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[spnangelsanddemons-rb]

Title: The Angel Next Door (and the Zombie Squirrel) Author: FriendofCarlotta (@friendofcarlotta) Artist: jollyrolls (@jollyrolls) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Tags: Modern AU, Angel Cas, Fluff and Crack, Romantic Comedy, Dead Squirrel (or is it?) Word count: 9,264 Featured characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester Featured relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Summary: Dean’s life is fine. He might get a little lonely sometimes, but that’s to be expected when you’re a single guy in your forties. But then a new neighbor moves in next door — an extremely hot, blue-eyed neighbor who seems to be some kind of magnet for bizarre and miraculous events. (Listen, that squirrel was dead. Dean’s sure of it.)

Will Dean solve the mystery of the man next door?

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[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 4

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2417

Chapter warnings: some violence, language

A/N:  I know it has been AGES since I wrote, i'm trying to get back into it. I know nothing really exiting happens in this chapter but it is one of the most complicated stories I have done and it needs some building. I really hope you like it!

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“The truth, Dean.”

Those words keep coming back to me. What truth? About what she did or does Heaven know more than they let on?

We kept researching but it’s useless, aside from the codex we have nothing on her. But something about her bugs me. Not only that her smells seem to linger everywhere I go, but I think that I have been sleeping better because of her, how? I have no idea...

“I think we need to go to Heaven and see what is up there.” Sam interrupts my thoughts.

“I asked Cas to look into it. He’s been gone for days. You think he’s alright?” I start, “What if Heaven doesn’t want Cas to tell us and they kept him?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if they did that.” Sam sighs, “We can summon him.”

“Let’s do that.”

While Sam and I prepare the summoning my mind keeps wandering to my dreams.

Tonight was different, normally it’s just me on my back floating and these phantom hands that gently touch my face and chest.

Tonight I could have sworn I felt lips too, gently pressing against my cheeks and neck, and there was this soft rain, I felt gentle drops falling on my face.

“Dean?” Sam pulls my head from the clouds.

“Huh what?” I look at him.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it.”

“I’m good, I was just thinking, do you…” I look up at him and wait for him to stop messing with the sigils for the summoning, “Do you smell jasmine too?”

“What? No I smell chalk.” He says while holding up the white piece of chalk.

“I don’t mean now, but just in general.”

“No? Why?”

“Nothing, just forget it and let’s get our angel back.” I sigh.

We do the summoning and Cas appears right in the circle we have drawn.

“Cas!” My eyes widen and I run to him when I see the state he is in.

He collapses to the floor just when I reach him, his nose is bleeding, his lip is split, he has numerous cuts on his cheek and his entire face is bruised.

“What the hell happened!” I demand when Sam and I help him sit up on a chair.

“H-Heaven” He grunts out, “I found out what happened and they didn’t want you to know, so they kept me. Until your summoning forced me out.”

“Why wouldn’t they want us to know! We’re trying to help them.” Sam grunts out while getting a first aid kit for Cas.

“They don’t want humans like you to interfere with their business.” Cas says.

“Assholes” I groan, “What did she do?”

“She created an anomaly in the time line.”

“What?”

“She went back in time and did something, I don’t know what. And Heaven wants to fix what she did but she is not letting them do it.”

“Do you know what she did?” I ask him.

He shakes his head, “I’m not even sure Heaven knows what happened. But it explains the world wide blast, messing with time line has a worldwide effect.”

I fall back in my chair, “can’t we ever catch a fucking break?”

“What now?” Sam starts “We can’t fix it, what are the consequences of what she did?”

“Heaven doesn’t want to wait and find out the consequences.” He grunts and stands up “I need to go back in time and see for myself.” He hoists himself up but he’s barely able to stand on his own.

“Woah woah take it easy.” I say as I help him sit back down, “You can barely stand, let alone time travel. Come just” I push him back in the chair and he lets himself sit with a rough exhaled breath “Rest for now. I’m sure her army isn’t ready yet.”

“We don’t know that.” Sam says.

“I think we would notice if an army of the death was walking the Earth.” I remark.

Sam is giving me a look, a dirty one. Like when we were younger and I was hiding an injury and got a heavy infection, he’s giving me that same look. Angry but worried.

“What.” I snap at him.

“Why do act like this when it comes to her?” he asks.

“What?” I frown “What the hell are you talking about!”

“I’m talking about how you tried  to stop a freaking bullet for her!”

I knew this was coming, ever since I did that Sam had been giving me wary glances.

“It was just instinct! I reacted to the sound!” I walk closer to him and throw my hands up in frustration, “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’ve been around guns your whole life! You have never had this instinct before so it’s bullshit, and what about your dreams? You really expect me to believe she miraculously backed off?” Sam half yelled.

“Yes! I have no control over them and I’m sure you would notice when I have nightmares again. Get off my back, Sam. We’re supposed to fight her. Not each other.” I quip back.

“I… yeah I’m sorry, nothing here just makes sense” Sam starts, “We need to know what she did in the past.”

“Once I regain my strength, I can find out.” Cas says from the chair he is slumped in.

I nod and go sit next to him and pat him on the shoulder “Rest first.”

“Why help us?” I wonder to Rowena.

“Because I care for Earth, you nimwit” Rowena says to me.

“And you’re sure this will work?” Sam is holding the list of ingredients with the spell to capture The Raven on it.

“I guess, you’ll have to just trust me, Samuel”

“What about ‘not risking’ your neck. This sounds exactly like that.” I look at Rowena.

She’s become an ally to us. Knowing the Queen of Hell definitely has it’s perks. Funny how she used to be our enemy. She and Sam get along well, despite the fact that Sam killed her.

“Raising an army of the dead will stop the souls from entering Hell, my kingdom is on the line here. I wouldn’t earn to be Queen if I didn’t protect it. And I will hide when she arrives.” She smirks, “She might be the Queen of Death but I am the Queen of Hell, I have some tricks up my sleeve.”

“Cas has enough power to find some of these ingredients, I will give him the list” Sam says, he leaves to bring the list to Cas’s room.

Rowena is looking at me, actually she’s been looking at me since she arrived.

“What?” I ask her.

“Are you feeling well, Winchester?” she comes closer and looks me over, frowning a little while doing so.

“Yes? Why?”

“I don’t know… there’s something different about you, something feels off.”

“Different? Like what? Am I dying? Is it my soul?” I get worried, I have felt a little off recently, nothing bad, actually, it felt even good, very good. The ‘too good to be true’ kind of thing.

“I can’t put my finger on it… it started when you met the Raven? How do you feel?” she asks me.

“Yes, around that time, I feel… good. Really good.” I answer.

“Well, if it is good, there is nothing to worry about.” She shrugs.

Sam and Cas come back, carrying all the ingredients. Boxes and bottles of weird fluids and dust and even some bones.

Man, I hate withes.

“Oh you have everything already?” I say.

“Yes, so let’s do this.” Sam starts, “I don’t want to wait any longer, she needs to be dealt with, now.”

He sounds so determined to end her. I don’t think trapping her here is the smartest idea. She could bring this whole place down. Our home… I don’t want to lose it.

And the warning she gave me keeps haunting me, what truth, what is she hiding?

“Everyone ready?” Sam announces.

“I guess” I say a little unsure.

Rowena preforms the spell and disappears, the whole bunker starts shaking. The circle made of German forest herbs starts to burn wildly.

“Sam! End it!” I scream over the chaos.

“No! she’s almost here!” Cas yells back.

With a big blast, she arrives. Hunched in the middle of the circle. Her sleek long black hair is shielding her face. Her pale skin looks even more white against the concrete floor of the bunker.

I hear Sam draw in a sharp breath, and I realize, he never saw her in the flesh. He takes a step back when she rises and aims her empty eye sockets at us.

“You fools” her seethes at us, her voice sounds like a thousand voices in one. My entire body shivers at the sound of it.

“I am done warning you” she walks, no floats, to the edge of the circle, easily going over the herbs and going straight towards Sam.

Sam staggers back and he’s paler than I have ever seen him before. She reaches for him, but I push her sideways before she can.

“Don’t touch him, bitch” I stand in front of my little brother.

“Always protecting Sammy, daddy really beat that into your head, huh?” she mocks.

How does she know that… I told no one about the abusive behavior of my dad, not even Sam.

“Get the fuck back” I warn her, no one touches Sammy, especially not witches.

“Or what? You’re powerless against me, so is your angel and don’t think I can’t smell that Hell bitch Rowena.” She looks behind me at Sam “besides, Sam’s the only one I haven’t met yet. The vessel of Satan, how does it feel to be made for evil, Sammy?”

I push her, she doesn’t move one inch, but she does step back, in shock.

“DON’T touch me!” she spits at me.

“Don’t get near my brother and I won’t have to. Now can we act like adults or are you going to keep acting like a bitch?” I cross my arms over my chest and try to look not intimidated, but I am. She’s terrifying as fuck.

She straightens fully and looks me in the eyes with her empty sockets. Shivers spread over every inch of my skin. Where is her other body? The pretty one.

“Why summon me, knowing you have no way of protecting yourself.” she begins, “I warned you enough, feel my consequences.”

She clenches her fist and all three of us, even Cas, fall on our knees. The pain is like nothing I’ve felt before, it’s burning and stabbing at the same time.

“Stop!” Rowena appears with her hands raised, purple magic lifting the pain in our intestines slightly. But it is still unbearable.

“Let them go.” Rowena says, “Stop this now.”

“Or what?” she tilts her head at Rowena while dropping her fist. The pain evaporates and I can breathe again.

“You’ll hurt me? You’re no match for me Rowena. Stay out of this or I’ll take Hell down too.”

“What did you do to the timeline” Cas grunts out.

Her head snaps towards Cas, she briskly walks over to him and lifts him up in the air by his shirt. She’s extremely strong.

“How do you know that.” She snaps at him.

“Because you did a sloppy job, bitch.” I say. “What did you do? Made yourself powerful? Stole something or killed someone?”

She drops Cas and looks at all of us. “The smart move is to back off,” she looks at me, “You won’t like what you find.”

“The truth? And what is that exactly?” I say.

She’s looking at me, but I can’t read her expression. The eyes tell so much about a person. I often use the eyes of people to read them, to see if they’re lying or afraid. But with her, It is impossible.

“None of you wants to know. Trust me”

“Trust you?” Sam scoffs “You’re raising an army of the dead to march against Heaven. How is that in our interest?”

“Heaven is a liar and evil. You all have enough experience to know that!” she screams in frustration, “I am wasting my time here.”

“If Heaven is the bad guy here, why not let us help you?” maybe allying with her could prevent a war.

From the look Sam is giving me he thinks I am crazy, and maybe I am a little. She could be speaking the truth, Heaven has betrayed us many times. What makes it different this time?

“You help me?” she starts laughing “You hunters are nothing but ants underneath my feet.”

She looks each of us down, ending on me “I hate all of you.”

“Then why not kill us? You keep warning us, all bark but no bite.” I step closer to her, because I noticed that in fact, she doesn’t kill us. Hurt, yes. But never kill.

Her mask of horror witch slips and I see her clenching her jaw in frustration. A first sight of real emotion on her side. Meaning, she won’t kill us.

“You need us witch bitch?” I lean closer to her and that jasmine smell is wrapping around my body, making me smile.

“I do not.”

“But you can’t kill us.” I grin “So your threats are empty.”

My first mistake was laughing at her, my second was standing so close to her.

Her hand snaps out and grips my neck, her nails digging into my skin, drawing blood. She lifts me up in the air. My hands grasp her hand, trying to lessen the pressure and pulling myself up so I can breathe. In the corner of my eye I see Sam and Cas moving towards me.

“One more move and I snap his neck like a twig, I’ll deal with the consequences” she says to them but keeps her face on me.

She brings my face so close that her nose is touching mine, and I have a feeling she wants to pull me even closer.

Probably to feel me choke and see the fear in my eyes better.

“You are not stopping me from ripping that place out of the sky and burning it down. I don’t care who gets caught in the crossfire. They deserve to burn for what they took from me.” Her eyebrows lift up a little at that last sentence, as if she didn’t mean to let that information slip.

She drops me to the floor and when I catch my breath to look at her, she’s gone.

