somewhere for you next. Besides,” she squeezes his hand, “they have good milkshakes here.”
“Hi, Sam, Rowena,” Emma says brightly when Sam and Rowena enter with a ding of the bell. “No Dean tonight?”
She genuinely looks a little disappointed when Sam shakes his head. “Not tonight. He’ll probably be by soon for one of your pies, though.”
That idea seems to brighten Emma up and she happily leads them to a booth. “Do you already know what you would like or do you need a moment to decide?”
“I want the pistachio milkshake,” Rowena says without hesitation. “Sam?”
“Caramel fudge.” Sam doesn’t get milkshakes often but caramel fudge is definitely one of his favorites.
Emma scribbles those both down. “Alright, anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it,” Sam says after a quick glance at Rowena for confirmation.
“Alright! Those will be ready in just a moment.”
Emma bounces away and Sam lifts an eyebrow at Rowena.
“I didn’t know you came here,” he says.
She smiles, bright and a little mischievous. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Sam Winchester.”
“I would like to learn,” he replies honestly.
“Don’t worry,” she assures him as the whir of the old fashioned milkshake machine fills the diner. “We have plenty of time.”
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Destiel Trope Collection 2019
Day 23: Mutual Pining
Falling Awake | @wildsofourhearts
Rating: General
Word Count: 2530
Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Post Michael 2.0, Castiel is a mother hen
Summary: After Michael is killed by Team Free Will 2.0, Dean ends up in the Empty, Michael's grace pulling a sliver of his consciousness there. The Cosmic Entity calls him out on not realising Castiel is in love with him. Dean needs to decide what to do with that information as he wakes up home.
It Started with a Fanfic Competition | @tenoko1
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 124540
Main Tags and Warnings: characters write fanfiction, Humor, so much fluff, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Accidental Plot, UST, Everybody's a BAMF, Cases go wrong, Personal Growth, Sibling Bonding, Found Family, Best Friends, PTSD, Therapy, Alternate Season/Series 12, Unlikely Friendships, Family Bonding,Tropes, Charlie Lives, Everyone Has Issues, Family Feels, Drama & Romance, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Wayward Sisters
Summary: What started off as a game becomes a journey of friendship, love, and personal growth; filled with all the ups-and-downs that will make and bind a family.
The Park | @dmsilvisart
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 2155
Main Tags and Warnings: friends to lovers, implied affair, marriage, talk of children, marital problems
Summary: It the park where they met 10 years previous, it's the park where their friendship turned relationship threatens to end now.
The One Rule Club | @spinnerjen
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4032
Main Tags and Warnings: Smut, Rough Sex
Summary: Summary: There is only one rule... Consent.
begin & end there | @reallyelegantsharkfish
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7677
Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Catfishing, Online Relationship, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Sad Boy Castiel, Phone Sex, Texting, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, Fluff
Summary: Dean: You’re not who you say you are
Cas has always known it might come to this — Dean knowing the pathetic reality of him — and he always knew whatever they were doing couldn’t last. Eventually Dean would see through his excuses. Eventually he would meet someone like James: handsome, successful, confident. Someone that deserves Dean’s attention.
Cas Stuff | @suckerfordeansfreckles
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4731
Main Tags and Warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alpha!Cas/omega!Dean, pining, misunderstandings, angst, best friends to lovers, very brief Meg/Cas kiss, knotting
Summary: Since Cas and Dean moved into their shared apartment closer to their college, but especially since Dean started making more and more new friends in classes and on campus and at parties, things changed. Dean changed, their friendship changed — but Castiel didn’t.
Still, if it weren’t for Dean’s handwriting, blue ink on white paper, Cas would never believe Dean would be this cruel. Would never think Dean would sit down and write an actual list about all the things he hates about Cas. A list. Titled “Cas Stuff”.
Faithfully | @wigglebox
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 29198
Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, recovery, Road Trips, Somnophilia, Bed Sharing
Summary: Post-Michael Dean is struggling to recover after essentially suffering a 'cosmic stroke'. The thing he wants the most is a road trip, but with only one person.
Of Flowers and Flours | @lemonsorbae
Rating: General
Word Count: 4217
Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, First Kiss, Florist Castiel, Baker Dean, Alternate Universe, mutual pining
Summary: Castiel owns a floral shop, Dean owns a bakery.
