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ao3gingerswag · 3 years

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on the whole idea of the boys when they're older interacting with kids, what if one day a kid comes in with his family who's like rly shy and timid, like not bc of abuse he's just rly shy and with his family who are perhaps quite boisterous and he's not and he gets quite anxious and there's a whole thing where the boys are able to bring him out of his shell ;~; like when he and his family are sitting down for a meal dean comes out with their food and makes him relax bc hes so good with kids. he comes down during the night bc he heard a noise and got scared and cas is down there cleaning up for the night and talks to him about nature to calm him down and the boy is like :)) and then the next morning he's outside and there's other kids who are playing with sam and he's off to the side but sam notices and is able to bring him into the play and he ends up making friends with the other kids, and then by the time the family have to leave the inn he's like smiling and happy and he turns to his parents and is like 'can we come back here soon :D' and it's this rly nice moment, maybe from his perspective so we get to see others reactions to the boys :))

ALSO AS I WAS WRITING THIS I HAD AN EPIPHANY WHAT IF THE BOY IS JACK. DOESN'T NEED TO BE BUT IT WORKS KINDA WELL!!

awwww this is so cute!!! Maybe this could be combined with the prompt about cas helping the family with an autistic child and helping the parents understand their kid better....like maybe the kid is autistic and so he has a hard time talking sometimes and is withdrawn bc of difficulty interacting with others. and dean is so good with kids, even if he can't spot right away that the kid is autistic like cas would be able to, he can tell when he comes out with the food that the kid is in distress. like he's like and here's yours sir :) to the kid (dean is very polite but he is calling the kid sir as a bit of a joke to make the kid smile) and the kid like doesnt look up and the parents are like oh sorry he's just shy. and dean is like oh. hmmm. cause the kid has like his fingers clenched in his tunic. when he comes back out he like crouches next to the kid to make him feel more comfortable and is like hey :) i'm dean :) and the kid doesnt look up or say anything and the parents r like sorry he gets like this idk why. jack look at the nice boy and introduce yourself. (i didnt watch the later seasons but from what i see on tumblr.edu the consensus is that jack is autistic so!) and dean is like no thats ok he doesnt have to look at me/talk to me. and then to jack he's like. u know i have a friend who doesn't always look at people or talk to them and we get along just fine. so i think me and jack are gonna get along great :) and then to jack he's like. you know. my friend and i dont always talk using our voices. sometimes we use our hands! (i guess this is post meeting eileen- i've said this on a different post but once dean cas and sam r introduced to the concept of sign language they adopt it immediately bc cas feels so much more comfortable communicating like that when he's having trouble w/ words) and jack is like ??! so turns towards dean w/o making eye contact, clearly intrigued. and dean is like :) wanna see? :) and jack nods. and dean shows him a few basic signs and jack mimics him. and one of the words is upset. and then once jack learns it, dean signs "you upset?" to him. ;~; and jack nods. and dean is like. wanna tell me what's up? maybe i can help! and then jack does the shy kid thing of indicating with body language that they dont wanna say what's wrong out loud, so dean leans in and jack whispers into his ear "loud." and dean is like oh! i see! we can fix that :) can i tell your parents what you just told me? and jack nods. so dean says to the parents (who r looking on in bemusement) its a bit loud in here for jack. mind if i take him outside for a minute? and the parents are like oh! sweetheart why didnt you tell us? (they arent bad parents they just dont get jack and its the middle ages so its not like there is info out there) and jack shrugs and the parents sort of helplessly shrug at each other, bc jack not verbalizing issues is a common problem for them. and they r like um its ok u dont have to take him outside we will take him. but do u mind bringing our food outside and stuff. like can we eat there. and dean is like of course no problem! and theyre like r u sure? im sorry that u have to go out of ur way for us, im sorry about our son, he can be. kinda fussy sometimes. and dean is like literally dont worry about it!

so then jack's parents take him outside and they all eat on the porch, and dean keeps popping back over to check on them. and jack is clearly much happier and starts to become much more verbal now that he's not overstimulated. still shy and quiet but much more smiley and every time dean brings them something he's very quietly like "thank you."

omg! maybe dean notices that he's not eating his food and so he's like do we want something else? and the parents r like omg no omg im sorry he's just so particular about what he likes omg the food is great jack pls eat ur food dont be rude. and dean is like he's not being rude at all he's a very polite young man :) id be happy to bring something else out. and the parents r like. well. if you're sure...he likes things that r like. boring. like really really boring. like plain porridge with nothing in it and stuff like that. and dean is like mashed potatoes? and the parents r like yes! and jack perks up. and so he brings that out for jack. and he brings it out and the parents r like omg omg thank u SO much for going so out of ur way for our weird kid even tho he still wont look at u at all. they dont say that part they're not assholes to jack, its implied tho and jack kinda curls into himself bc hes embarrassed about causing problems. and dean ofc notices and is like. u know. my friend who talks with his hands can be very particular too. he doesnt like the noise in the dining room either, and he also only likes certain foods. and jack perks up again :)

ahhh he keeps coming out to check on them and he's like hey how u doing? and!! oh no maybe dean also taught him the sign for happy and he signs "happy" at dean ;~:

to be clear- dean doesn't make the connection that jack LIKE like cas, as in he's autistic, at least not yet. like i think he WOULD if he had more time with him, but cas is the only autistic person he's ever met, and he just met jack. dean def just thinks he's very shy, but he's great with kids and can tell right away that jack is upset, and he shows him the signs not cause he realizes that jack is actually non-verbal in that moment but because he really doesnt care if the kid doesn't want to talk to him, he just wants to help. and he shows him the signs and stuff bc he wants the kid to tell him whats wrong, but kids wont tell strangers that if u just ask upfront, you have to gain their trust a little first ;~; and dean understands all of this instinctually bc he's great with kids so he manages to figure out whats wrong and solve the problem even without realizing that jack is autistic. ;~;

the person who figures out that jack is autistic is definitely cas!! jack comes down in the middle of the night maybe not cause he hears a noise, maybe he just cant sleep bc he hates his routine being disrupted and being in a new place ;~; and the sheets feel all wrong and everything smells wrong and everything is different and he hates it ;~; so he comes downstairs maybe be he's crying and he doesnt want to wake his parents up. and cas is downstairs cleaning up still, it's totally quiet tho now so there is no overstimulation. and cas is like oh! a tiny person!! uuhhh.... he def panics a little bc he's not good w people and he's not sure what to do with a random crying child. maybe he briefly considers waking dean up bc dean is good with kids and also maybe he saw dean talking to jack earlier. but then hes like no dean is tired i dont want to bother him ill try to deal with it. and hes like um. hello. um. my name is castiel i am the owner of this inn. um i guess u dont care about that. um. r u ok? and then the kid signs "upset" ;~; and cas is like oh! bc thats their signs! so he signs "what's wrong, why are you upset?" back even tho like it's just their home signs so how would this kid know them. but he signed "upset" so cas responds kinda on instinct. and the kid does not understand anything other than upset bc dean only showed him like 5 signs and he kinda already forgot the other ones. but it doesnt matter! bc those r hand words like dean was talking about and showing him! which must mean this is his friend who doesnt like looking at people or talking!! and jack is verbally like. r u dean's friend who doesnt like looking at people or talking. and cas is like um? yeah i guess? thats me. and jack is like ! i am very particular too! and bc he trusts dean and now by extension cas, and believes dean about cas being "particular" like him, he doesnt feel embarrassed about admitting what's wrong. and he spills his guts hes like everything is WRONG i dont like how anything feels or smells or tastes and everything is different from how it is at home and i HATE it and mom and dad says thats rude but i dont want to be rude but i cant sleep bc everything is all wrong!!! ;~; and he says all this not looking at cas and waving his hands around his head. and cas is like......................................................................oh. hm. i see. this is Me.

so he's just very empathetic and is like im really sorry i totally understand, you're not being rude, i also feel that way whenever we travel and i also am very selective about what i can touch and eat and stuff and am very sensitive to the physical environment. i know i cant fix it all but is there anything i can do to help you feel better? do u want to try some different blankets? and he takes jack to the linen closet and is extremely patient as he brings down each blanket and lets jack touch each one and decide which is the best. and it DOESNT solve everything but just having someone take him seriously and listen to him makes jack feel so much better and hes eventually able to go back to sleep ;~;

in the morning theyre outside, sam who's like 16 or whatever is chasing the kids around playing tickle monster. and jack's parents try to get him to go play with sam and the other kids but he doesnt want to he's too shy and anxious. and cas keeps staring at jack like :( bc he KNOWS but he doesnt know what to do about it. he brings it up with dean and dean is like OH. i see THATS what was going on with him he's like you! and cas is like yeah :( idk what to do about it...

sam sees jack hanging around with his parents on the side and he's like hey! do u want to come play? and jack is like................ and his parents r like sorry hes really shy. and sam is like thats ok! i have an idea, why dont we change the game and we can play hide and seek! (bc that doesnt require jack to jump in to interacting with a big crowd of kids) he's like :) i bet u can hide real well! :) and jack is like! :D and he nods bc hes like whoa i CAN hide really well! and they play hide and ofc sam is the seeker but when he finds the kids he always kinda turns it into man hunt cause he's like ah HA i got u!!! and he chases them around. and eventually he finds jack and hes like mwahahahaha now im gonna EAT you!!! and jack like screeches and giggles and bolts away and sam chases him and the other kids, and basically he like tricks jack into playing the exact same game they were playing before by like easing him into it by not making the start of the game require walking up to a crowd of ppl. but then once they r in the game he's ok just running around with the other kids :)

meanwhile dean and cas watch this and dean is like. do u want to talk to the parents. and cas is like. :/ i dont know how to do that. like how would we even start that conversation. and dean is like. i can help u :) so he does! he's like hey u remember i was talking about my friend to ur son the other day? this is he! u met him when u were checking in! ive noticed that he's like really really similar to ur son and has some of the same issues, and we were wondering if u wanted to talk about how cas deals with some of those things? and basically dean eases them into the conversation and makes it unintimidating for both parties. and cas teaches the parents all about the concept of sign language, and how going non-verbal is more than just being shy, and like they start describing situations in which jack was like Weird theyre like one time he started screaming and crying and rocking in public we didnt know what to do! and cas is like well where were u? what was going on? and like helps them identify the kinds of sensory things that probably trigger jack and stuff. and just like. its a good convo.

omg and cas is literate by this point and maybe the parents r too and hes like. if u ever wanna write to me and ask me about more shit and whatever pls dont hesitate. and then they DO and basically they help this family understand and raise their autistic son and its great!!! :D

anyway this is a VERY long response i definitely just outlined a mini-fic here.

#ao3gingerswag #asks #prompts #ideas #wander home #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this was fun now i have to do hw

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dlwritings · 4 years

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 24 - Goodfellas

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 4,129

warnings - language, blood, descriptions of torture, implications of rape, it’s a heavy chapter so just be warned

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(previous)

When Alice woke up, she had no idea where she was. She was hanging from the ceiling by chains, her toes just barely touching the ground. She lifted her head drowsily and blinked, adjusting to the dim light in the room. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.