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[ellayuki]

05102022 - Supernatural

Suptober2022 - Day 5 - A Perfect Disaster

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A 'hot mess' Castiel thinks is the appropriate term as he watches a bleary-eyed Deans stumble into the bunker kitchen in the morning. His hair is all over the place, his t-shirt is inside-out and the wrong way around, and he keeps bumping into and tripping over just about everything in his way before he manages to reach the counter with the already made mug of strong, black coffee.

His content little groan after this first sip (aka, after he downs half the mug in one large gulp) is, in Castiel's honest and entirely unbiased opinion, absolutely adorable.

"Good morning, Dean."

From behind his coffee, Dean mumbles something in the vicinity of "M'ning, Cas," eyes closed, and most of his weight leaning against the counter.

Cas can't help wondering at his luck, this absolute blessing that is being allowed to be here, now, and being allowed to witness Dean at his most relaxed, his most vulnerable. "I was thinking," he says, before he does something embarrassing too early in the morning. "If you're not too hungry right now, and when you're more awake, of course, we could go grab breakfast in town?"

Dean hums, and for a second, Cas thinks maybe he's still half asleep and not really processing what Castiel tells him. But, "'M awake." And then, "Sounds good. Don't feel like cooking," Dean mumbles and plops himself at the table in front of Cas. "You're drivin', though."

Seconds later, his head is pillowed on his arms, and he's snoring softly.

Cas shakes his head, fond and too in love, and thinks, yes, 'hot mess' is appropriate.

'Perfectly beautiful disaster' works even better, though.

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[winchestersworld4]

Crazy Girls on Planes

Reader gets a shock when a stranger on a plane shows her a little kindness on a bad day. 

Word Count: 6400

Would love for any other writers to jump on and help me navigate tumblr, I’ve only used fanfiction in the past, let me know if I’m totally screwing this up over here!

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“I don’t understand… I-I have my ticket?” You repeated yet again to the flight attendant as you stood in the isle of the plane while everyone loaded.

“Yes ma’am, I’m aware. Apparently, there was a glitch in the system and the same seat was booked twice. Once for you, and once for the gentlemen who’s currently seated with his friends.”

You looked up to the group of frat boys, sighing as you realized winning this battle would be just as worse of a punishment as losing it would be, anywhere else on the plane would be better than being the girl who forced their friend away.

“Is there anywhere else I can sit?” You asked with a polite smile. The last thing you wanted to do was get off of this damn plane when you worked so hard to force yourself to get on it. You knew if you got back off, there was a chance you’d call him.

You’d cave.

You’d go back.

You couldn’t let that happen, because fuck him. He doesn’t get to choose for you anymore.

“We’re gonna finish boarding everyone back here, but I think we may be able to place you in first class. We had a cancellation at the last minute.”

“Okay, thank you.” You breathed. You waited about 10 more minutes standing awkwardly at the attendant’s area until she came back for you.

“This way please.” She smiled wide. “We found a great spot for you, it is however the window. If you don’t mind?”

“No that’s fine. Anything is fine.”

“Okay, follow me then!”

You followed her to the front of the plane, sitting in the 3rd row of seats to the window against the left side of the plane. You smiled when you realized the seat next to you was empty. First class was much nicer, only two seats but the same space as the 3 seat isles, so you could breathe your own air. You preferred the isle because you get claustrophobic, you’re already terrified of planes, and you were still on edge from the dramatic break up that took place only hours ago.

You were a mess.

Anxious. Sad. Angry.

Messy bun and scrub pants, and your favorite old hoodie on in between.

Your make up was left over, and thank you Jesus for lash extensions because without them you’d look like a chronically ill person. They were the only thing giving your face some dimension right now as they contrasted with your eye color.

You sat back and closed your eyes. Angry that you had forgotten your ear buds and had taken the last of your anxiety medication on the plane ride up here.

You tried to make your mind wander as you listened to the flight attendants move about and make final preparations, but just as you were sure it was time to close up and start the safety speech someone came jogging up the aisle.

A tall man in a black cap, black jacket, and blue jeans rushed to the seat beside you. You instantly turned to face the window, not wanting to make conversation. It was obvious as he slightly huffed to catch his breath that he had almost missed the flight and was probably running through the airport from God knows where.

He settled in quietly and you could barely see him glance at you from your peripheral vision as he placed his ear buds in and the flight attendants began their speech now that all the doors were closed.

The plane began to make its way down the runway and the engine got louder and louder.

THIS was why you HAD to have your earbuds, or ear plugs, or anything to help reduce the noise. For some reason every groan of the engines and clicking noise convinced you that the engine was going to fail and you’d fall out of the sky to your death.

It was loud and overwhelming and you tried to force yourself to take deep breaths as the plane increased in speed. The wheel bumped against something on the ground and shook the cabin, you instantly reached over and grabbed the arm rests, except one of them was occupied and you grabbed a hand by mistake.

“Whoa, you okay sweetheart?” The man asked taking his ear bud out as you pulled your hand back after shortly making contact with him.

“Sorry.” You barely breathed out as you forced yourself to push air in and out of your lungs. Biting down on your lip as the wheels lifted and the plane lifted into the air.

“It’s okay, almost over.” He said as he reached down and grabbed your hand, letting you squeeze his far too hard as he rubbed his thumb in circles.

Finally, the plane became slightly calmer and more level, and you were finding yourself able to take in one solid deep breath as you opened your eyes.

“You good now?” He asked gently.

“Yes. I’m so, so sorry!” You sighed as you turned to look at him, pulling your hand away slowly as he released you. You thought you were as embarrassed as you possibly could be forcing a stranger to hold your hand because you’re a chicken shit, but no.

Oh no.

It gets so much better.

“Oh… my.” You stuttered as you finally looked up to his face. “Yo-you’re Jensen Ackles.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “That’s what my passport says.”

You looked at him, still slightly stunned as he looked back. Then you slightly leaned forward and pressed your fingers against your head as you began to laugh quietly, a sudden case of the giggles finding its way to you at the absolute worse time- now he definitely thinks you’re crazy.

“Uhhh… I don’t know if I should be insulted or not.” He mused.

“Oh. I-I am. I’m so sorry. It just…” You threw your hands up slightly. “God obviously has a sense of humor.”

Jensen stared at you with a funny look on his face before he lifted his hand to get the attention of the attendant not far from him, you watched in horror. Convinced he was going to ask for a new seat and you had hit an entirely new low in your life.

“Excuse me, can we get two jack and cokes? On my tab please.” He smiled, she nodded and he thanked her.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously.

“Well. I’m buying you a drink, and then you’re going to tell me about God’s sense of humor.”

“That’s basically my life in one catchphrase.” You smirked.

“Well sweetheart we got about 4 hours left.” He challenged. “You obviously know my name, what’s yours?”

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Well (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you formally. I’m Jensen.”

“Oh, I’ve met you before.” You teased, unsure of where this confident humor was coming from since you’d been sulking or crying for the last 12 hours.

“Oh, so we’re old friends?” Jensen smiled as your drinks arrived. He pulled down his tray and set them both there in front of him. He nodded to yours as he picked his up for a swig.

“Oh no, not at all.” You said taking a small sip. “You were meeting hundreds of people that day, I probably blended into the background of your memory.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He challenged and you blushed.

“To be fair, I wasn’t acting like a lunatic that day so I may not have made the impression I’ve made today.”

“I don’t think you’re a lunatic, (Y/N). I think you’re upset. I think you need a drink and a chance to get whatever is in your head out in the open.”

You looked down and twisted your hands back and forth in your lap. Debating on just ripping the wound wide open and definitely letting him think you were a lunatic or airing on the side of caution.

“It was a con, I bet.” He mumbled while he waited for you to weigh out his offer.

“It was.” You chuckled. “I got a photo-op and an autograph, nothing spectacular on my part, but man you were the highlight of my day.”

You shook your head back and forth and leaned back against your seat as you took another sip.

“Well, so far you’ve been the highlight of mine. Today sucked.”

“I’m sorry.” You said honestly as you gave him a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad I could make it interesting.”

“I’m glad I could show you God’s sense of humor, how was that again?”

You sighed and smiled up to him.

“I am… a fucking mess right now.” You said plainly. Taking another drink before you started, letting the alcohol drop your guard a little. “I jumped on this plane to run away from my problems. I’m terrified of flying. I’m out of my meds that I usually taken when I have to fly. I left half of my shit in the hurry to pack, so I have no ear buds which is why we’re having this conversation now. I am wearing scrub pants because to be honest that’s all I ever wear, even when I’m not working- sue me. They’re easy to clean. I haven’t brushed my hair in a day, and I’m sure I’m only wearing make up on one half of either of my eyes. So yes… to sit beside Jensen Ackles on a plane, today of ALL days. Is God’s sense of humor.”

You threw back the last of your drink before setting the glass bottoms up on his tray table.

“Although, between you and the frat boys who would have hated me in coach, this is definitely the better option.”

“Yeah, how did you end up here anyways? I always book both seats and cancel one at the very last minute so I don’t have to sit with anyone. I was sure I had the wrong seat at first, but I double checked and here I was. Well technically, I was by the window. But I’m not picky.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You said feeling bad now that you’ve invaded his space.

“No- no don’t. I’m glad you’re here. These 4 hours are going to fly by.”

“Haha, cheesy plane jokes.” You rolled your eyes as you tried to hide the stupid grin plastered on your face. “They double booked my seat, and the guy who’s in it is one of about six frat guys all sitting together. The flight attendant took pity on me and offered me the last minute cancellation.”

“Lucky you.” Jensen winked.

“Yes. Any other day, lucky me.”

Jensen called for 2 more drinks as he drank the last of his as well.

“So what are you running from?”

“Uhhhh… I just left my fiancé about oh… 7 hours ago. On the day of his sister’s wedding.”

“Wow.” Jensen nodded.

“Yeah. Uh. Kinda hard to stick it out when you find him fucking the maid of honor in the bathroom, but… It was a long time coming anyways. I think I tried to ignore all the flags, and God’s sense of humor gave me one I couldn’t ignore.”

“So you think he had been unfaithful before too?”

“Probably, but it wasn’t just that. It was the controlling everything in my life that started to suffocate me. I mean. When we first started dating it was so nice to have someone order for me and surprise me at dinner or push me to try something new. It was nice to have someone else drive everywhere. It was romantic to let him make plans for us.”

“But…” Jensen pushed, glad he was finally getting you to open up a little.

“When we got engaged, it was like a whole new level. As soon as I said yes he started pushing. First it was how we were going to tell everyone and who I was going to call first. I wanted to call my mom, but instead we made a surprise appearance at his parent’s dinner party so they could be the first ones to know. They put it on Facebook before I ever even got to call my mom.”

“Ouch. That one was a tough one I’m sure.”

“Not really. My mom was very understanding, which made me feel worse.” You shrugged as your second round of drinks arrived and you reached for yours with a small ‘thanks’.

“How long were you together?”

“Together almost 4 years, engaged about a year and half of that. We were trying to plan the wedding, but he shot down everything I’ve asked or picked out so it wasn’t getting us very far, although I guess I should be thankful for that now.”

“Yeah, but. It’s okay if you’re not.”

You looked up to him, kind of surprised that he wasn’t chanting some new single life mantra. Jensen had always come off as happy go lucky, and upbeat. You were betting on him to be the kind that cheered you on with a ‘fuck him’ and a ‘you deserve so much more’ blah blah blahh…

“It’s okay if you miss him.” Jensen said softly. “It’s okay if you second guess this. If you get scared and wonder if you made the right choice by leaving and not trying to work it out.”

You continued to stare at him, slightly dumfounded.

“It’s okay to feel like you’re going to mourn that part of your life. I mean… you’re what. 25? 4 years is a long time in your 20s. It’s a lot of changes and growth in that period of time, and it’s okay if you are sad about losing someone who was there for so much of it.”

“Why do you make it sound so normal?” You whispered.

“Because it is normal, (Y/N).” He assured you. “It’s normal to miss someone even if they were shitty. It’s normal to grieve the things you lost, even if they were things that hadn’t happened yet. You can still be happy to get away from such a terrible person, but miss everything you had.”

You looked away from him and out the window, trying to force the tears at the brim of your eyes to go back in. You did NOT want to cry in front of this man.

“Also- fuck him. You will be so better off without him.” Jensen then said with a cheery smile which made you turn back to him and giggle slightly.

“Yeah. I think you’re right about that.”

“So was the rock big?” He asked as he bounced his eyebrows.