Lucky | @breathingdestiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 1529
Main Tags and Warnings: au, best friends to lovers
Summary: “He knows he is being far more dramatic than the situation warrants—Cas is only leaving for six months—but Dean has only recently realized that he is in love with his best friend and now he has to watch him leave.”
Dream House | @breathingdestiel
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 26622
Main Tags and Warnings: au, celebrity!dean, misunderstandings
Summary: Castiel Shurley and his best friend Dorothy Baum have decided to move in together. After his aunt assumes they are dating, she offers them money for the house, but only if they apply for a famous reality show ‘Dream House’. Since they could use the money and he doesn’t want to come out to his aunt, Castiel and Dorothy agree to fake date for the show. But things go wrong when Dorothy falls in love with the show’s producer and Castiel starts to develop feelings for one of the hosts.
Dean Winchester is a co-host of ‘Dream House’, along with his brother. Sam, being a realtor, finds a fixer-upper and Dean turns it into a perfect house for their clients. Even though he has what most people only dream about, Dean is incredibly lonely. He had bad experiences with relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he will ever meet anyone who can earn his trust. Until he meets Castiel.
Solitary Flights and Second Chances | @pherryt
Rating: General
Word Count: 7415
Main Tags and Warnings: Major Tom, Science Fiction, astronaut!dean, estranged Cas and Dean, Pining, hurt!Dean, sabotage, some homophobic language and behavior, Confessions, Second Chances, Sick!Dean, Angst, happy/hopeful ending
Summary: All Dean's life, all he wanted was to go into space. He's sacrificed a lot on the way to that dream. Now he has it and he realizes... he sacrificed too much. Way too much.
Sabotage, injury and an aborted trip are a strange way to get back the things he lost... that most precious thing of all... but if he can salvage something good from all this, he'll take it. he just needs to get back home alive, first.
After All These Years | @peanutbutterjelly-pie
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 99909
Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Single Parent Dean
Summary: In which Dean finds himself at a wedding as Jo's fake boyfriend against his will, groaning and complaining the whole time, but still trying to appear all handsome and perfect and utterly in love since he's an awesome friend like that (and since Jo would make his life a living hell otherwise). And just when he begins to think that it won't be so bad to eat tons of free food and let his daughter Emma enjoy the festivity his gaze suddenly meets the two bluest eyes in existence and the world stops to move for a moment.
Because of course the groom's brother turns out to be his old high school crush Castiel – the only person Dean was never able to forget – and things start to become really complicated all of a sudden.
Autobiography of Black | @drawlight
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 14907
Main Tags and Warnings: Pining, Romance, Feelings Realization, Baking, Fallen Angel Castiel, Bunker Fic
Summary: Castiel knows all human languages; Dean has never been particularly good with words.
(Or: an examination of pies and stars.)
Sending A Raven | @saltnhalo
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 38677
Main Tags and Warnings: Viking AU, temporary character death, mutual pining, magic
Summary: When Dean, the Viking jarl of Týrvik, leaves on a raid to combat the enemy warriors attacking their ships, his husband Castiel is left to protect and lead the village. The ships return barely a week later, with damaged timbers and a devastated, leader-less crew, and suddenly Castiel finds himself not only in a position of leadership for which he is ill-equipped, but terrified for the safety of his captured husband.
With the possibility of a spy somewhere in the village’s midst, Castiel leaves his people under Sam’s care and departs on the journey north to where they think Dean is being held, in a desperate attempt to rescue him before it’s too late.
Kelp! I Need Somebody | @andimeantittosting
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 27090
Main Tags and Warnings: canon divergent from 13x23, case fic, mutual pining
Summary: It’s been a week since Michael was defeated and Dean freed, but Castiel can’t seem to get back on the horse. Dean, on the other hand appears to have bounced back completely, with one small exception: he no longer dares touch the now-human Cas at all.
When they receive a call from Jesse and Cesar to come investigate a series of mysterious drownings near their New Mexico ranch, Dean jumps on the job, much to Cas and Sam’s dismay. But more challenging than the kelpie they encounter, Jesse and Cesar’s relationship holds up a mirror, showing Dean and Cas the future they wish they could have. When Rowena and Charlie get involved, a shake-up is inevitable.
Sometimes, it's better to be alone | @notfunnydean
Rating: General
Word Count: 3724
Main Tags and Warnings: Dean thinks Sam and Cas are dating, crying Dean, jealous Dean
Summary: When Dean discovers, that Sam and Castiel are in a relationship, he does the right thing. He runs.