"You know-" She jumped at the voice behind her, unable to turn and see who it belonged to. "-you can only get about five miles with a tear in your radiator hose."

The person walked in front of her, and she felt her stomach drop. "Lucifer," she muttered.

"Oh, you remember me!" he said, putting his hand on his chest. "I'm flattered."

"Let me go," she said, doing her best not to cry despite how terrified she was.

Lucifer tsked. "I'm afraid I can't do that. See, you have something I need."

"I don't have anything," she said. "You've got this all wrong."

"Actually," he said, "I don't. Because I think you know a lot more than you say you do." She shook her head in denial, and Lucifer grabbed her chin to stop her. She winced at the contact. "I want the location of the Wincehster bunker."

"Why?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Because, sweetheart," he said, "I'm going to blow those fuckers off the map before they can cap me, capiche?"

She shook her head in disbelief. "I don't understand. Why me? I, I can't help you."

"Well," he said, "I figured my chances of you breaking are much higher than any of his people. You know, they signed up for this. For violence. For torture. You? You just signed up for a good fucking, right? You never expected this." He walked over to a table Alice hadn't noticed until then. It was covered in tools, and she felt tears coming to her eyes. "Plus, I want to see how long it takes you to break. It's kind of like a fun game for me." He traced his hands over the tools. "That's where I made a mistake with Lisa," he said. "I didn't get to see her pain. I didn't get anything out of what happened to her except Dean's utter brokenness. I'm not going to make that same mistake with you."

"Please," she said. "You don't have to do this."

"You're right," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "If you just tell me where the bunker is, you get to leave safe and sound."

She shook her head no. "I can't."

Lucifer sighed. "Suit yourself."

With every punch delivered to Alice's body, her mind repeated the same phrase: Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut. It was a line from Goodfellas that she knew applied to her situation. She couldn't give Dean away. She knew that. She knew Lucifer would think she was weak. Every man she ever met thought she was weak. This time, she would prove otherwise.

Lucifer punched her, and blood gushed from her nose. "I'll ask you again," he said as she struggled to lift her head. "Where's the bunker?"

She took a shaky breath. "I don't know." Lucifer sighed, put his hands on his hips, and hung his head.

"I'll give you this, Alice," he said, turning to the table. "You don't give up easy." When he turned to face her again, he was holding a knife. She couldn't help the fear that bubbled up in her chest, and she knew Lucifer saw it. He grinned and waved the knife. "You could just talk, you know," he said. "This doesn't have to get ugly." She spit some blood out of her mouth and onto the floor and looked up at him again.

"I don't know anything."

Lucifer tutted and walked back over to her, popping her shirt open with the knife. Without any hesitation, he took the knife and dug it into her skin, drawing a sharp line down the middle of her chest. She let out a scream and tossed her head back, feeling tears slide across her cheeks. "Tell me where the bunker is," Lucifer said.

"I don't know," she said. He cut a line diagonal to the first and repeated the question. She gave the same answer. After doing this two more times, Lucifer sighed and put the knife back on the table. She tried to catch her breath, but every time she breathed too deeply, the cuts on her chest felt like they were tearing open. Just when Lucifer turned to her again with a new tool in his hand, her phone rang from where he had set it on the table. Lucifer picked it up and saw it was Dean. She thought he would answer it, but he didn't. He looked at her and started walking back over to her. "You tell him everything's fine," Lucifer said. "You try anything funny, this knife is gonna go a little deeper, you understand?" She swallowed thickly and nodded, so Lucifer pressed answer on her phone.

"Hey, Dean," she said, doing her best to mask the fear in her voice.

"Hey," he said. "What's taking you so long?"

"Sorry," she said, looking up at Lucifer. "Clean up has just been taking way longer than I expected, and I've been talking to my colleagues and stuff."

"Right," Dean said. She could picture him putting his hand on his forehead, knowing he could read her through the phone just as well as he could in person. "You want to talk about our trip to Poughkeepsie? I thought we could leave next week."

"Yeah," she said, closing her eyes and praying the tears wouldn't fall. "Yeah, we can talk about it later. I, I gotta go though." She cleared her throat and looked up at Lucifer again. "Thomas needs my help with the balloons."

"Okay," Dean said. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay," she whispered. Before either of them could say anything else, Lucifer hung up the phone.

"Aw, you're planning a vacation?" Lucifer teased. "Isn't that sweet. You know, you two really do make a great couple." He turned back to the table. "Now. Where were we?"

He grabbed the tool he had put down earlier, and she noticed right away they were pliers. She held back her tears and bit her lip when she felt it shaking. "You could just tell me, you know," he said. "I really can't see how Dean Winchester could be worth all this."

"Go to hell," she breathed out.

He laughed. "I've already been. Didn't quite sit right with me."

She clenched her fists, trying to hide the tips of her nails, but he had no problem prying her fingers out and exposing them to him again. "Which one should I take first?" he asked, tapping the pliers against her fingers. "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo-" He finally settled on her middle finger and pinched the nail between the pliers. She screamed as he slowly pulled the nail from her finger. There was no use in holding back her sobs anymore. Her whole body was shaking, and the minute she looked up at her finger, she felt nauseous. She leaned over and threw up, doing her best not to get any vomit on herself, though it was a lost cause..

Lucifer tutted and pet her hair before gripping it in his fist and yanking her head up so she looked at him again. "Where, is, the bunker?" he asked.

Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

She mustered all her strength to spit in his face.

"Go, to, hell," she repeated.

Lucifer got even more creative after that. Between the cuts he drew across her skin, the torch he used to burn her, and the power clamps he used to shock her, she was struggling to stay awake through the pain. Most of the time, she was unconscious until he splashed water on her to wake her up again just for more pain. He had to have asked her ten times where the bunker was, but she wasn't cracking. She wouldn't crack.

She threw up again, blood coming out of her mouth as well after he punched her in the jaw. "Ready to talk yet?" Lucifer asked, putting his brass knuckles down and wiping his bloody hands on a towel. She let out a shaky breath.

"Bite me."

Anger flooded Lucifer's eyes, and he shook his head as he walked over to her. "You know, Alice," he said, "there are some lines that I never want to cross, but some people are harder to break than others, and I gotta do what I gotta do." He grabbed her by her hips and squeezed them tightly, then moved back to put his hand on her stomach. "Maybe I'll bring another child into this world. Since my son's finally taken a liking to me."

"No," she cried, her facade breaking. "Don't."

"Hmm, finally found your weak spot, huh?" he said, moving his hand down her stomach.

"Stop," she said. "I am begging you."

"Easy," Lucifer said. "Just tell me where the bunker is."

She shook her head no. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

She bit her lip and shook her head no, silent tears falling from her eyes. Lucifer sighed and started unbuckling her jeans. "Believe me when I say," he said, "that I wish I didn't have to do this."

Dean was driving faster than he was sure he had ever gone before. He had one hand on the wheel and the other was holding his cell phone to his ear. "I want you contacting everyone we've got," Dean said to Cas who was on the other end of the line. "Hell, you call Sam if you're running short on options! Bobby, Rufus, Jody, Ellen, Crowley, if you have to. I want every person whose number we have contacted and brought along. I don't know if he's alone or if he's got his men surrounding the place, but my only priority is getting her out, and I can't do that if I'm ambushed."

"I understand," Cas said. "I've already informed all of them. As soon as I told Sam what was going on, he wanted in. We'll get her, Dean."

"I'll get her," Dean said. "You all will cover my ass and gank anyone who gets in the way. You understand me?"

"I understand," Cas said.

"Wait outside until I get there, and we'll make a plan."

Dean was at the farmhouse in minutes, and all the others were already there. Dean slammed shut the door of the Impala and jogged over to his people. Sam, Cas, Bobby, Rufus, Jody, Ellen, Charlie, Garth, Eileen, Kevin, Donna, Amara, Benny, and Ketch were there. Dean was genuinely glad they didn't have to rope Crowley into it. He didn't want to worry about keeping him in check when he had much more important things to worry about.

"We scoped the place out," Bobby said. "We're seeing two doors: front and back."

"Her voice was kind of tinny," Dean said. "Gut says she's in the basement. We go in, split up, I go downstairs, we gank any of these idiots we meet along the way. No hesitation. Shoot first, questions later, you understand?" The men and women all nodded, and Dean gave one short nod of confirmation. Sam, Rufus, Ellen, Eileen, Kevin, Benny, and Ketch went through the back door and Dean, Cas, Bobby, Jody, Charlie, Garth, Donna, and Amara went through the front. They crossed into the house, and shots rang out from every direction. Dean clocked three men before making his way through the house to find the basement.

Lucifer froze, mid punch, as soon as he heard shots ring out upstairs. He muttered a quick, "Shit," and grabbed his gun from the table. Alice thought for a second that he was going to shoot her, but instead, he made his way to the basement window. He pushed it open and crawled out of it with ease. She watched him, trying to keep her eyes open. Her head felt heavy and it was pounding like she was at a bad rock concert. All she wanted was to close her eyes again, but when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she tried to stay more alert to see what was going on.

When she was able to focus her eyes again, Alice saw Dean running towards her. "Hey, hey," he said, crouching in front of her, putting his hand on her cheek.

"Dean," she breathed out. "Hey."

"I've got Alice," Dean said, putting his finger against his ear as he spoke into the com system. He spoke to Alice and said, "Let's get you out of here." He picked the lock on her chains and caught her as she collapsed. His stomach felt sick as he looked at all the blood she was covered in, not to mention the fact that her jeans were unbuttoned and her underwear was ripped. Dean started to button her jeans back up, but Alice couldn't stand up on her own. Her legs gave out, and he knelt beside her and held her close to him.

"Dean," she sobbed, "I didn't tell him anything. I swear."

"It's alright, sweetheart," he said. "It's alright. You did so good. I'm gonna get you all fixed up now." She shook her head no and put her hand on his cheek.

"I've been bleeding bad for a long time," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She was right. She was bleeding everywhere, and more than he had ever seen after someone was tortured. Her legs, arms, hands, and torso were all covered in blood. She was looking faint, and Dean had to lean close to her to make out what she was saying. "I think I'm-"

"No, no," Dean said. "You're gonna be fine, okay?"

"It's okay, Dean," she said, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's okay."

"Keep your eyes open," he said, tapping her cheeks. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to get her attention. "I need you to stay awake, okay?"

"I'm tired," she breathed out.

"I know you are," he said. "But I need you to stay awake until we get you to the doctor." He turned his head away from her and focused on talking in the coms. "Cas! Sam! Someone get your ass down here!"

Alice tried again to speak. "Lucifer, he-"

"No, shh, don't talk," he said. "Just focus on staying awake."

"S'important, Dean," she said. "He's trying-" She swallowed and was clearly concentrating hard on what she wanted to say. "He's trying to find the bunker."

"Okay," Dean said, wondering how fucking long it took someone to walk down the fucking stairs.

"No, no, Dean," she said. He looked down at her. "I think he wants to blow it up." His eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. She swallowed again and tried to focus on breathing.