“Yes. It’s huge actually.” You said as you fished it out of your pocket and held it up to him. He let out a low whistle.

“Well I just so happen to know that by law he cannot ask for this back, it was a gift. Any lawyer will side with you, and you should cash that baby in for a vacation you actually want to go on.”

“That, actually sounds amazing.” You smiled as you took another small sip.

“Where would you go?”

“Probably somewhere in the mountains. Don’t get me wrong, the beach is fun. The ocean and the sand, I love it. But it’s the only place we’ve vacationed in years, he had no interest in the mountains. I wanna wake up, look outside and see snowcaps and ridges for miles. Cold air and warm blankets. Fire place at night, stars brighter than I ever get to see back home.”

“Well then it sounds like you’ve got a vacation to book. I actually have a trip booked to Colorado in the next few months… maybe, uh. We can bump into each other and I’ll buy you another drink.”

“Oh that is sweet of you, but you are totally not obligated to take pity on the sloppy woman who stole your seat on the plane.” You assured him, looking down at your feet as you spoke.

“Did this asshole also tell you that you had to be put together to be beautiful? Because if he did he’s an even bigger shit bag. If I was taking pity on you, I’d offer you the extra pair of ear buds out of my bag and  order another drink for myself.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about me, Ackles. Why would you wanna do something like that? I could be crazy… I mean. More crazy then I’ve already displayed myself to be.”

“Because.” He chuckled. “You’re real. You’re not trying to impress me or show off. You’re not terrified to hold conversation, and I’m pretty sure God shared his sense of humor with you- that is sexy as hell. On your worst day you’ve turned mine around. So, I’d love to see what you got for me on a good day.”

You sat back and blushed, chewing on your lip slightly, trying to figure out if you had passed out in the airport and are currently having some vivid dream. Before you could reply, Jensen reached over and pinched you.

“Ow, what was that for?!”

“You’re not dreaming, (Y/N). This is not in your head. This is God’s sense of humor playing out to your favor… at least I hope you see it that way.”

“Well I didn’t spend 300 bucks for a photo op not to be a little shell shocked when Jensen Ackles asks me for a drink in the mountains…” You countered with a coy grin.

“Good. Consider it a date. We’re going the last weekend of September.”

“Should I just search the whole state for you?”

“No.” He laughed. “We’re gonna be in Breckenridge.”

“Okay… Breckenridge. Last weekend of September.” You nodded. He smiled back. “So why did you have a bad day today?”

“No way. I’m not complaining about my day after hearing about yours.” He shook his head.

“C’mon… you let me vent. Bought me liquor. Let me steal your seat- which had I known, I would have definitely taken the aisle because I’m claustrophobic as hell.”

“You think you’d be more comfortable if we swapped?”

“Actually… I’m not feeling so claustrophobic at the moment. Just. Warm and fuzzy.” You winked. He smiled back and bit down on his bottom lip. You swore you could have died in that exact moment and been happy on your way to the pearly gates. “Tell me about your day, Ackles.”

“Well.” He sighed. “I had to fly up for a funeral… old friend from school.”

“Jensen I’m so sorry.” You said reaching out and placing your hand on his instinctively. Many years in the hospital had taught you that death and dying sometimes just required a supportive touch, and you were quite accustomed to hugging and hand holding for family members as they grieved.

“It’s okay, he had been sick a long time. He’s not suffering, he’s at peace. He was loved, and that’s all any of us really want to have at the end of the day, right?”

“Yeah. It is. He must have been a great person to be important to you. You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who makes friends with assholes.”

“No, just crazy girls on a planes.” He teased. You let go of his hand to slightly shove him, but he quickly reached for it again. Your whole body felt a warm flush. “He was a great guy, we played ball together growing up. I feel bad, we lost touch for quite a while… just. Life got busy ya know?”

“That’s not your fault. That’s part of growing up.”

“I kept saying I was gonna fly in and visit with him, but… I waited to long. So today was the closest I got to being able to do that. I’m thankful for phones and stuff though, at least we got time to catch up from a distance.”

“I’m sure that meant a lot to him too, he probably knew your life was chaos right now with filming the show and everything. To know that you still thought of him, and made the time to talk to him. Even if it wasn’t in person. I’m sure that left an impact on him and his family.”

“Thanks, I hope so.” He sighed and then turned, obviously ready to change topics. “So, tell me something you’ve never said out loud.”

You pursed your lips as your eyes narrowed on him slightly, trying to decide if you should really let yourself get this vulnerable with Jensen Ackles of all people.

“I would probably let Sam Elliot tap this ass even when he’s 95 and can’t get it up.”

At that Jensen burst out in laughter, and you swore that you could never get tired of hearing that sound. He caught his breath, and turned to you.

“You are not the typical woman, are you?”

“Not so much.” You shrugged. “Or you’ve gotten me slightly drunk and I’ve made a fool of myself so far, not much worse I can do.”

“I’d cop a feel on Betty White purely to say I got to touch em.” Jensen countered. You gave him a look of mock surprise.

“Sir, how distasteful and absolutely attractive of you… I second that.” You said tapping your glass against his as you both took another small drink. “Okay. Honest answer. I know people say all the time that they would do everything the same, that things happen for a reason or whatever. But… there are things I would change. If I could go back, I’d never waste all the time I could have used for better things. I would have travelled more. I would have worked harder in school to avoid loans.”

“Call me crazy, but I’m glad you can’t because then I would have had an extremely sad plane ride home.”

“You never know… you may have met someone else. Someone pretty and fun to distract you.”

“I did meet someone pretty and fun, even if she is a little sad herself.”

You locked your eyes on his and you both sat there for a few seconds longer than necessary. Like you were really seeing each other for the first time.

“What about you, Ackles. Tell me something no one knows about the man who plays the great Dean Winchester.”

“Okay…” He took in a deep breath. “Dean and I have a few things in common. One of those being that all that cocky flirting is more of a front for a guy who struggles to accept that he deserves good things, wonders if he’s doing enough with his life.”

You tipped your head to the side slightly. Shocked to hear such an honest and vulnerable confession from him. You expected it to be a dirty secret from his time in Hollywood or something.

“What?” He asked, suddenly a little nervous as he tapped his foot and readjusted himself.

“You.”

“Me?”

“You honestly don’t understand how much you mean to people do you?” You said with a soft smile. “At that Con, there were so many people who were meeting you for the first time. All I could hear all day long was how nice you were to them, how you treated them like a real person, how you made them feel like you WANTED to be there with them. For some of them it was the highlight of their entire year… You made a difference to them. Not Dean- you. And those are just the strangers you met, listening to Jared or Misha or anyone else talk about how you treat people on set. How you show the upmost respect for any woman in a compromising scene. The way you protect Jared, take care of him. He’s honest enough with the fans that we all know he struggles. We all know that you love him, and that you obviously take care of the people you love. YOU Jensen, deserve good because you give good.”

“You hardly know me.” He shrugged.

“I know enough.” You countered. “You have done nothing but treat me much better than I deserve today. You will be the only reason I’ve smiled in the last 24 hours.”

“Thank you. For all of that…” He paused. “Man, this ex of yours must be a real dumbass to push around someone like you. Can I be honest with you for a moment, and you not get offended?”

“Sure.”

“From what little interaction we’ve had, I am honestly shocked you put up with someone pushing you around for so long. Let someone else make your decisions for you. You just don’t seem like the kind of woman who let’s anyone tell her what she can or can’t do. How the hell did he get you? And how did he manage to keep you for so damn long?”

You looked down to your lap again, chewing on your lip.

“Hey, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have.” He said noting the way you shut down almost immediately.

“We’re being honest right?” You said looking up to him. “No judgements?”

“No judgement… just a guy and a girl on a plane having a conversation. Call it Vegas, what’s said here, stays here.”

“I’m terrified of being alone.” You admitted quietly, a tear threatening to make its way down your face. You coughed to push the strain out of your voice before you continued. “He was so invested in me. He came into my life at a time when I didn’t have a lot of people, and he made himself present in every aspect I needed someone to be. I needed someone to be there when I was going through school and having a hard time, or help with rent when school required more time and my job fired me. I needed someone to force me out of the house, to make me call and speak to my friends and family when I hid myself in this box because I was too far in my own head to get out. It sounds so pathetic, and I hate it.” Your voice cracked for a minute and Jensen reached out and laced his fingers in yours again. “But I have no idea how to be alone, I forced myself to get on this plane because I knew I’d talk myself out of leaving him purely because I’m scared. I’m scared to go home alone.”

You avoided looking up, terrified to see the look on his face. He probably got way more than he bargained for there and surely he’ll be rescheduling his vacation now so that he doesn’t have to deal with you after today. You can’t blame him. He probably thinks you’re going to attach yourself to him now, what a nightmare that would be… the awkward silence was suffocating all of a sudden.

“You are probably the bravest person I’ve met.” He said after a few seconds longer. You looked up to him like he was the crazy one. He reached up and wiped the stray tear that fell down your face. “Oh, I’m serious. I mean, the fact that you’re on this plane. Means that you just looked your fear in the face and told it to fuck off. It means you realized you deserved more, and you went for it. That takes guts, sweetheart. If no one else on the planet will ever know that, and tell you how proud they are- then I will. Because I’m damn proud of you.”

“Well at least someone is.” You sighed as you leaned against his shoulder, surprising even yourself at the move. You were even more surprised when he let go of you and reached down, pushing up the arm rest that separated the two of you, then he swung his arm over your shoulders and let his thumb trace against your arm.

It was the single most comforting thing you’d felt in months.

“You know, you’re not sad or pathetic. He probably did love you, at some point. How could he not?” You looked up to him and rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that graced your face without your permission. “I’m serious, (Y/N). It’s not sad and I doubt you were getting played from the start. He probably fell in love with you, and who you were as a person. But I also think he recognized that fear in you, and eventually started to use it to his advantage… and that’s not love. He probably ended up cheating because even though he no longer loved you, he knew he could always control you and that part of him wasn’t going to let you leave.”

“Jensen Ackles… actor, director, singer, and now certified therapist for crazy women on planes.” You joked with a smirk. He replied with a classic Dean Winchester smile and you lost the ability to breathe for a moment.

“I just can’t stand the thought of you getting off of this plane feeling defeated, because you should feel so proud of yourself. You shouldn’t go home dwelling on how you wasted all those years. I think he loved you for some of those years, and he obviously helped you through some hard times. It wasn’t a waste, but it just wasn’t what you needed any longer. You need to know you can stand on your own two feet and the world won’t end, because I promise sweetheart it won’t.”

Just as you went to reply the plane began to move unnaturally and you placed a death grip on Jensen’s knee, your other hand reaching up for his as he held you a little tighter.

“We’re okay. It’s just turbulence.” He said softly as your breathing increased and you closed your eyes once again.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” The captain came over the speaker “We’re hitting a bit of rough patch, we’re going to be out of it shortly as we descend a few hundred feet to get below the storm, please remain seated and fasten your seat belts.”

You and Jensen separated slightly as you both refastened your seatbelts and the attendant came by to gather your empty drinks.

“You okay?” He asked as you both settled again and he placed his hand on your knee this time. He flipped over his palm to face up and you took the hint and wrapped both of your hands around his.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “No more jokes about the world ending while we’re this high up off the ground.”

Jensen chuckled and nodded.

“That’s fair. You don’t fly much do you?”

“No… the flight to the wedding was actually my first one in years. I had one back in highschool, but it was a nightmare.”

“What happened?”

“Turbulence.” You said with eyebrows raised as you looked at him accusingly. He smiled. “It was horrible, it went on for over an hour, they dropped the oxygen masks at one point and everything. I was sure that was it. I never got back on one after that, but my ex insisted that we fly instead of driving because he didn’t want to ‘look tired’ in the wedding photos.”

“You’re facing all kinds of fears today, aren’t you?”

“You must feel much better about yourself after all this. Knowing that you have so much going for you. That you don’t let things like this scare you.”

“There are plenty of things that scare me.”

“Name one.”

“Not being able to be myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… there are so many people who have an image in their head of who I am. What I’m like… and I don’t want to disappoint them, be less than they see. Let them down. Fans. Friends, family. I’m scared I won’t measure up if people really knew me.”

“So you’re facing a fear today too then, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah. I guess I am… are you disappointed?”