Only Children and Fools Tell the Ttruth | @notfunnydean
Rating: General
Word Count: 4163
Main Tags and Warnings: De-aged Cas, De-aged Dean, curses, baby sitter!Sam, shy!Dean, Dean has no filter as a kid
Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam finds himself with two children alone in the woods. Dean doesn’t seem to trust him at first, but he cares about Castiel even more and lets a well kept secret out.
I've fallen in love many times… but always with you | @notfunnydean
Rating: General
Word Count: 2660
Main Tags and Warnings: Castiel is in love, Dean is jealous, sneaky Castiel, obvious Dean, first kiss
Summary: Dean and Cas are alone in the bunker, when Castiel wants to know if Dean has ever been in love. In return Castiel tells him about a special person he is in love with. Dean needs to know more. For reasons.
Genie in a Bottle | @thursdays-fallen-angel
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 29454
Main Tags and Warnings: Genie!Cas, side Dean/Lisa
Summary: When Dean finds (okay, steals) a bottle containing a strange, glowing blue substance, he does so thinking it's a cool novelty, at best. It didn't exactly cross his mind that the substance might be a living being, let alone a grumpy, sarcastic, perpetually-underdressed genie waiting for a new master. But now that he has a bona fide genie at his disposal, well-what better chance will he have to help things along with Lisa?
Except, things don't always go as expected, relationships are complicated, magic is never the solution, and sometimes the person you want isn't the person you need.
Lost Time | @mittensmorgul
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 7963
Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words, Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Newly Human Castiel, Love Confessions, First Kiss
Summary: Dean figured Cas was only trying to let him down easy. He needed a little bit of time to figure out how to deal with it.
Take Residence In My Bones | @babybluecas
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 34667
Main Tags and Warnings: implied major character death, canon divergent, angst, angelic possession
Summary: Being chained to a comet is not how Dean would describe an angelic possession. It’s dark, it’s scary and most of all, confusing. When, with help of Castiel’s voice, he manages to make sense of the new experience, he finally finds some peace of mind not only for himself but for the angel as well.
While their relationship unfolds in the seclusion of Dean’s head, the final battle of the Civil War in Heaven approaches inexorably and every step of their hunt for Raphael gets them closer to not being so close anymore. The question is: will Dean be able to let go?
The Return Policy | @castielrisingabove
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 32550
Main Tags and Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Witch Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Incubus Dean, Accidental Bonding
Summary: What's the worst spell an asexual witch like Castiel could cast? Turns out it's the kind that gets him accidentally bonded to an incubus named Dean. Now, Castiel's stuck on a road trip with a sex demon companion as the unlikely pair search for another way to break the bond.
Circuitry and Dust | @almaasi
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 23206
Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Antique Shops, Fluff, Romance, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Antique Dealer Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Castiel, Virgin Castiel, Gamer Dean, Electrician Dean, Talking Birds, Dean in Panties
Summary: Castiel's antiquity trading shop is a force to be reckoned with. Last week it was the pipes, this week it's the lights and the crate of ancient gunpowder. Dean, being skilled at many things, regularly drops by to fix what needs fixing. The two of them are excellent friends, and nothing can come between them - not even the shop's resident myna bird and her highly improper vocabulary, most of which Castiel insists he didn't teach her. Now, skip forward a bit. When Castiel discovers Dean's romantic affections are directed at someone other than him, the support he gives Dean regardless of his own feelings brings plenty of matters to a head.
Turns out, the answer to his woes was right under his nose the whole time...
Without Further Ado | @almaasi
Rating: General
Word Count: 5807
Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Romance, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Requited Love, Laundry, Hunting, Lists, Epistolary, Everyone Is Alive, Love Confessions, Best Friends, Comfortably Bisexual Dean, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Mutual Pining
Summary: Dean discovers a decade-old list in his pocket entitled "Reasons not to be with Cas". Every single reason is irrelevant now. So what's stopping them, exactly?
Wee Little Love Child | @almaasi
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 10649
Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Kid Fic, Schmoop, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Team Free Will, De-Aged Sam Winchester, Cursed Sam, Mistaken for a Couple, Sam Ships Castiel/Dean, Matchmaker Sam, Rowena Ships Castiel/Dean, Matchmaker Rowena, Parent Castiel, Parent Dean, Affectionate Dean, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Sam Walks in on Castiel/Dean
Summary: After being magically de-aged, little Sammy is under the impression that Dean and Cas are his parents. He wants to know if they're in love, but they can't (or won't) give a consistent answer. The thing is, they have to grant Sam's greatest wish in order to reverse the curse, but they can only do that as a pair. What does Sam want most? For Dean and Cas to express their true feelings. Aloud. To each other.