"Says he's gonna blow you off the map," she said, "before you guys get him." She felt tears coming to her eyes again. "I swear, Dean. I didn't say-"

"Sh, sh," he said again. "You did so good, sweetheart. Such a brave girl. My strong, strong girl. You remembered our special code word and everything. I'm so proud of you. You're gonna be okay."

Cas and Sam both made it to the basement, guns raised, only to lower them as soon as they saw Dean and Alice. They ran over to them. "One of you needs to bring the car around," Dean said. "I'm gonna carry her upstairs, so get the door for me."

The men both nodded, and Dean picked Alice up and headed up the stairs. She whimpered a bit at the new position, and he just pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're okay," he said. "You're okay."

Sam brought the car around, and Dean slid in the back with Alice. He pressed on the accelerator, speeding off in the direction of the hospital. "Stay awake for me, okay sweetheart?" Dean said, kissing her forehead and tucking some hair behind her ear. She nodded but didn't open her eyes.

And she wanted to. She really wanted to.

By the time they got to the hospital, she was out. Dean lifted her up and burst in through the ER doors leaving Sam to park the car. "I need help!" Dean shouted. "Somebody help me!"

Some nurses ran in, and he saw Jody's daughter, Alex, spot him from down the hall. She ran over to them while calling for a gurney to be brought. Dean helped Alice onto the gurney and pushed some of her hair away from her face. "What happened?" Alex asked.

"Uh, uh," Dean tried to focus. "I'm not sure. Some broken fingers. Busted jaw. Some knife wounds. And, and burns. Uh, I'm not completely sure." Dean kept following the gurney as they pushed it away, but Alex stopped him once they got to the doors he wasn't allowed to pass through.

"Dean, I can't let you come any further," she said.

"You need to let me through!" he shouted, pushing past her. A few stronger men came by and held Dean back. "Get your fucking hands off of me!"

"Dean, Dean!"

He turned around and saw Sam running towards him. Sam held him back and pulled him away from the nurses. Dean pushed him off of him but didn't try any harder to get through the doors. He just watched as they fluttered back and forth. His jaw was clenched, and it was doing everything in his power not to punch everything around him. Instead, he sunk to the floor and leaned his back against the wall. He set his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands. Sam sat beside him.

"She'll be alright," Sam said.

"This never should've happened," Dean said. "I never should've gotten this close to her. This was such a rookie mistake, man."

Sam hesitated. "I don't really think it was." Dean looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I'm just saying. You finally opened your heart up to someone again. I don't think that's a mistake, and I don't think Alice would think so either." Dean wiped his face with his hand and sighed. Sam saw how red his brother's eyes were, and he knew it was taking everything in him not to lose it.

"I can't keep putting the people I love in danger," Dean said. "I can't."

"You don't get to make that choice for her," Sam said. "If she wants you, she knows what that comes with. Especially now."

"And if she wants to leave?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged and licked his lips.

"Then you rest everyday knowing she's safe."

Dean sighed. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, Sammy."

Sam never thought he'd hear Dean say that.

"So," Sam said, "what do you want to do? Let Crowley take on Lucifer alone? Kill Lucifer and then leave Crowley to his own devices?"

"I don't know, man," Dean said. "Maybe I need the simple life. Settle down. Pop out a few kids. Like you and Jess."

"It's not that easy," Sam said. "I left it with you in charge. Who are you gonna leave it to? Cas?" Dean scoffed and ran a hand through his hair.

"There's no good way out of this for me, is there?" he said.

Sam sighed. "No way out alive."

Dean's usual doctor, Dr. Grandin came over to the boys then, and they immediately got up from the floor. "What's the damage?" Dean asked him. "How is she? Is she okay? Is she gonna be okay?"

"She's fine," Dr. Grandin said. "Still unconscious, but she's in stable condition. We wrapped her jaw, her fingers, and her burn marks. The scars from the knife will likely never fully fade. She's going to be in a lot of pain for a while." He hesitated. "Unfortunately, I can't give you all the medical details without her signed consent."

"We have a deal, Grandin," Dean said, his eyes narrowing.

"And I have a medical license I intend on keeping," he replied. "Dean, I can't break patient doctor confidentiality. If you want any additional information, you'll have to ask her."

Dean sighed. "Can I at least see her?" he asked, his voice cracking. Dr. Grandin nodded and opened his mouth to say something else, but Dean pushed past him. Sam could get all the details. "Room 237!" Dr. Grandin called after Dean.

When he got into Alice's room, he had to clench his jaw to stop himself from crying. He rushed over to her and pulled up a chair, dragging it close to the bed. She looked so small and fragile, and it was his fault. She was there because of him. He took her hand gently and brought it up to her lips to kiss it. "Sweetheart, I don't know if you can hear me," he whispered, "but I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna leave until you're awake, okay? And when you're awake, I'm gonna make sure you're always safe."

Sam came into the room then and pulled up a chair beside Dean. "How's she doing?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean said. "She, she's still beeping." He pointed to the monitor with the hand that wasn't still holding hers.

"Richard's holding up his end," Sam said, speaking of Dr. Grandin, "as usual. I wouldn't worry."

"I'm never worried about Richard," Dean mumbled. He was still looking at Alice, as if the harder he stared, the more likely she'd wake up. He had made a deal with Dr. Grandin a long time ago: he patches up any bloody body Dean brings his way, Dean doesn't kill him. This saved them from working with sketchy doctors in dirty basements.

The door to the hospital room burst open then, and Christine walked in dressed in her scrubs. "Shit," she said, running over to Alice's side. Dean and Sam both stood up and gave her space. "Shit, shit." She looked at Dean and Sam, anger filled in her eyes. "What did you do to her?" she screamed, slapping Dean's chest. "This is your fault!"

Dean tried to calm her down. "Christine-"

"She told me who you are," she said, "and I warned her to stay away! I told her what would happen! And she ignored me! Said you loved her and that you'd always protect her! But you didn't!" She continued to pound her fists against Dean's chest, and he just let her. Sam was the one who gently grabbed her arms and pulled her away from his brother. She broke down into tears, and Sam allowed her to cry against his chest.

"Doctor says she'll be okay," Sam said, rubbing Christine's back. "Just some scars." Christine sniffed and nodded, then pulled away from Sam. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and turned to Dean again.

"She has been hurt enough," she said, her tone cold and serious, "but I know her. I know she'll fall right back into your arms. She'll listen to your reassuring words, and she'll believe everything you say." She poked his chest. "But if you ever, ever get her hurt like this again, I will go to the cops so fucking fast. I know all about your bunker. All about your plot against Lucifer. All about everything. And I keep my mouth shut because it's not my business. Because I don't want to get roped into your shit. Because I love Alice, and she asked me to leave it be. But I swear to god, Dean. She's my sister, and I'd do anything to protect her. Even if that means sticking my neck out and winding up on the mafia's radar. Do you understand?"

Sam raised his eyebrows as he looked over Christine's shoulder at Dean. If anyone were to speak to Dean this way, they usually didn't live to see tomorrow. He was dangerous. He could grab his gun and pop Christine right between the eyes without even flinching. But Sam didn't see anger on Dean's face. He saw guilt. The elder Winchester just clenched his jaw, licked his lips, and nodded at Christine. "I'm so sorry," Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant for this to happen." Christine's hard expression didn't shift.

"I'll tell her you stopped by," she said to him, "but you need to leave."

"Please," Dean started to say, "I can't lea-"

"I'll say it one more fucking time," Christine said. "Get the hell out of this room."

Dean sighed but obliged with a nod. Sam looked at him, silently questioning the decision, but when Dean walked out without another word, Sam knew to keep his mouth shut.

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Top 10 Favourite Characters

I was tagged by @not-a-natural-born-idjit and then flailed because they’re one of my absolute fave writers! (Seriously go to AO3 and read everything right now)

Rules: list your favorite character from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people

1. Castiel | Supernatural I know I flail a lot about Dean and I love Dean’s face but Castiel is my #1. He’s fierce and brave and impatient and selfless. I don’t know how a being that’s been around for millenia can be innocent but he is. I like how messy he is, and he can be such an effective antagonist without being the big bad. Any friction he has with The Winchesters is from disagreeing on the right course of action and as viewers we can decide who to side with because both are inherently good. It’s their decisions that cause problems and that is a much more compelling narrative than “this thing is just evil.” I ship him with Dean (duh) but also Sam occasionally and I’d honestly love to see some Cas/Rowena action.

2. Hannibal Lecter | NBC Hannibal/Hannibal-verse Long before NBC decided to grace us with the absolute masterpiece that is Hannibal, I have loved this character. I think I was 14 or 15 when I fell down the Thomas Harris rabbit hole and I’ve yet to find a more perfectly crafted psychopath. He’s so refined that you really can believe that no one would suspect him of being the Chesapeake Ripper. His crimes are heinous and many without feeling sensationalized. Harris was originally a crime reporter which I think gave him the ability to ground Hannibal in reality. I really liked how the TV show fleshed out the main points that in the books Clarice Starling and Will Graham continually have to remind people of which is that he does these things to amuse himself. It was really amazing to watch him set up the dominos and then stand back to let everyone else knock them all down. I ship him with Clarice or Alaina mainly but I LOVE me some murder!husbands. It’s the slowest of burns and I will bask in those flames forever.

3. Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son First of all Tom Payne okay. Second of all, poor, sweet damaged Malcolm. I really like that he has that rich kid air about him but it’s super subtle. He’s obviously very damaged by his father (Martin Whitley is a good example of one of those over the top “legendary” killer characters, though Michael Sheen’s performance REALLY goes a long way to making that believable) and the show doesn’t make his mental illness the forefront of his character. Malcolm works and visits his family and occasionally dates very similarly to any other main character but he’s doing all these things with severe PTSD, anxiety and depression. He’s always portrayed as upbeat and determined to push through any handicaps his mental health issues might cause. There are also times when he can’t and those are shown not by concerned family and friends banding together to throw him in a treatment center but it’s usually him, white-knuckling through it or attempting to work it out on his own which is another extremely realistic portrayal of how people deal with trauma and depression. I ship him with OFC because he and Dani have ZERO chemistry (I’m sorry Brightwell people). I like the IDEA of him and Edrissa but no one is writing it and I can’t even really get MY head around how to write it so I feel this serious urge to PUT HIM WITH SOMEBODY but there’s not been anyone on the show I’ve seen him have real chemistry with yet.

4. Tyrion Lannister | Game of Thrones I love Tyrion so much. I love him so much I named my cat after him. I loved him so much that I lived in CONSTANT. FEAR. that GRRM was going to kill him off at any moment. I like that despite everyone always thinking the worst of him he still does his best and not even with any intention of proving anyone wrong. He plays into their expectations with the booze and women but deep down he’s got a drive to be fair and especially kind to anyone who’s on the receiving end of pain and humiliation that are undeserved. He’s also fierce and clever enough to deliver crushing judgement and justice when deserved whether its through setting the wheels in motion or wielding the crossbow himself. I ship him with Sansa, shut up I know I just love the idea of them growing to love each other despite the rocky start.