“The exact opposite, actually. Even if you didn’t tell me I was pretty and ask me for a drink… you were kind. You treated me like a friend, you’re funny, and damn you look better in person than on TV and I didn’t think that was possible.”

He chuckled to himself and blushed.

“Sorry… alcohol kills my head to mouth filter.”

“I like it that way. Unfiltered. Real… that’s the way you should always be around the people you love. If they can’t love you for who you are without the filters then fuck ‘em.”

“Take your own advice there, Jens.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Easier to say it than to do it.”

“You’re doing pretty well so far.”

“You make it easy, ya know? I don’t feel like I have to fake it around you. I don’t have to be the person you thought I was before we got on this plane.”

“I’m a people person.” You shrugged. “Comes with the job.”

“What do you do? The scrubs… I’m guessing medical field?”

“I’m a nurse.” You smiled.

“In the words of Dean Winchester… Respectable.” He nodded, you laughed at the reference to the show.

“Haha, I always did love that they married you off to a nurse.”

“You work in a hospital?”

“Yep. Cardiac, I can mend a broken heart.” You joked.

“Good to know.” Jensen nodded. The plane shook again. “I’m guessing all this stress isn’t doing that heart of yours any good, huh?”

“Probably no worse than the amount of caffeine I’ve had in the last 24 hours.”

“I always heard nurses make the worst patients.”

“Facts, Ackles. That’s shamelessly true. It’s because we see everything that can go wrong, we don’t want to know what’s gonna kill us.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah well.” You shrugged. “Sometimes I think we get calloused to minor things, unless someone is gushing blood or stops breathing then it can wait. Including ourselves.”

“I’m storing that knowledge for the future when I have to drag you kicking and screaming to a doctor’s office.”

“Future knowledge, huh?” You asked with a smile you couldn’t hide.

“You never know. The next few months will be big for you, lots of change. I don’t wanna disrupt your healing process here, but uh. I’m definitely looking forward to Colorado now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be booking that as soon as I get home.” You grinned. “I wouldn’t mind having a friend to check in with every once in a while, if he’s not too busy.”

“I think he could make time for that.”

You reached down into your bag, pulling a piece of paper out and using the pen from the back of the seat in front of you to jot down your number, you slid it over to him and he bit down on his lip as he slid it into his pocket.

“One more hour, Ackles. What do you wanna know?” You said as you glanced at the watch on his wrist.

“I wanna know whether or not your ex is going to come home and screw with you, did you guys share an apartment or anything?”

“Rent house. In his name, nothing is in my name actually. Control freak remember?”

“You have somewhere to go?”

“I’ll probably crash with my sister until I get an apartment. Gonna have to find one that takes dogs, because I’m not going without Sketti.”

“Sketti?” Jensen asked skeptically.

“Yes. Sketti. My niece couldn’t say spaghetti and when he was just a baby she ran around yelling sketti and he just seemed to think she was talking to him, so that’s what I named him.”

“What is he?” He smiled.

“Golden Retriever. Big ole derp, but he’s my best friend.”

“Sounds like the start to a great support system. I’m glad you got that part figured out. You got your own car?”

“Yes. That was one thing I didn’t cave on, I wanted to buy something for myself after graduation. It’s not much but it’s mine.”

“That’s all that matters, sweetheart. Just want to make sure there’s nothing he can hold over you.”

“Other than some drunken escapades in Cabo, not really.” You muttered shyly.

“That’s going to have to be our story for next time.” Jensen said with a coy grin.

The two of you continued to talk for the next several minutes, until it came time to land and you closed your eyes and let Jensen distract you with a funny story about Jared from set. Once the wheels hit ground and you finally rolled to a stop, you found yourself almost sad the plane had landed.

“Shall we?” He asked as he stood and reached out his hand to help you out of your seat, following you down the isle and through the ramp to the crowded airport in Dallas.

“Well, you got a ride picking you up?” He asked as the two of you walked slowly.

“I wish. 2 hour layover, and then one more short flight home.” You smiled.

“I guess this is where I leave you then.” He said as he stood in front of you. He pulled his backpack around and began digging through a pocket. First, he pulled something small out and held it in his hand as he zipped open the larger compartment. You were confused as he pulled out an old Cowboys hoodie and looked up to you with a smile.

“For your next flight.” He said as he held out some earbuds. You smiled widely as you accepted them with a chuckle. Then he pushed the hoodie towards you.

“Jensen, I can’t. This looks important to you.” You said as you ran your hand across it, it was clearly well worn and soft. A few frayed edges telling you he’s had it for quite some time.

“It is.” He nodded. “Got me through some hard days. You’ll need more than me for a while.”

“Jensen.” You said softly as you blushed.

“I’ll get it back in a few months.” He winked. You took it from him and wrapped your arms around it.

“Thank you, for this, for the plane… everything. I don’t feel so afraid to go home now.”

“Thanks for letting me just be myself for a while.”

“Anytime, Ackles.” You grinned. “Hey. Don’t go meeting any crazy girls on a plane between now and September.”

“Met my crazy girl quota for the year already.” He teased as he leaned forward and kissed your cheek. You lost your breath for a moment as he pulled back. He walked away but threw a glance over his shoulder at you before disappearing into the crowd.

“Dammit, Ackles.” You sighed as you walked in the opposite direction, a permanent smile on your face.

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Fairytale

Rated: G | AO3 link | Words: 847 | Beta: No Beta | Tags: Domestic Fluff, Post Canon

Excerpt:

“You left your coffee on the counter again,” a voice to Dean’s right said. Dean turned and saw a pair of legs clad in pinstripe pajama pants. His gaze traveled up as he saw Cas standing on the porch step, holding two mugs of steaming coffee. Dean smiled and reached up.

“At least you caught it before it got cold again,” he said, taking the mug from Cas so Cas could sit down next to Dean on the porch step.

Cas opened his mouth but Dean shook his head before the words could come out.

“It tastes different when I microwave it.”

The familiar rebuttal, one that Cas’s heard at least once a week, drew a soft laugh from Cas as he settled down next to Dean.

The two sat in silence as they took in the early June morning. The shallow fog hadn’t lifted entirely as the sun broke the horizon only ten minutes before. The dew sparkled in the filtered light and birds in the trees behind the house chirped away, louder than their alarms.

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Of Glitter and Paper

Title: Of Glitter and Paper

Word Count: 1655

Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff

Characters: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Claire Novak

A/N: Merry Christmas, @thoughtslikeaminefield! ‘Tis I, your Secret Santa! Here is your fic. I so hope you enjoy it. You asked for: “There was no rebar, dean is sober, dean is married with children”. Now I know that I know I kind of ignored the whole no rebar part, but I hope that my slight indiscretion okay. Fingers crossed!

This was written for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa Exchange. Also this fic is completely unbeta-ed so any grammatical errors, wanton comma abuse and missed words are mine and mine alone. Hope you enjoy!

“Dean!” you gasped. “We have to be quiet!”

“I am being quiet,” he rumbled against your inner thigh, his deep voice sending the faintest of vibrations straight to your clit. “But sweetheart, the real question is, can you?”

You shot him a glare, taking in your undone shirt and bra, and nipples still glistening from his ministrations. Damn it. Your man knew you too well. Until you’d met one Dean Winchester, you’d always been rather quiet during lovemaking, but with Dean? Uff dah, you couldn’t seem to shut up! There was just something about him- “OH!” And just like that you were already disobeying your own order. 

Dean’s calloused thumbs gently separated your slick folds, and his tongue (oh that clever, clever tongue) delicately lapped your swollen bud. “Oh lord…” you moaned as you widened your thighs, reaching behind you to grasp the edge of the desk you were sitting on in a feeble attempt to brace yourself. Paper crinkled under your butt and a pair of scissors clattered to the floor. 

Dean gave a huff of laughter, his warm breath tickling your aching core and emerald eyes twinkling up at you, “Already breaking your own rule, huh?”

“You just wait until it’s your turn, pal,” you ground out. “I’m going to make you yell so loud the neighbors will be calling the- oh sweet mercy!” Dean’s soft licks had morphed into him wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling as he firmly stroked the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Fireworks of sensation shot through your body and then back down to your core. Heat pooled and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. Oh gods, were you going to come already? Dean’s big hands wrapped around your thighs and spread you even wider, giving him better access. His tongue began to flicker from your clit to your tight channel where he began to thrust in an imitation of his cock. Then he turned his attention back to your clit where he would once again suckle. Involuntarily one of your hands shot out and grasped the back of his head as you thrust your hips forward frantically in an attempt to get even closer to that sinful mouth. Dean growled and gripped your hips in response. All it took was that growl to make your climax  wash over you like a spring thunderstorm.

Panting you leaned back against the desk, willing your heart rate to calm down at least a few beats per minute. After a few seconds you sat back up, “Okay sir, your turn,” you grinned seductively, reaching for his waistband.

Dean backed away just out of reach causing your brow to furrow in confusion. He gave you a sheepish grin, “Sorry darlin’, as much as I want that gorgeous mouth of yours on my dick, there’s no way I can last.”

“You’re sure- oh you really are sure, aren’t you?” you giggled as he hurriedly worked to unbutton his jeans. The giggle swiftly turned to a moan as he unzipped his pants, and his straining cock sprang free. Your channel tightened and moisture pooled at just the sight of his straining length.

“You okay with this?” he asked between gritted teeth as he palmed himself and stepped forward.

You nodded vehemently and greedily reached out to pull his still denim covered hips between your legs. You took his cock and guided it to your entrance. Dean gripped your hips and in one smooth thrust plunged his entire length into you. You both gasped, and you felt your eyes roll back into your head as he began to stroke into you. 

“Dean…Dean…Dean…good, you feel so good,” you babbled as his thrusts pitched upward and rubbed against your clit. “Oh gods, so good.”

“Shhhh sweet girl, shhhh,” he took one of his hands off your hip and carefully covered your mouth, all the while keeping up those maddening thrusts.

In retaliation you squeezed your inner muscles around his cock and his firm ass with your hands at the same time. You then traced each of his fingers with your tongue before giving his ring finger a gentle nip.

With a barely contained groan, he tore his hand off your mouth and crashed his lips into yours. Your tongues tangled in a frantic dance and those measured strokes turned uneven and urgent.

You felt release once again barreling down at you. Everything centered on the multitude of sensations happening at once. His hard body moving against your much softer one, the slick grip of your core on his large cock, his lush mouth moving against yours, and soft gasp he made into your mouth as you raked your nails up his back and into his hair. Then it all fractured in a burst of starlight and you were muffling your cries of release into his neck as Dean roared your name as his own climax hit him. 

He rested his forehead against yours as your chests heaved against each other in an attempt to try to get some air back into your lungs. “Who’s breaking the rules now?” you laughed shakily as you pressed a kiss to a spot right above his thundering heart. The same spot where there was a brutal almost perfectly round quarter sized scar. A scar that daily reminded you of how close you came to losing him to a rusty piece of iron in an abandoned barn. 

“Worth it,” he chuckled as he dropped a lingering kiss onto your lips before he pulled away and fixed his pants with still trembling hands. You couldn’t help noting those hands with a smug glance. You sorted your shirt and bra and scooted off the desk. After a bit of a shuffling around under scraps of paper, you found your panties under a pile of bags and tape and slipped them on and tugged your skirt back into place.

“Where the hell did all that glitter come from?” he nodded to the red and silver specks creasing your hands.

“Honey, look around us. Besides you know what they say about glitter right? It’s the herpes of the craft world. It finds its way into everything.”

He chuckled, “Alright, alright. Well I suppose it’s time to check on those ghouls out there and see how much damage they’ve done.”

“I can only imagine,” you winced before playfully slapping his ass. “Okay my fearless hunter, time to face the music.”

***

You walked into the living room only to find three sets of curious eyes boring holes straight into the both of you.

“Mommy? What took you guys sooooooo long? We’ve been waiting to start the movie FOREVER!!” Rowena, your ever dramatic six year old asked. Sometimes she took after her namesake a little too much. “Bobby ate almost all the sugar cookies already!”

“Yeah, Mommy and Daddy, what took so long? We thought you were only going to wrap a few presents.” Claire smirked at them from the couch and popped a piece of peppermint bark into her mouth. She’d originally stopped by to say hi and drop off some presents for the kids as she drove back to Sioux Falls for the holidays, but a Plains blizzard had rolled in right as she’d arrived. It looked like they’d have an extra guest for Christmas dinner tomorrow, which you absolutely loved. Your door was always open to all your friends and family.