He Called Me Honey | @almaasi
Rating: General
Word Count: 3247
Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Schmoop, Romance, First Kiss, Flustered Dean, Supportive Sam, Terms of Endearment, Pet Names, Pancakes, Breakfast, Bisexual Dean, Nesting Dean, Angel Castiel, Food as a Metaphor for Love
Summary: After having a weird dream in which he kisses Cas, Dean accidentally discusses the matter with Sam over pancakes. (Then Cas shows up. Dean is a flustered mess.)
Note to Self: Cas Loves You | @almaasi
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 3404
Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Fluff, Drunk Dean, Bisexual Dean, Caring Castiel, Holding Hands, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Sam Knows, set somewhere around season 4/5
Summary: Dean is not just drunk – he is VERY drunk. Castiel ushers him back to their motel room, completely aware that by the time Dean wakes up tomorrow, he won't remember anything about tonight. What better time for Castiel to confess his love?
The Moonlighter and the Magician | @almaasi
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 67259
Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Historical, 1920s, Prohibition, Romance, Fluff, Drama, Social Commentary, Slow Burn, Musician Castiel, Thief Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Agender Castiel, Smart Castiel, Musician Dean, Magician Dean, Past Sex Worker Dean, Wanderlust, Neighbors, Friends to Lovers, Sensual Attraction, Sexual Incompatibility, Bath Sex, Bathing/Washing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Newspapers, Happy Ending, Protective Sam
Summary: A Dean/Cas 1920s AU. Castiel is a jewel thief, notorious and revered in New York City. For five years he’s been unstoppable, untraceable. Like a bird courting a mate, he brings gifts to his neighbour’s window, hoping to impress the other man with glittering gems. All Castiel wants is to leave and travel the world with Dean. But although Dean’s heart is consumed with yearning for his peculiar friend, after years of being bought and broken by other people, he cannot easily give up the security of home. Can he put all his trust in the man he loves and choose adventure, or will Castiel be forced to fly away alone?
Symbols of Affection | @almaasi
Rating: General
Word Count: 4865
Main Tags and Warnings: Romance, Light-Hearted, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Crack, Emojis, Texting, Cupcakes, Sleepy Dean, Dean is Bad at Feelings, Baker Castiel, Elephants, Castiel and Dean in Love, First Kiss
Summary: Dean texts Cas a kissy-face emoticon by mistake. However, when he sees Cas' reply, he starts to think maybe it wasn't a mistake after all.
In Which Dean Frogs Up | @almaasi
Rating: General
Word Count: 6326
Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Canon, Crack, Fluff, Romance, Animal Transformation, True Love's Kiss, Fairy Tale Curses, Moondoor, Oblivious Dean, Dean in Panties, Bisexual Dean, Prince Dean, Prince Castiel (sort of), Coming Out, Charlie Ships It, Oblivious Sam, Love Confessions, First Kiss, set somewhere in season 8
Summary: Dean transforms himself into a frog by mistake, bang in the middle of Charlie's Moondoor tent. Only true love's kiss will put him back to normal. But who the hell is Dean's true love?! Since it's not Charlie or Sam, maybe Cas can shed some light.
Make You Feel My Love | @sternchencas
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 24371
Main Tags and Warnings: fluff and smut, mutual pining, tattooed!Cas, music festival
Summary: For the first time in his life, Dean has a ticket to the ‘Heaven on Earth Music Festival’ and after enjoying a weekend full of music, fast food, and freaky people, he takes a late night walk over the festival grounds to say goodbye. Little does he know that the weekend is far from over and that fate has a gift for him - a tall, dark, and tattooed gift. Castiel regrets many things in his life, but in the midst of a sea of tents, he makes a choice that leads fate to finally give him a break - a hot, sweet break, in need of an angel.
Love Around The Corner | @sternchencas
Rating: General
Word Count: 3468
Main Tags and Warnings: librarian!Cas, secret notes, fluff
Summary: Castiel works at the library and finds notes hidden in the returned books, addressed to him. Will he find out who's sending them?
Changing Seasons | @mouthwashh
Rating: General
Word Count: 1792
Main Tags and Warnings: 12x12 Coda, confession, first kiss
Summary: And so the hope dies and Dean is left in a desolate kitchen with the resolve that his angel will never show.