5. Hermione Granger | Harry Potter HP was my first real brush with fandom. Like I’d been a Justin Timberlake fangirl since I was 12 and despite his level of fame the fandom was very small. When I started the series at 17 the breadth of content available was staggering. You could literally find ANY combination of ships you could fathom and it all ran the gamut from fluffy to downright depraved. I also find it interesting that while I like Hermione as a character in the books/movies she is far from my favorite character but she’s literally the only character I stan in the fanfic world of HP. I mainly shipped Hermione with Draco or Snape (forgive me I know it was a simpler time where we ignored everything problematic with certain kinks and narratives) and sometimes Harry. She’s such a strong female character that no matter who you pair her with the dynamic is going to be different and complex.

6. Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games While I relate to Katniss on a very personal level, the boy with the bread absolutely fuels my little fangirl heart. The pining from a young age. The complete disregard for his own safety or survival in the games. Selfless and just good to the core, his subsequent torture by the Capitol and Katniss’ carelessness with his feelings is like taking blow after blow. And when they strip his loyalty to Katniss and his district away it’s even more tragic because he was just this sweet kid who had a crush. UGH feels. I ship him with Katniss. I just really can’t see him with anyone else.

7. Alexander Hamilton | Hamilton THIS was one where i just identify SO. HARD. with Hamilton. While I definitely didn’t endure a childhood like his, I did end up transitioning from a blue collar upbringing to a white collar career and experience the same chip on my shoulder and drive to prove myself. And I too write like I am running out of time. I ship him with his wife or maybe Angelica a little.

8. Persephone | Greek Mythology Not sure if there’s a “fandom” for this persay but Tumblr went through a phase in the early 10s where there was a ton of meta about Persephone and how her narrative as a damsel stolen by Hades didn’t do her justice. The flipped the script and made her Queen of Hell, powerful enough to sway the God of Death and terrifying enough to keep him in line unlike all the other Gods that were sticking their dick in anyone and anything. It’s such an empowering narrative, a girl taken from everything she’s ever known seizes the opportunity to become a force to be reckoned with. I love it.

9. Gregory House | House M.D. I was going to say Sherlock here but I never really went hard for Sherlock either the movies or the BBC show. I loved the show but really more for the canon and meta which is only half the fandom life. With House, I just love that he is so unapologetically hateful to anyone he deems stupid. But he’s also earnest and good too with a heavy dollop of man pain... you know... my favorite *cough*Dean Winchester*cough* I ship him pretty exclusively with Cameron beacuse I really like the dynamic. Her hero worship/white knight complex his emotional constipation but fondness of her optimism and ideals. Great dynamic.

10. Edward Cullen | Twilight This is my favorite Trash Monkey character in my favorite trash monkey series. The books are horribly written, the movies are better but not by much. But goddammit something about his level of obsessive fuckery speaks to my girl lizard brain and I am just rooting for this sparkly idiot and his clumsy human jar of mayonnaise. I ship him and Bella because apparently the universe didn’t find the fact that he’s my favorite character in this series humiliating enough.

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crashdevlin · 5 years

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Plus One

Author’s Note: Written for @spnfanficpond Galentine’s Day for @coffee-obsessed-writer It’s a day early, girl, so treat yo self

Also written for @spnkinkbingo, filling my Meet Cute square

Summary: When y/n is forced to learn to dance for her ex’s wedding, she meets a certain green-eyed man whose brother thinks he doesn’t have any rhythm.

Pairing(s): Dean X bisexual!Reader, Past OFC x Reader

Word Count: 4772

Warnings: ballroom dancing, fluffiness, bad flirting, little bit of dirty talk, 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! protected sex, oral sex (fem rec), fingering,

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You grimaced as you walked into the large open room with the mirrored walls. You were the only one in the room below the age of sixty. You didn’t want to be there. You wanted to walk out, entry fee be damned, but you had to learn or you were going to make a fool of yourself. Probably do that, anyway.

You sat on a bench in the far corner and waited for the instructor to show up. You were picking at your cuticles when the door opened and the most handsome man you’d ever seen walked in. You thought he might be the instructor for a moment, as he was about your age which put him a good twenty years younger than anyone else taking the class, but he surveyed the room and then moved to lean against the non-mirrored wall near the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps bulged under his plain black tee. Your eyes flicked to his left hand and you were happy to see there wasn’t a ring there, but you didn’t let your hopes up. He could be here to learn for his wedding.

The instructor was a woman who must’ve been in her seventies and she looked like she’d smell like the inside of a craft store. When she told everyone to pair up, the handsome man made a beeline for you, which made you smile. “You already got a dance partner, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, his eyes a brilliant green and you found yourself frozen for a moment as you wondered how this man was a real human being.

“Uh, no. I’m a solo.”

“Not anymore, you’re not. I’m Dean.” He offered you his hand, which seemed huge.

“Y/n,” you said, standing and taking the hand. Yeah, it was huge and you could feel calluses on his fingertips when they brushed your wrist.

“Go ahead and take a few minutes to get to know your partners. We’ll start on basics of stance in five minutes,” Mrs. Philips said.

You smiled, nervously, up at Dean. “So, we, uh, appear to be on the younger end of the spectrum in this classroom.”

“Well, thanks for sayin’ I look young.” He flashed a brilliant smile full of perfect teeth. “So, y/n, what brings you to an intro ballroom dance class?”

You really liked the sound of your name on his lips. “You first, Dean.”

He chuckled, hands going into his pants pockets. “My brother’s taking an introductory painting class with our… with this kid we take care of. He saw they were offering the dance course and signed me up without asking me, because he says that I have no rhythm.” He shook his head like he disagreed. “Your turn, y/n.”

You stalled for a minute, wondering if you should be completely honest with the stranger or alter it to avoid issue. The earnest look on his face made you decide on honesty. “My ex-girlfriend is getting married next month.”

You could swear his face fell a little at that. “Oh?”

“Yeah, and I was the complete idiot who made good on the whole ‘We can still be friends’ part of the breakup, so I'm now Bridesmaid Number Three and she's made it clear that I'm expected to participate in all aspects of the wedding, including this ridiculous and awkward choreographed ballroom dance between the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Guess she forgot that I can't dance.”

Dean scoffed. “Wow. Sounds like a high-maintenance bitch.”

You laughed. “Yeah, well, the guy she cheated on me with is a major league asshole, so they're a match made in Hell.”

Questions filled Dean's green eyes. “Oh, so she's not a-”

You cut him off before he could say the ‘L’ word. “Nah. Unapologetic bisexuals, the both of us. Just, one of us thought they needed to have a girlfriend and a boyfriend and the other knew what ‘exclusive’ means.”

“Wow. If you don't mind me asking, why are you still friends with this bitch? I'd’ve cut her off a long time ago.”

You shrugged, looking past Dean to Mrs. Phillips, who was doing the rounds meeting the new students. “Started out that I genuinely didn't want to lose her and now it's more obligation. The LGBT community here in Kansas is a little exclusionary. They tend to ignore anything beyond the first two letters.”

“Didn’t know there was so much gatekeeping around that shit. Learn something new every day,” he said, smirking. “And you'd think they'd know about the Kinsey Scale.”

You laughed. “Not what I was expecting you to say.”

“Good evening! I'm Mrs. Phillips, what are your names, dears?”

“Dean Winchester.”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Well, welcome, welcome, we'll be starting momentarily.”

Dean watched as the woman walked away before turning back to you. “She smell like cinnamon sticks and moth balls, to you?”

You snickered under your breath. “It's weird because that's exactly what she looks like she smells like!”

You enjoyed easy conversation with the man… until it came time to embrace and work on your positioning. He took your right hand in his left and set his right hand on your back, just under your shoulder blade. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried to look away from him, but his green eyes kept calling to you. There was no conversation after that. You were little better than mute for the entirety of the time his hands were on you.

When the class ended, he smiled as he stepped back from you. “Will you be here on Thursday?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ll try to be here, too. Wouldn’t wanna leave you without a partner.”

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The next few weeks, every Monday and Thursday was spent in deep anticipation of the night class. Dean had only missed one class, the third Thursday, and he’d showed up on Monday with a face full of healing bruises and an apology on those full lips.

“You don’t need to apologize, Dean. I mean, you obviously had some sort of accident… or maybe you got in a bar fight?” you asked, gesturing at his face.

He laughed. “Uh, yeah, something like that. I still wanted to be here, though.”

You smiled as you took up a waltz with him. “Your brother’s wrong, by the way. You’ve got all kinds of rhythm.”

“Ah, I’m glad he was wrong in this instance. Never woulda met you if he hadn’t signed me up.”

“This might be…” You looked down, blushing. You couldn’t ask this question if you were looking in those damn eyes. “This might be a big ask, but did you maybe want to be my Plus One for Debbie’s wedding?”

“When is it?”

You ventured a look at his face. He was smiling and it made you bite your lip. “Valentine’s Day. How cliche, right?”

“Sure, I’d love to be your Valentine,” he said with a cocky smirk.

“You got a suit to wear? ‘Cause as much as I love the plaid look, I think Deb would probably throw a fit if someone showed up in something less than her rigorous dress code.”

“Have I mentioned that your ex sounds like a high-maintenance bitch?” he asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, I got a few suits. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll have to give you my number after class, so we can coordinate. Where’s the wedding?”

“Kansas City. Not too far.”

“That’s good. ‘Cause I don’t fly and if it were a destination thing, we’d have to plan some extra travel time.”

You smiled. “You’re afraid of airplanes?”

“They’re flying deathtraps. I don’t know why everybody is so shocked when I say I’m scared of ‘em.”

You looked up into his bruised and battered face. “Because you aren’t afraid of whatever did that to your face? You’re big and strong and don’t seem like the type to piss his pants over being stuck in a metal tube 30,000 feet… you know what, that does sound scary.”

He smirked. “See? S’why I drive every damn place.” He adjusted his grip on your hand. “You think I’m big and strong?”

“And funny and handsome and oh, my god, I’m totally not flirting with you, I promise,” you said, your cheeks heating up as you looked down.

“Well, if you were, you’d be doing okay at it.”

You bit your lip and looked up again. He really was unnaturally handsome, even covered in bruises. “Is that face gonna be healed before Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah. I got a friend who used to be a faith healer. He can get rid of these like magic.”

You laughed. “He used to be a faith healer?”

“Yeah. Other stuff became more important, but he still pulls out the mojo for me and my brother and Jack. The family, ya know?” He laughed. “You look so skeptical!”

“Look, this might be the Bible Belt, Dean, but not everyone believes so deeply.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the difference here. I know what Cas does works. Anyway… you don’t have to worry about it, y/n. I’ll be handsome again by Valentine’s,” he said with a wink that made you shiver.

“It’s completely unfair, Dean Winchester, that you’re so handsome while black and blue.”

“Oh, am I?” He smirked at you as you lost your footing and he had to shuffle not to step on you.

“Yes, you are. Distractingly so.”

“Well, you’ll have to work on that unless you wanna make an ass of yourself at Debbie’s wedding.”