“Well…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Dad’s not very good at wrapping presents so I ended up having to do all of them. That’s why it took so long.”

“But why were you both yelling?” Bobby, their four year old piped up, frosting and cookie crumbs coating his lips and smeared across one chubby cheek.

“Yeah, you were both yelling so loud! Bobby and I wanted to check on you, but Claire said that we couldn’t.” 

“I uh- well I-ummm-” you stammered. Christmas Eve was so NOT the time to have this particular conversation. Especially not with Claire “Could Barely Contain Her Gleeful Laughter” Novak snorting at them from her corner. You looked back helplessly at Dean. “Well you see…”

Dean knelt down next to the nest of pillow and blankets your two kiddos had built for themselves in preparation for your annual Christmas Eve movie night and looked into the two sets of curious green eyes so like his. “Guys, we were going to keep this a secret, but since you’ve both been so good, I’ll let you in on it. We were talking to Santa on the phone.” 

Bobby and Ro gasped, “You were???”

“Yep, we were. But then we started arguing about who’s turn it was to tell Santa about how awesome you two are. That’s why you heard yelling.”

“Ooooohh, I bet Santa didn’t like that,” Ro gasped.

“He sure didn’t! In fact, he almost took away our presents, but then we told him that we were sorry and that we’d start taking turns talking to him. After that Santa said that we were all good. So that’s why you heard yelling, okay?”

“Okay!” They both chimed and turned their attention back to the Peanuts gang dancing across the TV screen. Whew, by some kind of miracle you’d, well Dean, managed to side step a very awkward conversation.

Dean shot you a relieved grin and walked towards the kitchen in (knowing him) pursuit of more cookies and hopefully a much needed cup of coffee for you. You felt your heart swell with love and gratitude for this amazing man that the universe had seen fit to give you. “He is truly the only Christmas gift I will ever need,” you thought as you snuggled next to Bobby on the pile of pillows.

“Daddy?” Ro piped up. You froze. You should’ve known that Ro wouldn’t let you both get off that easy. “Why do you have glitter all over your bottom?”

“Well shit,” you groaned to yourself with a laugh as you buried your burning face into a pillow. “There goes that Christmas miracle.”

#dean winchester #spn #spnfic #dean x female!reader #reader insert #spnfanficpond #spnfanficpodsecretsanta #thoughtslikeaminefield #my writing

[supernatural-sophia]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Eileen Leahy, Mary Winchester, God | Chuck Shurley Additional Tags: Post-Season 15, Fix It, Post canon fix-it, PTSD, Resurrected John Winchester, Castiel saved from the Empty, Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural), Bad Parent John Winchester, Creature Castiel, Angel Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester, Caring Dean Winchester, Original Character - Freeform, Mary is still alive, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Jack Kline is God But Also Still a Child, Drunk Dean Winchester Summary:

After Castiel is saved from the empty, he is not himself and more like a scared, wild animal. Chuck, getting bored with the ending HE chose, decides to resurrect a dead family member to create chaos in the Winchester family.

The title and chapter titles are all either Names of songs or lyrics of songs.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2xjCmgucl4rzrsVOX7RLpE?si=9b1cead2f53c4df7 (Playlist that has the songs on them)

#dean winchester #destiel #fixit #sam winchester #cas #castiel #john winchester #mary winchester #supernatural #spn #spnfic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #jack kline

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

*sighing* *sobbing* *head in hands* Time to finally write that fanfic

#fanfiction #ao3 #supernatural #HERE IT COMES #spnfic #spn meta

[idreamofhazeleyes]

The Healing Touch Chapter 1

Kira Watson is seeking the help of the last therapist that is willing to help her with her mental health and trauma. Will he be like all the others? Or will he be the healing touch she needs?

@mrswhozeewhatsis @squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13

Chapter 1

My leg bounced. This was my last chance to have a therapist. All the others had dropped me as a client within six months of taking me on. Some claimed that I had too much trauma compounded by several different events to tackle even one single trauma.

“Kira Watson,” a voice called out.

I suppressed a small jolt at the voice before turning to see the receptionist standing at the door, holding it open. I moved toward it all the while avoiding her gaze. I did not want to see the judgement on her face.

“Right down the hall, first door on the left,” the receptionist said.

The door was open as I approached. I rapped on it as I cautiously peered into the room.

The man at the large desk looked up and gave a gentle smile that would have put any one at ease. The corners of his eyes, I couldn’t tell if they were hazel green or apple green, crinkled and there was a small tell of a five o’clock shadow.

“Hi, Ms. Watson,” he greeted. “Close the door if you please and take a seat.”

I wasn’t too sure about the closed door. Alone in a room with an unknown man was not on top of my list. Yet I did not come all this way to give up now. With a deep breath I closed the door and took a rigid seat on one of the two couches.

He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. “I am Dean Winchester.”

I remained silent. There was a small part of me that did not want to get comfortable because he would give up on me like everyone else. If I stayed silent, he would give up on me and I would be on my own. Either way I would be on my own trying to figure out what to do.

He leaned forward and rested his arms on his desk. “I see we’re going to have a little bit of a time warming up. I have heard a little bit about you from some of my contacts. Severe anxiety, depression. Trust issues. Family issues.”

“You’re judging me.” I don’t know where it came from. “Just like the rest of the ones I’ve seen.” I leaned back onto the couch with a huff.

“Why would I judge you?”

“Everyone else does.” I was quiet as I looked away and crossed my arms.

“I’m not in the position to judge anyone. I’m in the position to help you. Only if you allow me to do so.”

“Why should I let you help me? I’ve had many therapists and psychiatrists all around my last home town. They’ve tried to help before giving up. Why should you be any different?”

Dean sat there for a few quiet moments, folded hands before his mouth.

I did my best to not stare at it. “This is a waste of time.” I moved to stand.

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

A hand came to rest on the doorknob as I slowed. If I stepped through the door, I gave up. “I…I don’t trust you.” I barely heard my voice.

“I’m sorry, I did not hear you.”

My head turned slightly in his direction. “I don’t trust you. I trust no one.”

“You’ve trusted me enough to be here.”

“Do I?” I turned to him. “You know why I don’t trust easy, Doc? Because both my parents cheated on each other in a loveless marriage. Neither cared enough about me.” My voice started to rise. “I was an afterthought; something to use as a weapon against the other in an argument. The schools I’ve been to didn’t care. Hell, I considered myself lucky to eat a meal a day. So excuse me for not trusting you.”

Silence fell between us as Dean soaked in my words.

“I’m sorry about all of that,” he said after a few moments. “Do you want to talk about one of those issues?”

I wanted to. I also wanted to leave before he gave up on me. Dean hadn’t moved from behind the desk with a non-judgmental look on his face. He was willing to take a chance on me. Maybe I could take the chance with him as well.

I retook my seat on the couch and put my hands in my lap. My mind raced with what I could start with.

“Do you mind if we start with how you mentioned you were an afterthought to your parents?”

“How far back do you want me to go?”

“When did you first remember, or realize, that your parents did not prioritize your care?”

#spn fanfic #supernatural #spnfanficpond #spnfic #spn au

[ellayuki]

16102022 - Supernatural

Suptober2022 - Day 16 - Red

~

Honestly, Dean’s expected something like this to happen at one point, but so fucking soon? Either Jack’s playing some teenage-fueled prank, or they’re still somehow trapped in Chuck’s hellish writing. Either scenario is plausible, he thinks.

“You know, I don't even remember the last time I saw my brother blushing so hard,” Sam tells a smiling Castiel (damn traitor that he is), while Dean, red-faced with embarrassment, hides behind the now-former angel's shoulder with a groan.

“‘M not fucking blushing, Sammy,” he mumbles in protest. He hunches a bit more when Cas reaches a hand up and pats him gently on the head.

“It’s alright, Dean. There are worse things in the world, I think, than Sam walking in on you kissing someone.”

And yeah, okay, it’s true, Dean has to admit it.

But it’s also true that him and Cas were sharing a sweet, smiley kiss (the ‘I can’t believe last night was real, I can’t believe we get to keep this’ kind) mid-getting dressed when Sam all but barged in a few minutes ago.

Sam snorts, and Dean has to wonder when he raised such a rude brat. “Yeah, Dean. At least this time, I didn’t walk in on you mid-”

“Okay!” Dean cuts him off, stepping out from behind Cas and grabbing Sam by the shoulders. “You, out,” he orders, even as his face still burns. He turns Sam around and pushes him out into the corridor. “Whatever it was you came in here to tell me can wait until breakfast.”

Then he shuts his bedroom door, his brother laughing the entire time, and sighs. “Well,” he says, amusement bubbling up his throat and threading through his voice. “That’s one way for him to find out, I guess.” When he turns around to look at Cas he finds him standing in the same spot by the bed, a soft, adoring smile on his face. It almost makes Dean go weak at the knees. “Hey.” He steps back into Cas’ space, wraps him in his arms. “I love you, you know.”

Cas’ smile turns brighter. “I know, Dean.”

#supernatural #suptober22 #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #deancas #spn #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #spnfic

[winchestersworld4]

My Only Sunshine (Chapter 4)

(Y/N) tossed and turned. Restless as she tried to sleep.

She woke immediately as Dean opened the door during his perimeter check before going to bed himself. Jumping in the bed, she prompted a hushed apology from him which she only nodded to before lying back down to face away from him.

She had dozed in and out of sleep, but had yet to truly find rest.

Every time she closed her eyes all she could think about was a car coming up the driveway.

Guns.

Benny running towards them.

Dean standing between them and her.

None of it being enough… dying only minutes after they would.

Letting Sam down.

Letting down all of the families of those girls.

So instead she tossed and turned some more before finally looking over to the clock.

4 am.

She decided this was enough and threw the blankets off of her before exiting the bedroom, finding a woman standing in the kitchen, cooking.

“Hi.” She mumbled. A little surprised at the sight and delicious smell in front of her.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N).” The woman smiled as she wiped her hands on a towel and walked around the counter with one of them stretched out towards her. (Y/N) shook her hand politely and nodded.

“Yes ma’am. Does that make you the famous Jody?”

“It does.” She chuckled. “Although I reserve the right to deny any and everything you’ve heard from the mouths of these guys.”

“All good things.” (Y/N) promised as she stepped forward following Jody back towards the stove. “Anything I can help with?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.” She sighed. “Figured I might as well get up at this point. I’ll take a nap later or something.”

“I’m sorry I scared you earlier. With zero comms we can’t really call ahead that we’re coming.”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad it was you.”

“I’ve finished the gumbo. Got a pot of vegetable soup on now. There is a casserole in the fridge that just needs to be put in the oven for an hour anytime you guys need, it’s good for the next few days. Freeze whatever’s left and it’ll be good for a few weeks or so.”

“Wow, Jody. That’s so nice of you… here I thought Benny was above and beyond with his famous tea.”

“That boy...” Jody shook her head. “He’s a good one. They all are really. The brother’s though, they take up a special little corner in my heart.”

“Yeah. They are.” She agreed. “Sam seems like a really amazing person. He was the only one who gave me a chance. Who believed me. I don’t even wanna think about where I’d be without him.”

“Sam has the people skills. Dean has the instincts. I mean they both can read people, but Sam just KNOWS people. If he calls it, I’ll never go against him.” Jody nods.

“I haven’t heard from him since we got here, do you know if he’s made any progress with the case?”

“Dean hasn’t talked to you about it?”

“Asked me some questions yesterday. Said it wasn’t an interrogation, but that the answers could be helpful.”

“That’s true.” Jody sighed.

“He’s not telling me something, huh?”

Jody leaned back against the counter and tossed the towel over her shoulder as her eyes narrowed in slightly on the young woman. She chewed on her lip as she thought about how she wanted to answer the question she knew she probably shouldn’t.

“He’s worried that we don’t have enough to make the impact Sam want’s.” Jody admitted quietly.

“What? Why not?” (Y/N) asked confused. “I gave him everything from the dinners, all the photos.”

“Yes, but photos don’t prove much other than they had dinner.”

“Shit.” (Y/N) sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I thought he had evidence to go to trial.”

“He does, but a good lawyer could wiggle outta this one. Dean doesn’t wanna let this go to trial until we’re sure it’s bulletproof.”

“So what can I do?”