Hold onto me, breathe, breathe, you can breathe, you’re not drowning | @60r3d0m
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 4538
Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual Pining, Love Potion/Spell, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: Dean grins. “You don’t wanna try it?”
Cas rolls his eyes.
“These usually work on first sight, Dean, so unless you want me to fall in love with you, I suggest you put it away.”
Dean licks his lips.
He watches Cas’ mouth.
Then he tucks the love potion into the Gross Stuff drawer and turns away.
Drive, Darling | @goldenboydean
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 43782
Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual pining, slow burn, bed sharing, homophobic language, john winchester's a+ parenting, bisexual dean winchester
Summary: It's the last day of July and the air is thick with heat and road dust. Dean Winchester is waiting for his new lodger, some photographer from Chicago coming down to take pictures of the famous covered bridges in the area. And when Castiel Novak arrives at the Winchester farm both men develop a bond that grows stronger as the days go by. But Cas is only here for a short stay and Dean fears that falling for him would only end in a heartbreak. Some things, however, are inevitable.
Summer is in full bloom in Madison County, Iowa. Hot, cloudless and ripe with possibilities.
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Continued from here x
☆ ~ {dean.}
«Uhh… »
Dean hasn’t thought that far. Hasn’t thought that much. He doesn’t FEEL like her dad. Usually, guys are given some time to process things like this, and then they get babies, not grown and inquiring teenagers.
Does she know how to tie her own shoes? Has she learned how to read? Does she have hobbies that don’t involve murderous intent? What do the Amazons teach children? WhatCAN they teach children in a matter of days?
And what’s he got to use as an example of how to parent anyway? John Winchester is dead. Not like the guy took him to baseball games or anything anyway. And Bobby…
He stares at the flask.
Bobby would’ve known the answer. Would’ve had some sort of Bobby-wisdom to offer. But no dice. He’s on his own here. Bobby’s gone, and Sam sure as hell isn’t going to offer any sort of positive input on this. Sam didn’t want this. But Dean can’t just leave her. But he’s got no idea what to do with her.
He glimpses her out of the corner of his eye. He does this every so often, just for a second, his heart racing a little harder every time he picks one of his own traits out of her. There are…surprisingly a lot. He wasn’t expecting that. Makes it harder to deny.
«Uhh… » he repeats, shaking his head, trying to rattle his brain for some sort of ‘how-to’ in this situation. He’s got ‘how to exorcise a demon’ and ‘how to gank a skinwalker’, but surprisingly nothing on how to talk to the teenage daughter you just found out you had, who now seems to be your responsibility, «I guess you can just call me Dean for now.» ‘ he shrugs uncomfortably.
He feels wrong saying it, guilty even. But there’s no attachment to the word ‘father’- and they both know it. «What about you, kid?» he stumbles awkwardly, far more so than usual, giving the flask another gaze. It would help right now. For awhile. «Have any hobbies?»
It wasn’t meant to be a difficult question, more a practicality. Still, given the complexity of their relationship, how could it be anything but? If Emma were a normal Amazon, she would be back with the Sisterhood right now, celebrating her successful passing of her Blood Rite. She would be learning the ways of the Amazons beyond the cram sessions on ‘how to kill your father’.
A strange energy tickles at the back of Emma’s neck as Dean looks at his flask, there and gone in an instant like a crackle of electricity. That was what had brought him back to Lydia’s house that first day, she remembered. From here on out, she would always be Lydia, just Lydia... it was too painful to remember her as ‘Mom’ even though Emma still wore the necklace that she had gotten from her. Emma wondered what it was about that simple piece of metal and leather that was so important to the older man.
At this point, Emma is still having a hard time believing that Dean had actually taken her with him. She just couldn’t wrap her head around why he would do that. He didn’t know her. She had been there to kill him. Sure, in the end she hadn’t been able to go through with it. The lie that she had spun as to why she was there at his hotel room, somehow, had become the truth. When Sam had burst in, gun drawn, Emma had dropped her knife. And Dean had protected her.
“Me?” she repeats, not having expected a question of her own to stumble over the answer to. “Uhh...”
She swore, she wasn’t trying to mirror Dean, but casting around for an answer looked the same on her as it did on him. “We... we weren’t really allowed a lot of time for hobbies,” she admits. She didn’t really want to go into the details of training with the other young Amazons, not yet... maybe not ever. “The Elders were a little more focused on... bootcamp.”
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