You laughed. “Well, either way I win, Dean, because my date to her wedding is gonna be a lot hotter than hers.”

He laughed again and everything seemed a little bit brighter in the wake of that sound.

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You and Dean met at the cheap motel you’d agreed to stay in. Rooms 14 and 15 to make things easy on the both of you. You spent two hours on your hair, another ninety minutes on your makeup. You could hear Dean watching what sounded like Scooby Doo in his room, yelling at Fred for being a ‘cheating douchebag’.

When you stepped out of the room in your lavender bridesmaid dress, you felt awkward and anxious. For some reason, it felt like you were going to your first school dance or something. Taking Dean to this wedding seemed to regress you back a couple decades. You knocked on his door, heard the television turn off as he got up to greet you. You gasped when the door opened to reveal him.

He was wearing a dark grey suit with a shiny patterned grey tie. He had a long black coat over it and he had his hair gelled up. He looked amazing. “Wow,” you both said, simultaneously, then both smiled a bit nervously.

“Purple is definitely a good color on you, sweetheart,” he continued, letting his eyes run down your body.

You chuckled, smoothing your hand down the front of the dress. “It’s technically ‘lavender’. She was very specific on the color of purple. But… thank you. You look breathtaking, as always.”

“I take your breath away?”

“Why do you always make me question what comes out of my mouth?” you asked, shaking your head as he stepped out of the room and secured the door behind him. “I’m certain that I’m not saying anything bad but then you smirk and you make it seem like I’m flirting poorly and you think that’s hilarious.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s hilarious. I think it’s adorable,” he said, opening the passenger side door of his Chevy and helping you in.

He drove you to the wedding venue, a hotel with a beautiful outdoor area specifically designed for weddings. You were certain it was extremely expensive. Debbie was screaming in the bridal suite. You could hear it as you approached. You sighed, turning to Dean. “You should go get a seat. Hope your phone is fully charged. We’re probably gonna be a while.”

He nodded, pulling his headphones and cell phone out of his coat pocket. “Good luck with Bridezilla.”

Debbie was screaming about bobby pins. Apparently, whoever brought the pins had brought blond ones, not brown ones. It was a huge deal. As was the fact that there was only Diet Coke, not regular, and that there weren’t any electrical outlets next to the plush chair she wanted to sit in while she got her hair done. You found yourself wondering what you saw in that woman as you retrieved an extension cord and plugged a power strip into it.

“So, who’s your date? Did you bring a date? Because you’re paying for the steak plate if you RSVP’d for someone who doesn’t exist,” she bitched as the stylist pulled at her hair.

“He exists. He’s outside right now. And he wants some damn steak.”

“Who is he?”

“His name is Dean. I met him at the Rec Center in Lebanon.”

“And? What do you know about him?”

“About as much as you knew about Spencer when you started dating him. I know his name, I know his brother’s name, I know the name of the orphan they adopted when the kid's mother died, I know his best friend's name is Cas. I know he thinks he's funny but his brother thinks he's an idiot.” You shrugged. “I can learn more as the time goes.”

“You barely even know him and you brought him to my wedding?!”

“You barely even knew Spence when you left me for him, so…”

“Oh, don't even start this on my wedding day!”

“You started it,” you argued. “Look, I'm not trying to start a fight with you. Just don't judge Dean when you haven't even met him.”

“He better be amazing.”

That you managed to make it through Debbie getting ready to walk down the aisle without you or one of the other bridesmaids bashing her over the head with that vase of long-stemmed roses she kept bragging about, was a miracle. You were beyond relieved when it came time to grab your small bouquet of tiny purple daisies and walk the aisle. You smiled at Dean as you passed him, and he pulled his headphones and gave a small wave.

“Whoa. That's your date?” the Maid of Honor, Brittany, whispered. “I gotta hang out at the Rec Center more often. Wow!”

“You said he has a brother?” the other bridesmaid, Amber, asked.

“Yeah, but I haven't met him, yet. He might be a troll. I don't know. I'll let you know.”

The groomsmen looked all right in their black tuxes, but your eyes kept gravitating toward Dean in his suit. Even as the crowd turned to watch Debbie walk down the aisle in her dress with the mile-long train, her breasts on display with her sweetheart bodice, your eyes were stuck on him… and he was looking at you. “Well, damn, looks like we might be at another wedding this time next year. Someone’s givin’ you the moon eyes,” Amber said.

“Shut up,” you whispered, fiercely. Debbie was halfway down the aisle, if she heard anyone talking about anything other than her on her big day, she’d flip out. You zoned out when Debbie got to the altar. Spencer’s vows were ripped off from Cory from Boy Meets World and you seemed to be the only one who noticed. Debbie’s vows boiled down to ‘you made my life better with all the stuff you’ve given me’ and you had to literally fight back a yawn. When they kissed, you gave a little golf clap. “Can we eat now?” you whispered as the newlyweds ran down the aisle toward the reception hall together, laughing happily.

“Pictures,” Brittany said, rolling her eyes. “Then food. I gotta go help.”

Dean approached as you followed Brittany toward the reception hall. “Well, that was…”

“You don’t have to say it, Dean.”

“You know the groom stole his vows from a TGI Friday show, right?”

You snorted. “I thought I was the only one who noticed!”

“As soon as he said, ‘Ever since I was young, I never understood anything about the world’ I knew it. I used to watch the hell outta some Boy Meets World. Topanga was hot as fuck.”

“She still is! Did you see the sequel series they did? About the Matthews kids? She’s still super hot. Lawyer-milf in a skirt suit, yes please.” Dean put his arm around your shoulders as you followed a line toward the reception. You liked the warmth and leaned into him. “So, she’s gonna do her sunset pictures with Cory Matthews and then they’re going to do their first dance. Then there’s the first round of toasts, gonna be from Debbie and from Spencer’s dad. Then we get to eat. I’m starving.”

“You should’ve said. I’ve got a bag of M&M’s in my pocket.”

“Thanks, but we’ve got steak waiting for us.”

“And when do you gotta dance? And which one of those douchebags do you have to dance with?”

“After dinner and after Brittany and Mark do their toasts. Instead of the usual Daddy/Daughter dance, Debbie decided that the bridal party need to dance, instead. So, I get to dance with Jeff. Jeff’s the one that looks like Shaggy.”

“Oh, the goateed one.” You nodded. “Okay. Well, when they open the dance floor up, you and me can show ‘em what Mrs. Phillips has taught us.”

You laughed as he pulled away to pull out your seat at the round table closest to the long high-set table that Debbie, Spencer, Mark, Brittany and Spencer’s parents were going to be sitting. “If they play anymore waltzes after we get done with the Maids and Men dance, I’ll definitely show off with you, Dean,” you said as he pushed your chair in for you.

“I’m gonna request it,” he teased, sitting in the chair next to you.

“Oh, hush.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as the rest of the wedding guests poured into the hall and took their places at their designated tables. About fifteen minutes later, Debbie and Spencer entered. They immediately went into their first dance, two minutes of ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perri. “A song from Twilight. Really?” you whispered to Dean who chuckled.

“Why do you know that song is from Twilight?”

“Because Debbie’s Team Jacob and it was impossible to avoid when we were dating. I know things about that series I never wanted to know,” you answered, watching Debbie try to dance with that train behind her. Spencer tripped on it twice in the two minute song.

The welcome toasts were mostly just Debbie patting herself on the back for being so beautiful and getting a man who could pay for the wedding she always wanted and Spencer patting himself on the back for marrying a chick as ‘freaky’ as Debbie. The steak was well-done, because obviously no one knows how to cook a damn steak, and the baked potato was wrinkly and dry.

But Dean made things better. He joked through the dinner, kept his arm across the back of your chair so that you knew he was there, and gave quiet commentary as Mark and Brittany gave their toasts. He gave rapt attention as the bridesmaids and groomsmen all stood and walked to the middle of the dance floor. You matched up with Jeff, took your stance and waited for the music. You were nervous but as soon as ‘Once Upon a December’ came on, you let your mind go back to Dean holding you as the crazy old lady taught you how to dance.

Jeff was supposed to lead, but you ended up leading him around the dance floor and two and a half minutes later, all three bridesmaids were folded on the floor in an artful dance pose. You hated it, but you smiled at Debbie’s guests and let Jeff help you up. “That was…” Dean started as you sat down. He looked around before leaning closer to you. “Pretentious bullshit. Debbie choreograph that?”

You nodded, chuckling. “She’s a big Disnerd. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Anastasia isn’t Disney,” you whispered as Debbie and Spencer got up to cut the cake. They smashed the pastry into each other’s mouths, then Debbie demanded all the single women to line up behind her for the bouquet toss. You rolled your eyes and went to the back of the crowd. After the pushing and shoving was done and one of Debbie’s twice-divorced aunts had the bouquet in her hands, they opened the dance floor and the DJ turned on some pop music.

You were bouncing happily to some P!NK song when Dean approached with a drink from the bar and handed it to you. “You look like you need a little social lubrication.” You sniffed at the plastic cup and raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s a screwdriver. Who doesn’t like vodka and orange juice?” You laughed and took a drink. “And when the DJ plays my request, we’ll need you a little loose.”

“What request?”

“You’ll see.”

Another four songs of pop and old R&B and an old rock song came on. Dean smiled brightly. “What is this?” you asked as he pulled you from the edge of the dance floor to the middle of it.

“Kashmir. It’s got three-four time,” he explained, wrapping his arm around you and taking your hand in his.

“The drums are in four-four, though.”

“Just listen to the guitar, then.” As Led Zeppelin played, you didn’t listen much. You focused on letting your body be led by his, the way he held you to him and spun you around the dance floor. You focused on his eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled as brightly as he was smiling. You focused on those perfect teeth in that smile and the freckles across his cheekbones and, as the song came to the instrumental outro, you focused on those full pink lips crashing into yours.

You dropped his hand, slipping your hands up around his neck to pull him down further into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around you to pull your body harder against his. “Dean,” you whispered when you had to pull away to breathe. “My room or yours?”

“What, Debbie doesn’t have some grand exit planned that you’ve gotta be here for?”

You laughed. “She can run to the limo with one less sparkler lighting her way. She’s a high-maintenance bitch. Get me out of here.”

“Gladly,” he said, grabbing your hand and running for the exit. You were laughing as you swiped your purse off the table on your way out, ignoring the looks from Debbie, Brittany and several of the other guests. You were sure you’d never see most of them again.

Your phone was going off with texts before you even made it to the interstate, Debbie admonishing you for leaving, Brittany cheering you on and Amber just letting you know that Debbie was livid. You left your phone in your purple clutch purse on the seat of his car as he guided you toward his room. “I've got condoms in my bag,” he said, pushing his door open and pulling you in with him.

He made a beeline for his duffel bag and you admired the swell of his ass as he bent over. He pulled out a box of Trojans and set it on the side table as he sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at you. “As good as you look in that dress, y/n, why don't you go ahead and take it off.”

“You first, Dean,” you responded with a smile.