“Just… do what he asks.” Jody shrugs. “He’ll tell you if he needs something. Sam too. They’re smart. They’ll figure it out.”

“You really love them huh?”

“I do.” Jody smiled as she turned back to the counter where she had been tinkering on and off, then she turned back and put a small bowl of soup in front of (Y/N). “It’ll help with the restless nerves. Promise.”

“You’re a mom, huh?” (Y/N) smiled softly as she picked up the spoon.

Jody smiled back sadly before looking down at her feet.

“I was.”

“Oh.. Jody. I’m so sor-“

“It was a long time ago. The boys got me through some tough times, let me mother them from time to time when I just really needed it… they lost their mom at a really young age. Sometimes I think we just needed each other.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah… lost their dad about 5 years ago. He was on the job. SWAT hostage situation went south, John went in for the hostage, and they both were lost.”

“Dean. That’s why he wanted to do SWAT, huh?”

“He always wanted to make John proud, John was hard on him… ya know? And I- I don’t know why I keep rambling. Must be the long night. It’s been a while since I’ve done night rotations.” Jody giggled. “I get all chatty when I get with a woman being surrounded by all these men all the damn time. Besides. They seem to like you.”

“Sam maybe.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows as she sipped at her soup.

“Dean’s a different kind of creature. Trust me, if he didn’t like you. You’d know it.”

“I’m pretty sure we got off on the wrong foot, he seems like a first impressions kinda guy. Not much I can do to change that now. I guess as long as he doesn’t hate me I’ll be happy with that.”

Jody giggled to herself, a knowing glint in her eye that (Y/N) seemed to be oblivious to. It was obvious to her the way Dean rushed to check on the girl when she arrived, and the disappointment he had after seeing how afraid she had been… he cared.

The way he spoke about her safety, and the concerns he had. She knew then that this was more than just a typical assignment for Dean… sure. Maybe she could chalk that up to it being such a personal case and it being so important to Sam but she knew the look on his face was one she had seen only once before.

Lisa.

Rotten woman.

“Well, finish up, and make yourself comfortable on the couch. If you doze off then take a nap and if not then the TV is all yours. I’m gonna start on breakfast soon.”

“Jody…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it, the soup… the talk… you being here to protect me, help me. All of it.”

“Anytime, that’s my job.” Jody winked as she patted the gun on her hip and turned back to the stove.

…..

Dean woke to the aroma of coffee and something sweet… cinnamon maybe? Maple? Either way he looked over at the clock and realized it was an hour and a half past time for his perimeter rounds.

“Shit.” He grumbled jumping up out of bed and rushing for the door.

He threw it open and the sight before him stopped him in his tracks.

(Y/N) was asleep on the couch, covered by a soft blanket. Jody was standing in the kitchen, wide eyed taking in the sight of him in a t-shirt and boxers with frazzled hair and sleep still plastered on his face as he tried to adjust to the bright lights coming in through the window. He looked between (Y/N) and the kitchen once more as he realized there was French toast, bacon, fresh coffee, and eggs laid out on the table waiting for them.

“Uhh… you gonna get dressed first or what? Cause that’s kinda awkward.” Jody gave him a raised eyebrow. Dean instantly looked down to his morning wood and moved to cover it before retreating to his room. He quickly ran to the bathroom and rushed his already brief morning routine before stepping back out now dressed with his weapon holstered in the back of his jeans.

“What the hell happened to my alarms?”

“I turned them off.” Jody smiled as she set a cup of coffee down in the chair he moved to sit in.

“Why?!”

“Because I had everything under control, she was awake and in the living room with me, and you needed the rest.”

“Dammit Jody… we needed to do a perimeter check.”

“I did. I walked it. She stayed here with you, the doors were locked. She knew to wake you if I wasn’t back in exactly 4 minutes.”

“So she just so happened to be up and cheery at 5:15 this morning?” Dean asked skeptically looking over to her.

“She got up a little before 4:30… well she got out of bed. She hadn’t really slept all night. She finally fell asleep about 20 minutes ago, so I’d rather not wake her if you don’t mind.”

Dean chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared at the couch where she slept soundly. Her hair was pulled up in a sloppy knot on the top of her head, and her sweater hung off her shoulder. Her legs were drawn up and her entire body leaned against the side of the couch. He knew she couldn’t be that comfortable and would be stiff if she slept there for too long… how could she sleep with the noise of people in and out? She’d be better off in her quiet room where she could actually rest.

“We oughta carry her to bed, Jody. That can’t be comfortable.”

“I think she couldn’t sleep because she didn’t want to be alone, Dean.” Jody told him with a knowing glare. “Leave her there, she’s fine.”

“She needs to eat something.”

“She ate soup.”

“At 430?” Dean deadpanned.

“It’s never a bad time for my soup, you know this.” Jody teased him. He rolled his eyes but could push the playful smile off his face. “She’s a sweet girl, really. It’s a shame she’s in a mess like this. You’re right… she has no idea what’s after her, Dean.”

“I know.” Dean sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“She’s asking questions too. She wants to talk to Sam soon.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame her. She’s not gotten many answers… just more questions.”

“She’s not stupid.”

“How could she not have seen it then, Jody?” Dean shook his head. It was the single most perplexing thing about her in his mind. She obviously wasn’t a stupid woman. She was bright. She was charismatic. He was sensing she had ambition and a stubborn streak too. It just didn’t settle with him that she couldn’t have known… so could she still be lying to them?

No.

There’s not a hint of a lie on her face when he speaks to her.

“I have a couple of theories. Overtime maybe we’ll find out more and we’ll understand as we get to know her better.” Jody assured him.

“What time is Bobby coming?”

“I told him last night to come around lunch, I’d have a plate ready for him.”

“I’m sure he loved that.” Dean snorted as he admired the breakfast he lifted onto his fork and shoveled towards his mouth, a slight moan of satisfaction before another bite.

“Yes, well as I told her, there’s a few things in the fridge that are ready to heat and eat. Directions are on the fridge.”

“Thank you.” Dean grinned.

“So what do we need to dig up to get Sam his trial, and get this girl her life back?”

“A miracle.”

…..

(Y/N) began to stir as footsteps moved past her. She nuzzled herself farther into the side of the couch and fought not to give into her brain pulling her out of her slumber, wanting to sleep a little longer. A chill ran down her exposed legs to between her shorts and low cut socks. She pulled her blanket around her tighter and pushed her feet against something warm, sliding them underneath the source and humming contently.

A chuckle caught her attention.

Suddenly she was more awake, her eyes shooting open and landing on Dean who sat on the other end of the couch where she had been sleeping. He wore an amused grin, and she swore that if she had a thought on her mind, it would have left her at that exact moment due to the sheer beauty in that grin.

It was bright and playful as he licked his bottom lip slightly.

“You just like sleeping on my couches?” He teased her.

Before she responded she slightly curled her toes and realized they were buried under his heavy and warm thigh, causing her to swallow the words that were fixing to leave her mouth. He didn’t move to stand or push them away… so she left them as her eyes pulled back up to his. Something bold overtaking her in the midst of her hazy mind.

“I would have picked your bed, but you look like a cover hog.” She shot back with a sleepy grin.

“Says the girl who just buried her cold feet under my leg.” He challenged with the ghost of a smile still pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Instead of responding she chuckled as she wiggled her toes and pushed them a little further and turned her body inwards towards the couch more to snuggle against it for warmth.

“Are you cold?” He asked at a low volume, his eyes still on her as she looked over to him once more. She nodded; afraid words would stutter as she lost herself in his stare. She expected him to stand and throw a blanket her way, or maybe suggest she quit being lazy and get dressed… she almost couldn’t stop her lips from parting slightly as his hand reached out and slid up the bottom of the blanket where her legs were partially exposed.

He rubbed his hand up and down her calves, providing friction with the intention of giving her warmth.

It warmed her… but not from the friction.

Her body instantly warmed under his touch.

“Thanks.” She whispered looking up to him, but his gaze was back on the TV where he was now watching some movie or show she had never seen. Not responding to her verbally, but continuing to move his hand up and down, leaving her feet buried under his thick and heavy leg where heat radiated off of him.

(Y/N) noted he was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and some jeans. He left his hand on her leg, even after it stilled… but he never once turned his gaze back on her or pushed for more conversation.

He baffled her.

So cold, and then giving the warmest of sensations before returning to his rather chilled behaviors. While they weren’t exactly rude, they were certainly professional at most, and she would even go as far as to call him standoff-ish.

Yet, she found herself willing to lay on this couch all day if it meant he’d keep his hand against her.

“Lunch will be up in 30 minutes.”

Jody’s voice pulled both of their attention, and Dean’s hand, from where it was resting. (Y/N) finally pulled herself to sit up and stretched her arms forward, rolling her neck side to side before standing.

Dean tried to force himself not to watch as she stood and twisted her body from side to side to pull her stiff muscles loose again, but his efforts were clearly in vain. He couldn’t stop his eye from training themselves on the black shorts riding up her thighs, and hugging in all the right ways from where she stood in front of him… almost as if she knew what she was doing.

“I guess I should get up and get dressed.” She mumbled before stepping forward. Dean watched her walk away, but she paused as she hit the hallway and stopped to look at him. He was quick to make sure his eyes were drawn upwards to meet hers. “Thanks again, for the body heat.”

“Sure.” He nodded casually with a small grin.

Jody shook her head and chuckled to herself… turning and finding Dean glaring at her over the back of the couch. She held her hands up in defense before turning back to the stove and biting her lip to hold back the other half of her laughter.

As (Y/N) made her way back out to the living room and kitchen Jody was laying food out on the table, and Dean was watching an old truck pull up down the drive way.

“Well I’ll be damned… look he dragged up.” Dean mumbled. (Y/N) Looked up curiously as Dean walked over to the front door and leaned against the open doorway. She expected a man to enter and greet Dean, but what she didn’t expect was to see Sam right behind that man as he greeted Dean with a hug, then moved to do the same for Jody before moving in and smiling at her.

“Hey (Y/N), you doing okay?”

“Hey Sam!” She grinned genuinely happy to see him “I’m good, thank you. How are you?”

“Busy, but… wanted to come out and check on things. I figured if I had to make a visit I might as well do it while grumpy was here.” He grinned over to the older man (Y/N) was assuming must be Bobby, who she had heard them mention earlier.

“Oh shut up ya idjits.” The man grumbled before greeting Jody with a hug and kiss to the cheek, then he moved to pull a spare chair up to the table.

“Sit down boys, lunch is ready.” Jody called out. (Y/N) watched as Sam and Dean pushed each other around slightly before making their way to their seats, one on each side of her, Jody and Bobby across from them. She had to admit she felt slightly nervous at having both of them so close to her, Jody seemed to notice and sent her a sly wink while the boys were busy scooping food onto their plates.

“So how’s the property?” Bobby asked.

“Quiet so far.” Dean mumbled. “Benny did an indepth scout, mapped it out and pinned it above the desk over there. Hunters cabin nearby. Oh, and there seems to be a bear or two.”

“What!” (Y/N)’s eyes shot open and she turned to face him in shock. “You never said anything about bears!”

“Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re good actually. Keeps people from wandering too close to us and you probably won’t see them unless you’re out there at night or leave a bunch of food out. They’re not used to people.” Dean explained like it was so normal for him.

“Bears… you couldn’t have told me that before I went wandering around the trails?” She deadpanned at him once again.

“Just more of a reason for you to never go out of the house alone.” He challenged scooping some food into his mouth. She rolled her eyes slightly. Sam chuckled at them.

“Well I’m sure with the pond being a water source for the smaller critters and stock pile for the fish… they’ve been by once or twice and you just didn’t notice. Probably sneak in and out while you sleep. No reason to worry.” Bobby assured her.

“Thanks… I’m (Y/N) by the way.” She said extending her hand across the table, Bobby accepting it.

“Bobby Singer.” He nodded.

“Card shark. Moonshine drunk. Grade A asshole…” Dean mumbled as Bobby kicked him under the table. Sam laughed once more.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry.” Sam said suddenly catching everyone’s attention. She froze and looked up to him. “I forgot how much of a pain in the ass it is to live with Dean. I should have warned you.”

Everyone began to laugh.

“Yeah yeah yeah, shut up.” Dean grumbled through his mouth full of food.

“He has a comfy couch at least.” She teased as she smiled at him, he grinned but never looked up to meet her eyes.

“Well. I do have to apologize for real this time. I have an ulterior motive for coming… I have to ask something.” Sam then said setting down his fork and taking a drink.

(Y/N)’s stomach began to knot, feeling her hands start to shake slightly. She doesn’t know why… she likes Sam. She trusts him, but surely whatever he has to ask her must not be a good thing or he would have just asked over the phone, what would have caused him to come all the way out here and ask her in person?

“What’s wrong?” She finally voiced when he looked to her with heavy eyes.

“Brian got out on bail…”

“What?” She asked confused. “How?”

“His friends. High places. Money. Lawyers… you name it. But he came looking for you.”

She looked down at her hands.

“What about… what about the trial, and the photos. I mean how can they just let him out after all that?”

“This is why I need to ask you for your help again.”

“What can I do?” She asked after the silence became to heavy for her. She noticed no one else was speaking. Dean beside her was stiff, watching Sam carefully. Jody and Bobby both watching between them carefully.

“I need you to talk to him. I need to see what you can get out of him… see if he’ll cave on something.”

“What?!” Dean said before she could answer. “Zero comms. This is what we agreed on. That was the only way, we can’t go back… we altered her look. We can’t come back on the grid after pulling the disappearing act and give them a trail to follow, Sam.”

“I know what we agreed on, Dean. But this opportunity just kinda fell into my lap. Okay?! You told me we had to get something bulletproof! You said we needed more, and that we had to wait until it came along, and then it came along. He is looking for her. He wants to see her, desperately… I think it could work.”

Dean stood up and shoved his chair at the table.

“This could compromise the entire team.” He mumbled as he paced back and forth beside the table.

“Where does he think I am?”

“He thinks you went back home.”

“Dammit…” Her shoulders slumped. “Is… Is that where we have to go to meet with him?”

Sam watched her reaction carefully, as did Dean. They met eyes as her shoulder sank and her own eyes closed, her fingers pinched against them at the mention of going home.

She didn’t want to go home… why?

What had they missed.

What didn’t they know.

Dean suddenly spun his mind for more than one reason, what had he overlooked… what had he not dug deep enough on?

“Yes.” Sam said before coughing to clear his throat. “I promise you, (Y/N). You will be safe. We will not leave your side. We won’t bring your family into this, we won’t put them in danger.”

She laughed and shook her head back and forth as she continued to stare down at a spot on the table, as if the spot had personally offended her in some way.

“It’s fine. When…” She finally said after a minute of uncomfortable silence between them all.

“Tomorrow?”

She shook her head up and down.

“Okay, well… what do I need to do?”

“Blonde wig. Baseball cap. I’ll have it picked up and delivered tonight.” Dean mumbled angrily. “You cannot give him any reason to believe you’ve changed your appearance. He has to believe you went home. He has to believe you’re still blonde. That you left him on your own.”

“He’s gonna know I didn’t go home.”

“Why?”

“He just will.”

“Why?” Dean pushed again.

“He just will, Dean.” She pushed back, crossing her arms defensively. “The only person I would even speak to in that fucking town is an old boyfriend, so the only thing he MIGHT buy is that I went back to Hayes because I didn’t know where else to go… that’s it.”

“FINE.” Dean growled. “Then that’s the story we go with.”

“Promise me, we won’t pull him into this.” She then turned and said to Sam.

“I promise.” He nodded. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I know the plan was that you’d never have to see him again unless it was in that courtroom… I’m sorry I couldn’t hold up my end on that.”

“It’s okay, Sam. It’s not your fault.” She tried to give him a smile as she stood.

“Sweetheart, you should eat, you haven’t had anything since you had soup.” Jody said softly.

“Thanks, but I’m just not that hungry Jody. It tastes amazing though… thanks for cooking Jody. It was nice to meet you, Bobby.”

With that she turned and quickly disappeared down the hall, shutting her bedroom door behind her roughly. Dean slightly flinched at the noise, then he let out a long sigh with his eyes closed before turning them towards Sam.

“What the hell dude… you couldn’t have given me the heads up?”

“It wasn’t up to you, Dean. I had to ask her. It was her choice.” Sam said honestly.

“Well that went swell.”

The statement dripped sarcasm, and Dean continued his pacing.

“Sit down ya idjit or your gonna wear holes in the floor.” Bobby grumbled to him as they returned to their meal.

“Well, I don’t know what’s going on there… but let me know what the plan is and where we need to be for tomorrow.”

“I need you guys here. I need someone on the house tomorrow while we’re gone to make sure no one comes while we’re gone.” Dean said quickly.

“Who’s going with you?” Sam asked.

“I’ll have Cas and Benny on site, one ahead of us, one tail us, both on site for the meet.”

“Okay, well. Jody sounds like you and I got ourselves a night of poker… you better hit the ATM.” Bobby winked to her.

…..

(Y/N) Sat in the floor, her head leaned back against the bed… where she had sat since she entered her room. So much swimming in her head, that she wasn’t sure where to start trying to sort it out.

Brian.

Home.

It was so much at once…

She didn’t want to talk to him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the truth from his mouth… from his lips. Wanted it confirmed right to her face that she was such an idiot for so fucking long.

On top of that she had to go back to that God-forsaken town… back to the shit hole that watched her suffer and did nothing to help her. The shit hole full of people who could give two shits about what’s right.

If it wasn’t for Hayes, she wouldn’t have ever made it out.

She owed him her life in more ways than one, and she would never allow him to be drawn into such a mess, especially not for her. He deserved more… deserved better.

Yet, so did she.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Come in.” She said without looking up, wondering if Jody was coming to say goodbye before leaving.

“Hey… mind if I sit with you?”

Sam’s voice cut through the room like honey. It was soft and smooth, and she found comfort in it. She looked up to him and simply nodded her head up and down. He moved to come and sit beside her, his legs were much longer, and they almost pushed against the doorway of the bathroom not far from where they were sitting.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He mumbled once more.

“Its okay, Sam. We have to do whatever it takes to take these assholes out, right?” She tried to push on a smile. Sam noted her efforts and it melted his heart that she wanted so desperately to try.

“Yeah… but I know this isn’t easy on you. I’m not sure what happened, back home. I would have said something else if I had known. I’m sorry for that too.”

“THAT…” She paused. “That one, is definitely not your fault, Sam. That one’s not on you or Brian or anyone in this mess. That one’s just… part of who I am now I guess.”

“Whatever it is, you came out on the other end. You’ll come out on the other end of this thing too.”

“I hope so.” She smiled up to him.

“Hey… I think there might be someone who wants to talk to you.” He smiled as he pulled out his phone. (Y/N)’s eyebrow’s knitted together with confusion as she watched his smirk grow into a complete boyish grin as he began to face-time someone named Jess.

After only 2 rings a beautiful blonde woman answered.

“Hey baby.” She smiled up to him.

“Hey Jess… is he there?” Sam smiled, (Y/N) could see the love Sam had for her painted all over his face. His eyes lit up like lights as soon as they landed on her.

“Oh, you mean this handsome fella?” Jess asked as she leaned over and suddenly over her shoulder was a familiar furry face that nearly knocked (Y/N)’s breath right out of her chest as she gasped and sat up, leaning directly over Sam’s shoulder to get a closer look.

“Sam…” She whispered as tears filled her eyes and made it hard for her to focus on the small screen. There was a familiar bark and soft whines as her best friend recognized her too.

“Hey bud, there’s my boy!” She cried against Sam’s shoulder, not even ashamed at the way she was on the verge of sobbing and her voice continued to break. The barking continued and Jess giggled.

“He has been so good since we picked him up, he has snuggled in bed with me every day after Sam goes to work. He loves to go on walks and Sam lets him run the bases at the ball park at night after the local schools finish their games sometimes. He’s adjusted really well, but he definitely misses his momma.” Jess smiled through the phone at her as she loved on the dog and scratched behind his ear.

“Thank you… I-I…I can’t… Just. Thank y-you!” (Y/N) shamelessly sobbed on Sam’s shoulder at this point. Feeling her emotions completely overwhelm her.

“I’ll call you back, Jess.” Sam blew her a kiss before putting the phone down and moving to drape an arm over the woman beside him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back as she cried into him, the noise catching Dean’s attention and causing him to come and stand silently in the doorway.

“Thank you so much, Sam…” She finally was able to sniffle the sentence after several minutes. “You don’t know what that mean’s to me. What he means to me.”

“I could tell when you left the office the other day that he was important. I had him picked up, and even though he did have to do a 24 hour quarantine with animal control Jess and I agreed that we couldn’t leave him there or with anyone who might hurt him. So, we brought him home with us until you can get your life settled again, we’ll take care of him. I promise.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him as tightly as she could, and he chuckled as he reciprocated. Dean still stood very quietly, making sure to keep his presence unnoticed but he did allow the smile to creep across his face.

“I’ll do anything, Sam. Anything you need.” She sniffled once more as she pulled away.

“I know you would… because it’s the right thing to do. Not because of this. That’s why I asked first, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.”

“… Why do you believe in me? Everyone else seems to think I had to be a bad person to be with Brian.”

“I think that you wanted Brian to be a good person so much, that you missed the bad. I believe in you because I know it’s the right choice. I just… do.”

“I won’t let you down, Sam. I promise.” She whispered.

“We won’t let you down either, okay? We’ve got you. You’re going to be safe. We’re gonna nail these assholes and you’re gonna get your life back… even if it takes a while. We’re gonna get them. I know it.”

…..

…..

(Y/N) came out as the sun began to set, a sweater hanging off one shoulder and a simple pair of jeans with a hole in the knee.

“Hey, where’s Bobby?” She asked as she approached Dean who was flipping through some files at the table again. He closed them as she approached, giving her an uncomfortable feeling.

“Doing a perimeter check. Should be back in a few minutes.”

“Are you hungry or anything? I could heat up one of Jody’s meals for you guys?” She offered.

“I’m fine. You’re the one who missed two meals already today… you should eat.”

“Yeah.” She sighed as she tapped her foot against the ground nervously.

“(Y/N). What ever it is you want to ask me that you’re not asking me… just ask.”

“Could… Could you take me outside for a while? Its, uh. It’s golden hour, and I want to try and get a few shots before the sun settles.”

Dean looked her up and down.

“One condition.”

“… Okay.” She nodded nervously.

He immediately stood and walked into the kitchen, opening a cabinet and reaching in. he grabbed what looked to be a granola bar of some sort and walked back towards her.

“Eat something, and we’ll have dinner when we get back. Deal?”

Instead of taking the granola bar out of his hands she got a devious look in her eye, then she simply tore the edge of the wrapper, ripping it open and bending over, biting off a large chunk while he continued to hold the rest of the bar in his hand.

Her gaze pulled back up to him with amusement; he fought hard not to break out a 1000 watt smile, but his lips twitched slightly and (Y/N) didn’t miss it.

“All of it.” He challenged with eyebrows raised.

She should have just reached for the bar… she should take it from him and eat it like a normal fucking person. But she just couldn’t.

No, she chuckled and licked her bottom lip before leaning back down and pulling the rest of the bar out of the wrapper with her teeth and working the entire thing into her mouth. While it wasn’t large by any means, the notion of pulling it all the way past her lips without the use of her hands was still a bit of challenge.

Dean’s eyes might as well have held fire behind the green irises. They were slightly dilated and not once did he blink. (Y/N) chewed slowly and intently, making sure that never tore her gaze from his. Finally with a loud and throaty sound, she swallowed. Sticking out her tongue to show she had finished eating it as he requested.

“Good girl.”

It came out almost as a growl, deep and guttural.

He walked past her, rubbing his shoulder against hers as he went. She wondered if she should change her panties before they left, because they were definitely no longer dry. The words… the words did something to her, and she had to ask herself if he knew the impact they had on her.

Was he doing this on purpose?

Was he playing with matches, just like she was? Trying to see if there was a fire to be lit.

Either way, he was pulling on his jacket and she moved to grab her camera and then walked out past the door he held open for her. She led them off the porch and to the edge of the pond, hoping to catch something fluttering across the top of the water, or maybe the tree line in the reflection.

Just as they approached, she noted a crane in the water not far from them. She paused, slowly sinking down to squat on one knee as she lifted the camera to find the best position. She snapped a few pictures, and realized the light was in the wrong spot… but if she moved too fast, too soon. He’d fly away.