He smirked and stood, pulling his suit jacket off and tossing it at the chair in the corner. His hands went to his tie next, loosening it and pulling it off. As he started unbuttoning his shirt, you got impatient, moving forward and grabbing his belt. He kept removing his shirt, throwing it at the chair and missing as you pulled the button on his slacks. He grabbed your wrists to stop you as you went to unzip his zipper. “Your turn, y/n,” he said as he toed his shoes off. You reached to your right side and pulled your zipper down, letting the dress drop to your feet. “Damn. I’ve been waiting for this since I walked into Mrs. Phillips’ class. Worth the wait.” He dropped his slacks and boxers to the floor at his feet.

You pulled your bra off, tossing it across the room and eagerly slipping your panties down your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth and sliding against his. He grasped your hips and pulled you against him as he fell to the bed. The give-and-take, the taking turns, ended there as Dean took complete control of the situation. His hands groped their way down your body, learning where you were most sensitive and following his hands with his mouth to seek those places out.

To call Dean an enthusiastic lover would be an understatement. You had never had someone so attentive, giving off happy moans as he licked at your folds, praising the taste of you and making sure every move he made was well-received. Your orgasm was a slow build of two of his fingers fucking in and out of you, his tongue lapping at your clit lazily. He was taking his time, not racing to your finish line like every other lover you'd had. When you came, it wasn't an explosion or a tsunami, it was a succession of small waves of pleasure crashing into your nerves one after another until your breath was forced from your lungs.

“Dean,” you called, breathlessly beckoning him up from between your thighs. He crawled up your body, licking his lips. “Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

He smirked as he reached over and grabbed a condom, tearing the foil open and quickly rolling the latex down his length. He pressed his lips to yours as he slotted himself between your legs again. He notched the head of his cock at your entrance and let out a deep groan as he slid in to the base of him. “Jesus, woman. You're fucking tight.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. “Please move,” you whined.

He chuckled as he started to kiss along your jaw. “No patience, y/n?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. No time for patience. Fuck me, Dean. We've waited long enough.”

He slid his hips backward and eased in again, lazily, slowly, taking his time just as he had when he was eating you. “We got all the time in the world, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you cum ‘til you can't fucking move. Then I'm gonna get you back to Lebanon and I'm gonna fuck you some more.”

He started a slow rhythm, swiveling his hips and nibbling and licking at your neck. You met each movement of his hips, your heels in his back working as leverage. That is, until he pulled your legs free of his waist and pressed your knees up into your chest. When he picked up his speed, you squealed and squeezed your eyes closed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you rambled, almost chanting as he fucked you harder. “Dean, oh my god!”

“You almost there, baby?”

“Uh-huh. Y-you?” You opened your eyes and caught his lust-blown green ones.

“Yeah. Wanna get you there first, though.” He brought his right hand down to your hip and swept his thumb across your clit.

Your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, a guttural moan pulling from your throat as your vaginal walls clenched and fluttered around his cock. He managed another three thrusts before his hips stuttered and he slammed forward to the hilt, spilling into the condom. He captured your lips again, both of you panting in the afterglow. You both moaned as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

He tied the condom off and threw it in the waste bin before dropping to the bed next to you. You chuckled as you snuggled into his chest. “Your brother really is wrong about you.” You looked up at him with a smile. “You've got amazing rhythm.”

He chuckled and held you close. “Gimme some recovery time and we'll dance again, y/n.”

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thecreatiivecorner · 5 years

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A Little Fun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Summary: Cara decides that the gang needs to have a little fun. Turns out that’s not such a good idea.

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: Angst, choking, a kiss, season 14 spoilers!!.

A/N: I should not have written this because I do not have the time but... here we are. Dean Winchester would not get out of my head and I couldn’t focus on anything else.

Feedback is much appreciated! This may have a second part... someday.

This takes place around the time of S14 E12 of Supernatural. Please don’t read this if you don’t want spoilers.

Cara is struck with an overwhelming sense of anxiety and depression as she enters the bunker. It hangs in the air like a thick smog, closing in around her as the door slams, alerting everyone to her presence. She had just made a grocery run since the boys have been too busy lately and she was sick of eating crackers and beer for every meal. Mary meets her at the bottom of staircase, smiling brightly and grabbing a few of the bags from her hands.

“Is there more in the car?” She questions.

“Yea. Jack, do you mind?” Cara asks, holding out the remaining bags in her hand. Jack jumps up from his seat at the map table, grabbing the bags and giving her a polite smile. “I’ll grab the rest.” She announces as she turn and retreats back up the stairs.

Over the balcony, she can see that Castiel and the boys are still focused on the books and screens in front of them. She wouldn’t be surprised if they hadn’t even heard her come in. That is if they even noticed her absence in the first place. They’ve been working nonstop for the last week, trying to find a way to get Michael out of Dean’s head. Their slumped postures and heavy bags under their eyes are a clear display of their lack of sleep. It hurts her heart to see them like this. Even though she knows it is necessary, she wishes they didn’t have to push themselves so hard.

When Hannah returned with the last of the bags, Cas was now waiting for her with a meek smile. He grabs some of the bags and escorts her to the kitchen. Mary is already sorting through the other bags when she enters. Setting the bags down, Cara decides they can handle it themselves. Only one item matters to her. Searching the bags, she spots the pre-cooked apple pie and pulls it out, grabbing two plates and plopping a piece on each one. It’s not much but it should at least bring a smile to Dean’s face.

After both pieces were heated up in the microwave, she grabs two forks and makes her way into the library. Neither Winchester has moved an inch in the last 10 minutes. Cara sets the plates in front of them. Almost as if she startled him, Sam looks up at her with a polite smile.

“Thank you, Cara” She returns the smile with a nod and nudges the other plate towards Dean.

“Dean? There’s pie. Freshly re-heated, just like you like it.” She says when he doesn’t acknowledge the pie, or her for that matter.

“What about this? It’s a spell that transfers magic from one object to another. There must be some juju left in the spear. We could transfer it to a different object like a knife or, even better, a bullet.” Dean completely ignores Cara, speaking to Sam as he reads from the old book in his hands.

“No. Rowena already tried that. “Nearly lost my bloody eyebrows tryin’ that one.” I think is how she put it.” Sam does a dramatic impression of Rowena. Dean rolls his eyes and turns the page with a frustrated grunt as Sam glances between Cara and his brother, clearly seeing her saddened expression. Flashing her an apologetic smile, he returns his attention to the screen in front of him.

Later that night, the boys still haven’t moved apart from occasionally searching the bookshelves only to return to the exact same position with a different book in hand. Cas has returned to his spot next to Sam, studying every word on the pages of his own text. Mary and Jack are in the map room, searching through boxes of old Men of Letters files. Cara is sitting cross-legged on top of the second table in the library. Her own stack of books spread out in front of her. That unnerving air has settled in the room once again, making her shift uncomfortably.

“This is ridiculous.” she mumble under her breath, shaking her head. No one could hear her even if they weren’t so focused on their research. Looking around the room she notices Sam is clutching his hair at the roots as he rests his head in his hand. Cas is gripping the old text so hard she wonders how he hasn’t ruined the book. Then her eyes land on Dean. Her Dean. The poor man is visibly shaking. Sweat drips down his temples and his brow is so furrowed, she swears the wrinkles will never go away. All she wants to do is comfort him and tell him that she will alway be there for him. Tell him that it’s going to be ok. He’s going to get through this just like he has gotten through everything else in his life. But she can’t. One, because she’s not even sure herself, if that’s true. And two, because he doesn’t feel the same way she does. He made that clear only a few weeks ago when he told her to leave. The only reason she’s still here is because Sam convinced him that they need all the help they can get right now. Sam has always been so sweet to her. He treats her like a little sister and she loves him for it, but Dean is different.

When she met the Winchesters, they were in the midst of dealing with the British Men of Letters. Cara has familial ties to the group but that’s where her relations end. She hates her family and everything they believe in. So she moved to the States, or more like fled, and became a hunter. When she met Sam and Dean, she took it as an opportunity to get some revenge on her family. That and the fact that she didn’t want them invading the states anymore then the brothers did. She had made a new life for herself here and she wasn’t about to let them ruin it again. She had told herself she would only stick around until the Brits backed off and then she would cut ties. That, of course, is easier said than done. At first she told herself she was only staying in case Ketch caused any problems. Then there was another excuse and another. After a long talk with Sam, she finally admitted that she stayed because she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. What she didn’t tell Sam was that she was also staying because she had began to fall for his big brother.

It didn’t take long for Sam to trust her but Dean questioned her motives every second he could. Sometimes she thinks he still does. She can never put her finger on it but he always acts so cold towards her. At first she thought maybe she reminded him of someone. She’s heard the stories and knows they’ve lost a lot of people in their lives. Sam always tried to reassure her that it was nothing she was doing wrong but that didn’t make it any easier. Her feelings for the man who seemingly hates her are completely irrational but she can’t seem to care. There’s just something about the way he’s so selfless and caring, even if it isn’t towards her. And of course he’s the literal personification of sex appeal.

She slowly shakes her head again, appraising the gloomy atmosphere of the room.

“This is ridiculous!” She shouts, finally getting the attention of everyone. Mary, Sam and Cas look up in surprise, Jack looks surprised but confused, but Dean is just glaring at her. “Ridiculous.” she mutters again, hopping off the table.

“Caroline, are you ok?” Cas stands slowly, looking genuinely concerned now.

“First, I told you never to call me that.” She points an accusing finger at him. “Second, no! I’m not ok. None of us are ok!” She slowly walks around the table like she’s giving a motivational speech. “I mean come on! Look at us! Seriously. When’s the last time any of us had fun?” Dean rolls his eyes and huffs, returning his attention to the book in his hand.

“Cara, I think we have more important things to be doing right now.” Sam’s soft, caring tone is a harsh contrast to the exhausted look on his face.

“I know this is important. Believe me, I do! But what’s the point if we all run ourselves into the ground in the process.” The pitiful faces around her make her realize her point is not being made properly. Thinking for a moment, she moves back to the table she was working on and grabs her phone. Fiddling with it, she looks up and smiles.

“We need to have a little fun. It could be good to take a break for a minute.” She taps the screen and suddenly AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” starts blaring through the bunker. Everyone looks around in surprise. When the beat drops, Cara begins bouncing to the rhythm. She walks up to Cas, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the table, dancing to the music despite his lack of enthusiasm. He looks back to Sam and the others, almost asking for help. Mary and Jack are clearly trying to avoid laughing. When he turns back to her she’s animatedly lip syncing along to the words “knocking me out with those American thighs.” Cas’ expression breaks and a bright smile forms on his face. He turns to the others and shrugs his shoulders. Mary and Jack have begun to bounce to the music. Sam stands and joins Cas and Cara, lip synching to the words, hesitant to dance along but slowly his resolve is breaking too.

The songs ends and “Back in Black” begins to play. Out of the corner of her eye, Cara catches Dean standing to leave the room. Quickly, she chases after him and grabs his arm making him spin around. His cold expression doesn’t stop her from bouncing to the beat and dramatically lips syncing along. She grabs his wrists, flailing them around in the air, just trying to be silly and make him, at least smile. He hasn’t pulled away so she takes that as her cue to keep going. Grabbing a water bottle from where the boys were working, she jumps on the table and starts performing like she’s singing into a microphone. She can see Deans expression softening as she drops to her knees, really getting into her performance. When the song ends she takes a mock bow and blows kisses to her fictional audience, mouthing ‘thank you’ and dramatically faking getting emotional. “Old Time Rock & Roll” by Bob Seger starts and she returns her gaze to Dean who, to her excitement, is finally smiling. She smiles brightly as he motions her to get down, grabbing her hips to help her jump off the table.

“Hey guys!” Sam shouts from the other side of the room. They all turn just in time to see him slide on his socks, into the middle of the room, lip syncing to the iconic lyrics. Everyone bursts into laughter. Cara notices that Dean’s hands are still on her hips and he’s pulled her against his chest. His laughter sends vibrations through her body and she makes a mental note to never, ever forget that feeling or the look on his face. She doesn’t realize she’s staring until he looks back to her. His smile is bright and honest but she can still see the pain behind his beautiful green eyes. His smile turns to a sly smirk when the music turns instrumental and suddenly she's spun around, ballerina style, only to be pulled back towards him and dipped upside down. She’s shocked when he pulls her back up. His laugh is pure and genuine and she can’t help the ridiculous smile on her own face.

The songs comes to an ends followed by “Paranoid” by Black Sabbath. Cara looks around at everyone dancing and laughing and it makes her heart swell. She’s become attached to these people and she’s beginning to feel like a part of their family. She looks back to the man who secretly owns her heart only to burst into laughter at the sight of him air guitaring very animatedly to the song. He catches her watching him and pulls her towards him, flailing her arms much like she did to him only a few minutes earlier. He starts to calm his movements as he looks into her eyes. She swears his eyes drop to her lips for a second. He’s swaying his hips, completely out of tune with the music. His hands, now on her hips, encourage her to match his off beat rhythm. The song is dying down when he leans his head down, his lips ghosting over hers almost as if he’s contemplating his next move. On the last few notes of the song, he crashes his lips with hers and everything comes to a stop as she melts into him. Time seems to stop. She feels his hands snake around her body, one resting between her shoulder blades and the other on the small of her back. She senses him pulling away and the she thinks it’s the worst feeling but she has no idea how wrong she is. She looks up at him with a small smile but Dean keeps his eyes down.

Like some sick and twisted theme song, Dean’s eyes snap to meet hers but they flash with an electric blue glow just as the eerie gong of “Hells Bells” by AC/DC enunciates Michael’s presence. Cara screams and tries to push away but she’s trapped in the vice-like grip of Michael’s hands on her hips. Sam frantically tries to stop the music as everyone suddenly becomes defensive. Michael smirks and tilts his head as he eyes her like she’s a meal ready to be devoured.

“Dean!” Cara screams as Michael tightens his grip on her hips, surely leaving bruises. Suddenly her airway is blocked by a strong hand around her neck. Anger flashes on Dean’s face as she clearly pissed off Michael.

“Dean!” Sam growls as Cara begins feeling light headed. She claws at the hand around her neck, knowing it’s no use.

“Dean, please.” She croaks. “Please come back to me.” Her voice is fading as consciousness evades her. Dean’s face contorts and suddenly the blue glow flickers and fades. She sees the moment Michael becomes Dean again. Realizing what he’s doing, he immediately releases Cara, stumbling back as she falls to the floor, gasping for air. Sam and Cas are by her side in a second. Mary tries to check on Dean but he shoves her away, rage quickly forming on his face. He stomps towards Cara causing Sam to reflexively move between her and his brother.

“This is your fault!” Dean aggressively jabs his finger towards her, clearly fuming about what just happened. She goes to speak but Dean stomps out of the room before she can.

Mary and Jack rush to check on Cara but she just stares at where Dean left. Sam stands to go after him but Cara stops him.

“I’ll go.” She nods to Sam as Cas and Jack help her to her feet.

Cara searches the bunker, eventually getting to the garage. She checks around each car, finally finding Dean sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the Impala. His elbows rest against his knees and he has his head in his hands.

“Dean?” Cara meekly speaks, knowing he’s going to explode on her. She dreads it but she knows she deserves it. After what feels like forever, he finally lifts his head. Her heart breaks when the tears in his eyes glisten in the low lighting. She can tell he’s doing everything he can to maintain that strong exterior and hold them back but she sees them. She takes a step towards him but he puts his hand up.

“No! Stay away from me.” The way his voice cracks breaks her heart all over again. Tears begin to well in her own eyes.

“You won’t hurt me, Dean.” She speaks softly, trying to keep her own voice from cracking.

“Are you kidding me.” He gawks at her. That anger she was fearing comes to the surface a little more. “Cara, I just did! Look at your neck. The bruises are already showing!” Cara brings her hand up, covering the welts on her skin and shaking her head.

“That wasn’t…”

“Don’t give me that ‘it wasn’t me’ shit! It was me! This is my fault! I made this choice and now I’ve…” He cuts himself off to avoid more tears forming.

“Dean. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Suddenly he stands up, startling her a bit.

“You’re right. You weren’t.” He states calmly but she can see the anger fuming in his eyes. “I want you gone by morning.” He steps past her, quickly walking toward the door.

“Dean!” He turns, angrily taking a step back towards her.

“And don’t come back!” He points an aggressive finger at her before spinning and exiting the garage, leaving Cara stunned in place. Tears now flow down her cheeks.

Later, Cara is in her room, packing what little she owns into a bag when she hears a knock on the door.

“Yea?” She shouts, quickly wiping the tears from her face. When the door opens, she looks up to see Sam, meekly entering the room with an apologetic look on his face.

“Cara.” He can clearly see the redness and puffiness of her eyes.

“It’s ok Sam. I talked to Jodi. I’m going to stay with her for a while until I can figure out my next move.”

“Let me talk to Dean. He’s just upset right now.”

“No Sam. I have to go. If I don’t, he will. I don’t know about you but I certainly don’t want him out there by himself with Michael in his head.” Sam doesn’t say anything. He knows she’s right even if he hates it. “I’m not going to stop helping you guys. I just won’t be here doing it. I will do anything for him. If that means leaving, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“Please call me when you get to Sioux Falls.” Sam steps forward, pulling her into a tight hug. “And if you get tired, stop at a motel.” He pulls away, keeping his hands on her shoulders

“Yes mother.” Cara playfully pinches his side making them both smile but sadness returns to both their faces quickly.

Not being a fan of goodbyes, Cara leaves before Mary, Jack or Cas can find her. As she pulls away from the bunker, she watches her family disappear in the rear view mirror.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 6 years

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Forbidden

A/n: So I am on a grand rewrite fest! I am redoing another OFC story and turning this into a reader insert. This is next part of my Animals series. The OFC series is called Things Forbidden. Both stories links are listed if you want to check those out. I recommend reading Animals so more stuff can make sense but you can read Forbidden and be okay. As far as original characters for this story, Zoe is the only one.

Summary: This is an alternate plot line for my Animals story. Luna is the daughter of Rosalie and a mortal man. After her mother’s death, Luna is taken in by Zoe and Cas. Growing up Luna was used to always being in danger and having to be careful. All of that gets thrown aside when a certain Trickster shows up in her life…

Words: 6, 179

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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Mistakes....that seemed to be the words that most adequately summed up Gabriel's life! He could only count on one hand the number of decisions that he made that turned out to be good. The main one, yawned in his arms before going back to sleep. Gabriel sighed, before looking down at you sleeping face with a smile. You were his one good accomplishment! However, at the same time one of his biggest failures for one of two reasons....First, you had no idea who he really was! From the time that the two of you had gotten together, you were under the impression that he was really Loki. Gabriel never mentioned that he was really an archangel to you. Second, you were the daughter of his ex lover, Rosalie.

Gabriel felt slightly guilty about not telling you the truth from the get go but he had his reasons. He didn't want to lose you. From moment one, he was hooked. If you knew that he was your mother's ex lover that would be a can of worms that he didn't want to face! The last thing that Gabriel wanted was for you to think that you were some make up for Rosalie? Also there was the fact that Gabriel had severed his bond with Rose because he didn't want a mate at that moment? That information probably wouldn't put him in high regard with you! How was he supposed to say that being a man whore was more appealing than settling down with an angel that actually wanted him? Again, DISASTER in the making! In Gabriel's mind, protecting you from the truth was better than letting you walk out.

The moment that Gabriel saw you, he was enchanted. For a moment a moment he thought that you were Rosalie standing before him in that abandoned shopping mall. However, the more that he looked at you it became apparent that you were someone else. It wasn't his Rose at all. Gabriel had mentally chided himself on calling Rosalie his. Part of him still loved Rosalie and he always would. No matter what anyone said, it was hard throwing away something that was meant to be.

Looking down at you, however, Gabriel knew there was something about you that made you perfect for him. There was feeling with you that he felt that he never felt with your mother. Now the greatest task was to keep you feeling the same way about him!

Gabriel sighed feeling frustrated. He knew that he should have told you the truth from day one but he didn't. Gabriel had dismissed it as keeping himself safe. Deep down, he was really doing it to keep himself safe from having something else to run from.

The abandoned shopping mall was the perfect place to lay low in. All it needed was a bit of sprucing up and it would be the perfect hideout! That last thing that Gabriel wanted was to have to go find a new place to make his own! If he ran into some trouble with you, he would again loose everything!

He looked down at you again before letting his mind go back to the first time that he met you....

Gabriel had been relaxing in his newest address. He had just come back from pranking some random person and was ready to kick back a bit. Hearing a faint crash a few stores down made Gabriel jump up. He had been used to faint pops and other noises in the abandoned building but this noise was new.

“Time to trick someone. Nosy bastard.”

Gabriel thought coldly . He was expecting some idiot who explored creepy buildings for YouTube videos that needed a little fear of god put into them! As he walked through the corridor the sound of footsteps stopped him. Gabriel slid behind a wall waiting to see what exactly h would be dealing with.

He frowned the moment a girl stepped in front of him. A girl alone in this place was odd. Gabriel tilted his head looking at said girl carefully. He couldn't see your face at this particular moment but the rest of you seemed nice. You didn't seem like one of those video making YouTube kids. Your long blond hair was draped over her shoulder as you looked around.

“What are you doing here?”

You spun around and Gabriel's mouth dropped. Your face....he knew that face! You looked as clearly shocked to see another person in that building as well.

“I should as you the same question.”

You replied in a calm voice. Gabriel titled his head.

“Rosalie?”

Gabriel knew you wasn't Rosalie and he wasn't quiet sure why her name left his lips. You meanwhile, frowned.

“That's my mother. How do you know her?”

Gabriel's mouth had fallen at that. He never expected that one!

“Uh...we've met before. Where is she?”

Gabriel quickly came back. You had begun to rub your left upper arm with your left hand while looking down.

“She's dead.

Gabriel felt his sense of hope plummet even faster. He didn't respond for a moment or two.