So instead she laid on her belly and army crawled across the grass slowly until the sunlight in the sky was directly behind him, then she lifted her camera once again and grinned as she snapped a few shots in the perfect light.

Once she was happy, she stood and of course as she predicted he moved to get away. This was fine however because she was now looking for her next subject to capture.

Dean watched close but still at a distance as she carefully and slowly pushed her way closer and closer to the bird, unafraid of dirt or lying on the ground close to bugs. He followed as she continued to hunt for things to photograph. He wondered what it is exactly she was looking for.

Whatever it was, she must have found it.

She had stopped suddenly, raising her camera in her hand and pointing it towards the tree line behind the house…

Deer.

A mother and a yearling. Still a few spots along its back. He watched as she knelt down once more, and then moved from side to side before standing and attempting to get shots at different angles. A sound nearby spooked the deer and they too disappeared.

She sighed as she made her way back towards him.

“I don’t suppose you’re up for a hike?” She asked.

“It’ll be dark in 20 minutes and Bobby is still finishing his checks, we need to say close to the house.”

“Okay, no problem.” She said as she spun and continued to hunt for something that catches her eye.

“Hey… (Y/N).”

“Yeah?”

“I need to ask you a question, and I need you to answer it.”

“Okay?” She answered puzzled.

“Why don’t you want to go home? What don’t I know?”

“Dean.” She sighed. “Can we just not. I just don’t wanna go back… I worked really had to get the hell out of a town that had nothing to offer me, okay?”

“You’re lying.”

“Ughhhh… Dean. I just. I don’t want to!”

“Why.” He crossed his arms.

“Because I don’t.”

“… (Y/N) Don’t play with me. I’ll find whatever it is your hiding.”

His tone and his words caught her off guard.

_”Wow… I’ve been on your bullshit cartel America’s Most Wanted List ONCE and now all of a sudden I’m a fucking criminal.” She laughed slightly throwing her hands up.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m asking you a question.”

“The question your asking is fucking personal, Dean. Okay? I’m sure you have other ways of finding the answers… you think I know you aren’t already digging? You closed that folder mighty fast earlier. Just look into my family. See what you find. I’m sure you can piece together the puzzle from there.”

She turned to stalk off back towards the house.

“(Y/N) stop… wait!” Dean called after her seeing that she was obviously upset. He grumbled and pulled his hand down his face, weighing out his options. He was angry, why couldn’t she just fucking tell him? Why did she have to make it so difficult?

He did the one thing he didn’t want to do.

He pulled out his phone, switching it over to satellite and dialing the number he memorized years ago.

“Dean. I heard you were off grid, everything okay?”

Charlie’s worried voice caused him to grin slightly.

“Yeah, I’m good. I need a favor.”

“Ohhh… do tell. I always like it when a Winchester owes me a favor.” She chuckled, causing him to grin as he stared pensively at the house in front of him.

“I need to know everything. Dig deep… full work up. All the skeletons, even the small shit. Whole family.”

“Send me what you got, and I’ll start today.”

“When you get it, just text me about the tires. Okay?”

“You got it.”

Dean hung up the phone and tapped it against his forehead a couple of times. He knows its risky to pull in someone from outside the team, someone off the force, but he knows Charlie. He trusts Charlie. She would never betray him, and honestly she’s more efficient than any police force he’s ever worked with… If anyone can get him the answers he needs, it’s her. He just hopes that opening up a communications line doesn’t come back to bite him later.

“You know that phone works better if you put it to your ear instead of your face.” Bobby chided as he approached from the side.

“Thanks.” Dean scoffed as he slid it back in his pocket and turned to face the older man.

“What’s got you spinning your wheels, kid?”

“From day 1 I knew I was missing something… it didn’t add up. SHE didn’t add up, Bobby. I just can’t shake it. Sometimes I think maybe I overreacted b-“

“Who you? Never…” Bobby teased, earning a glare from Dean. J

“I’m serious, Bobby. I kept thinking I was missing something about this case. About her ties to the cartel. Maybe its got nothing to do with that… maybe it’s whatever she’s got tucked away in her closet from before. I need to know what it is.”

“So ask her.”

“I did… didn’t exactly go well.”

“Did you ask her, or did you accuse her?”

“I asked!”

“… Boy. Watch your tone with me. If you asked her anything like the way you just answered me then was it really asking? I mean we all saw her reaction to even the mention of having to go back there. Something happened. You’re right… We probably should know about it incase it’s important or relevant to something in the case.”

“Thank you!” Dean sighed exasperated as he threw up his hands and shuffled on his feet again.

“But that don’t mean you can force her to tell you. Whatever happened hurt her, Dean. Bad. Surely you can see that. She probably hasn’t gone back to that place, mentally or physically in a really long time. She can’t just re-open those wounds simply because you asked.”

“Well then what the hell do I do?”

“Explain it to her, stop being an ass and tell her why it’s important. Take what she gives you, and if you’d give her some time to build that trust with you then I have a feeling she’ll tell you anything you need to know. She wants to help. Hasn’t she proved that?”

Dean chewed on his lip as if he was chewing on Bobby’s words.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

…..

Dean stood outside of her door. Debating on knocking like he has for the last ten minutes going back and forth between her door and the kitchen. Finally, he bit the bullet. Grabbed her plate, and forced his knuckles to knock against the wooden door.

No response.

“(Y/N) come on. You have to eat. We had a deal.” He said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

Soft footsteps made their way to the door, and then it opened slowly. She looked between him and the plate he was holding. It had a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of Jody’s soup, a water bottle wedged in the crook of his arm beside it.

“Thank you.” She said reaching out and accepting the plate, not meeting his gaze. He handed over the water and she quickly moved to shut the door, but dean’s foot in the doorway stopped the movement and caused her to finally look up to him.

“Can I come in, please?” He asked with a steady voice.

“Why?”

“Because I asked nicely.” He said with raised eyebrows. Her own eyebrows shot upwards in a similar fashion. She scoffed and shook her head as she shoved the door open again and moved to walk back inside. She set the plate down on the bedside table before sitting on the bed against the headboard, her knees pulled up slightly. Her eyes solely focused on the blanket at her feet.

“(Y/N)” Dean sighed as he stepped forward and crossed his arms from where he stood beside the bed. “I. I’’m- I’m sorry… okay? I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

“Geez. It physically pains you doesn’t it…”

“What?”

“To have to apologize to me.” She finally looked up to him again.

“Yeah well. I don’t say it often, so. Don’t get used to it.” He tried to give her a playful smile, she gave small laugh in return, but Dean couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.

“What do you want, Dean? Really…”

He looked at her with confusion.

“If you just wanted to apologize you would have choked out the words and then disappeared, but you’re still standing here. Uncomfortably, might I add. So… what do you want?”

Dean nodded his head up and down before turning and taking a seat on the side of her bed. He stared at the wall, debating on what to say next. His hands twisted back and forth.

“Sammy was just a baby… when our Mom died. Dad raised us and did the best he could. But he grieved her his entire life. He never let it go… never stopped chasing what killed her, or who. Sam’s wellbeing has been my top priority most of my life… when he found Jess. He became a lawyer. He became a husband. He became his own person with his own life, but to me he will always be Sammy, and I will always take care of him.”

He looked up to her, and her face had softened significantly. She had leaned forward and was not resting her chin on her folded arms that laid on her knees. Watching him intently as he spoke, taking in the words he was speaking as if her life depended on it… which to be fair maybe in her mind they did.

“Jess had a sister. She was beautiful, always looking for the next big adventure in life… but sometimes that just got her in trouble. Somehow, she got mixed up with this crew, Brian’s crew.”

(Y/N)’s stomach sank and her eyes began to water.

“We didn’t know until it was too late, she had gone missing… was gone for weeks until we found her body. Sam has been hunting them ever since. As much as he resented our father for never being able to let go of the past, he’s just like him.” Dean chuckled. “He’s doing it for Jess, because he loves her… and there is nothing I won’t do to help him give her the closure and peace she deserves. The justice that they deserve.”

“I’m so sorry, Dean.” (Y/N) finally whispered. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know about any of them. If I had known. I would have never, I- I would have helped them.”

“Sam believes you can help us, and I just don’t want him to be blindsided if something hits the fan.”

“You think I’m going to blindside him.” She mumbled.

“I think I have to be prepared for anything when it comes to protecting Sam, and protecting you. (Y/N) even if I don’t make it obvious, I really am on your side here. But you have to help me be on your side… you’ve got to tell me things so that I can prepare us for anything that may come up. Especially going into a situation like the one we’re gonna be in tomorrow… one where there is obviously some history I don’t know about.”

“It’s not that simple, Dean.”

Her hands fidget back and forth as she pulls and twists at loose strings. As a heavy hand lands on hers, she freezes. Here eyes move back up to meet his.

“I know that, and I know it’s not easy either… but it could be important.”

“I don’t wanna go back there.” She whispers, her eyes never breaking free from his. He searched her gaze for anything angry or withdrawn, but all he found was something small and vulnerable.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time, you won’t be there alone.”

“They all knew about it, Dean… they knew about it and they did nothing.” She said as a tear slid down her cheek, she dipped her face against her knee to wipe it away.

“Knew about what?”

“They knew… they knew he was drinking. They knew he was hurting her.”

Her words were small and tight. They didn’t give details, but Dean pushed his mind to pull details out of her file for context… he knew her mother too had died when she was 16. He knew that she had a younger brother. He knew that her father was a judge in their hometown, but that he too had died about 4 years afterwards… drowning accident.

Her mother’s death had been a car accident, unfortunate yet something that happened every day. Nothing about it struck him as out of the ordinary.

He doesn’t know what possessed his hand to move, because it certainly wasn’t his brain… perhaps his hand formed its own damn brain and started making decisions without his permission. All he knew is that before he could decide his hand had moved off of hers and found its way to her face, sliding against the edge of her cheek before his fingers slid into her hair and his thumb grazed against her cheek bone, wiping away the tear she missed.

But he didn’t pull it away.

She didn’t pull away.

She stayed, leaned against his hand as his finger tips moved ever so slightly against her scalp.

“He killed her… he would have killed me. Hayes, got me out. He made me promise never to come back. But, I didn’t listen. I wanted to go back for James, my brother.”

“T-there was an incident… at the lake house.” She swallowed around the dry lump in her throat. She chewed on her cheek and pulled her eye away from his.

“Okay… that’s enough for now.” Dean sighed. “Is there anyone there that knows the truth, about what happened to your mom? Anyone who might want to keep you quiet or might not want you making waves in town while we’re there?”

“Everyone.” She whispered looking back up at him.

“Okay.” He sighed deeply as he nodded up and down. “Is your bother still there?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Is there more that I need to know?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged.

Dean stared at her, looking more defeated and sunken in on herself than she had since the day he met her… something in him couldn’t push. Couldn’t ask for more. He could wait… Charlie would fill in the gaps and hopefully he knew enough to keep them safe tomorrow.

“Okay, well… that’s enough for tonight. Thank you. For telling me the truth.”

“I’m sorry… that I can’t tell you more right now.”

“Maybe later, huh?” He offered with half a grin.

“Maybe.” She nodded as she laid against his hand, slightly nuzzling herself against his warm palm.

“You really need to eat something, we’re gonna leave at 5, drive most of the day. Meet Brian tomorrow evening. Then immediately start making our way back. It’s gonna be a long one.”

“Dean?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

The nickname caught him off guard almost as much as it caught her off guard, but he hid it much better than she did; simply waiting for her to speak again with a relaxed posture and easy eyes.

“Brian… what- what do I say to him?”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. We have plenty of time to prep in the car, okay?”

She nodded, her movements still slightly constricted by his hand weaved into her hair.

“Benny and Cas will be close too, okay? Sam too. We will protect you. The moment things don’t feel right, we’ll pull you out. I promise.”

“I know you will.” She gave him a small smile.

“Eat.” He nodded to her plate once more before he withdrew his hand and stood from the side of her bed. She instantly missed his touch and the warmth it brought her.

“Yes sir.” She smirked before picking up half of the grilled cheese and lifting it to her lips for a bite, chewing with mischief in her eyes. Dean chuckled and shook his head as his hands found his hips and he turned towards the door.

“Hey Dean…” She called out before he could leave the room. He turned to face her, but didn’t speak.

“Thank you… for telling me the truth. About your family, and Jess’s sister. I’m so sorry I couldn’t help her.”

“You’re helping her now, that’s what matters.”

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