“I'm sorry.”

You gave him a sympathetic expression.

“She's been gone a long time. You're a trickster aren't you?”

Gabriel golden eyes went right back to you as he walked closer. With a smile, he began to circle you while breathing in your scent. That was a that he could get used to!

“So that makes you a nephilim? Tell me gumdrop, how did you come into being? What's your secret sugar? Better yet, what is your name? I want to know all about you.”

Gabriel liked the way that your breathing increased as he got closer. Flirting with the girl was wrong and Gabriel knew it. Did he care. No! Gabriel knew that he should have gone in another direction and let you be but he didn't. Those eyes of yours were entrancing him second by second.

“My name is Y/n. My mother had her grace torn out by an archangel named Michael. How I was born a nephilim with powers is still a mystery.

Gabriel had crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to pace. On the outside, he kept his cool flirtatious manor. However, on the inside he was screaming and mentally cursing his older brother.

“So do you have a name or is it just trickster?”

You asked, pulling the archangel from his thoughts. Gabriel had stopped walking and batted his eyes at you.

“Loki...just Loki.”

Gabriel's memory of their meeting was interrupted when you started to move in his arms. He sighed knowing it would be almost time for you to go back to your family. This whole keeping things hush/hush was becoming more difficult by the day! Watching you leave was becoming more of a chore and Gabriel was tired of being a good boy to appease you! When it came time for him to see you it was always the same routine. Gabriel would cast an illusion spell to make your family think that you were being a good girl and was asleep in your own bed. They had no dead that you were underneath an archangel having the time of your life. The last thing that they needed to know was just how ravaged you had been when you walked down the stairs the next morning.

“Wake up, sugar.”

Gabriel cooed pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and right away you were annoyed.

“You let me fall asleep again!”

You whined. Falling asleep when you were with Loki was the last thing that you wanted to be doing! When you were together you wanted to be awake and enjoy every second.

Sitting up, you ran a hand through your messy sexed up hair. Looking over at your lover, Loki's eyes were locked on you with a satisfied smirk. You knew that he was satisfied. The knowledge of knowing what he did to you was always a plus. There was also the fact that he sent you home just the way he left you. This led to some awkward conversations with your family as to what was going on with your sleep cycles.

“Sorry sugar. You were so exhausted after I made you come for however many times I was. I couldn't help letting you go to sleep. Half angel or not you need to rest baby. We have plenty of time for me to have my way with you.”

You rolled your eyes before looking down at your phone.

“Its 8 am. I have to go home. Will you still come to meet my family tonight?”

Loki nodded, looking not at all enthused. After seeing you in secret for so many months he still knew next to nothing about your family. You had dubiously been taken care of since the time you were a child. It was never a conversation that had come up.

He did feel kind of shitty for never taking the time to ask about your childhood. It seemed as soon as the two of you got together it was always bed time.

The idea of meeting a girl's family didn't sound to fun. This put together another interesting question. What would they tell the family when his “true” identity came out?

If that's what you want sugar. I promise no tricks and I will be on my best behavior.”

You nodded with an approving smile.

“Its really important to e seeing as we have been getting a little more serious.”

Loki's golden eyes sparkled as he rolled them to the side. He situated himself on top of you pressing tender kisses to your collarbone before moving his way to your lips. You sighed happily against his mouth as he gave you candy flavored kisses.

“If that's what you want princess.”

You were satisfied. This is what you needed to hear! You knew well how Loki could be when he was annoyed or wasn't pleased with something someone was doing! Also there was the fact that explaining Loki to your family would be a task in itself. Explaining to Zoe, Cas, and Dean that you was dating a trickster would be a battle. You could already hear Dean yelling about how you were dating a demi god.

“You're dating things that we kill!”

Part of you knew that telling them you was in love and happy wouldn't be enough! Zoe would be freaking out in general! She was so protective that it was scary!”

“I want it more than anything.”

You said against Loki's lips before pressing another tender kiss to him. He looked at you with a satisfied smile.

“I'll come to you tonight then Better get you home before Aunty has a fit.”

You looked down sadly as he snapped his fingers leaving you sitting alone in your bedroom. Thank goodness this time he at least sent you home with clothes on. You took a deep breath before looking around your room. It was like this almost every morning. You would wake up nuzzled in Loki's arms, they would have a morning make out session, then he would send you home with eyes full of guilt.

A knock on the door pulled you from her thoughts.

“Honey bee are you awake?” Sam has go your breakfast down. I know you don't like your pancakes soggy. However, I do believe that Sam's cooking skills doesn't match his brother's.”

You chuckled hearing Cas on the other side of the door. You could see the look of parental pride that he got in his eyes every time he dealt with you. To you, Cas was Dad number one and Dean was Dad number 2. Zoe was your make up mom and Sam was your favorite uncle. All three took their roles seriously!

“I am Cas. I'll be out in a moment.”

You slowly got out of bed still smiling like Loki's cologne. Quickly you snapped your fingers hiding any trace of his scent as well as the soreness that had been radiating from your lower body. Zoe had a nose like a doberman and she would immediately smell him. You wanted to try to keep this meeting as civil as possible and showing up smelling like him wouldn't be a great way to start it.

Changing into fresh clothes, you quickly walked into the kitchen where Dean stood hugging Zoe. Both broke apart instantly when you walked in.

You shook your head at them.

“Don't worry about it. I've seen the three of you do it for years.”

You said with a satisfied smile as Dean blushed. You were quiet for a few moments as you considered your parents. Dean, Cas, and Zoe had been together long before you were born and were perfectly happy. If two angels and a human could be happy then you could be happy with Loki forever, right?

“Zoe, Dean, can I talk to you two and Cas?”

Dean nodded getting his coffee and coming to join you at the table as Cas went to stand by Zoe.

“What's up butter cup?”

Dean asked with a smile as you took a breath.

“I met someone....a guy and I'm going to bring him here to meet you all tonight.”

Cas tilted his head to the side and Dean about choked on his coffee.

“A guy? Where did you find him? How long has this been going on? Why haven't you told us?”

Dean grumbled, looking beyond annoyed. You groaned.

“Yes, a guy. I really like him too. I met him when I was checking out that abandoned mall a few months ago. I haven't told you because of this right here.”

Dean looked even more shocked.

“I'm already concerned if you met this joker in that mall.”

Zoe frowned.

“I'm a little annoyed that you have been hiding this from us, Y?n. You know how dangerous everything is.”

Cas meanwhile, was the one that stopped his partners in their tracks.

“Zoe, Dean, why don't we give this person a chance? He may be decent enough even though she met him in an abandoned shopping mall. We would love to meet him, honey bee. These two will be on their best behavior as well.”

Both Dean and Zoe exchanged less than pleased expressions as you stood. You turned and walked from the room with satisfied smile on your face. Cas really was a prince! You were glad that you weren't in the room for the conversation that was about to happen between the three.

Later that evening you stood in the kitchen waiting for Loki to show up. When Zoe and Dean walked into the room with Sam behind them, Dean froze looking at you. You knew exactly what Dean was doing. He was checking for anything to critique on your outfit. You stood looking at him in a form fitting black shirt, pink ballerina skirt, and matching black flats. The flames in Dean and Zoe's eyes were present.

“She looks too pretty. Go put some more clothes on!”

Dean snapped. It was Sam that stepped in this time.

“Jesus Dean. Her tits are covered and the skirt goes well to her knees. She even has her toes covered. Will you get over yourself!?”

You smiled, silently thanking Sam.”

At least you had Sam and Cas on your side! You understood Zoe's overprotective attitude of you. Zoe had been distraught when Rosalie had been killed. Its hard to go from having your best friend alive and well to having your best friend dead and raising her child as your own! There was also the fact that Zoe knew that you could be a little too innocent and naive for your own good.

Earlier that afternoon Zoe had come into your room while you sat playing your piano for a chat.

“I think we need to talk, Y/n.”

You stopped playing looking up at your aunt. Zoe had sat down watching your fingers that were still on the keys. You had been playing the piano since you had come to them. It was the only way that Dean, Cas, and Zoe found any success in getting you out of your traumatized state!

“Yes?”

You replied softly as Zoe began to talk.

“I wanted to apologize about earlier. I'm sorry that I got so upset. It's just since you came to us and your mother died...you've been everything to us. I look at you and see your mother. You're so much like her! You see good in people that no one else can see. I just want you to realize there are really bad things and people out there. If Michael hurt you, I would be crushed! I already feel guilty that I wasn't there to keep your mother safe when she needed me. If something happened to you....I would let her down even more.”

You smiled squeezing Zoe's hand.

“I understand Zoe. I know that kind of danger that I am in but I don't think he is one of those people. I just want you to trust me here. He is a good man.”

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. With a smile you quickly peaked into the living room where Dean and Zoe were standing up like storm troopers from Star Wars. Cas was still casually sitting. You gave him a smile before walking up the steps to the door of the bunker.

You smiled seeing Loki on the other side.

“Hello sugar. You look beyond stunning.”

He glanced over your shoulder making sure no one was standing on the other side before pulling you outside. Once the door was shut, he pushed you against the door and crammed his lips to yours. He kissed you hungrily as though it had been months since the two of you had seen one and other.

“The things I do for you, kid.”

He growled against your lips. You reached up twirling his golden curls around your finger. The knowledge of your family waiting to meet your new lover was what made you pull away.

“We can continue this later, I promise.”

Loki sighed, giving you sad puppy dog eyes.

“We better, I deserve some loving after this!”

You reached down interlocking your hands together. Taking a deep breath, you led him down the stairs. Instead of a happy and supportive family, they all looked shocked and horrified. Tilting you head to the side, you looked back at Loki. He hadn't moved and was mirroring the same expression.

It was Zoe who spoke. Her vivid green eyes looked at your and Loki's hands before she couldn't handle it anymore!

“Aw hell no! Christ on a cracker you gotta be shitting me?”

Loki's voice as eerily calm coming from behind you.

“Nice to see you too, Zoe.”

Zoe's frown hardened.

“Not nice to see you, Gabriel.”

You turned looking at Loki. His face was pale and eyes were wide as he looked between Zoe and yourself. Zoe looked beyond disgusted.

“You haven't told her the truth?! You lying angelic asshole! You have lied to my niece to get her to love you!”

You watched as his golden eyes looked coldly at Zoe and for a moment you were afraid that he was going to attack her! As quickly as possible you moved to stand between them.

“Okay, what is going on here?”

You asked. It was in the moment that Gabriel wished that you would have yelled. The look of confusion and disappointment on your face was something that he couldn't handle! For some reason, he had lost the ability to speak as well. Every time he would think of something legitimately good to say it immediately sounded idiotic! Zoe meanwhile, could talk just fine!

“Y/n, you aren't with some trickster. This is the archangel Gabriel, who apparently hasn't grown up one bit!”

You put your hands over your mouth as Zoe glared between the two of you.

“Yes sweetie, that Gabriel.”

Sam, who had came into the room looked slightly confused himself.

“Zoe, I think you should let them talk.”

Zoe shook her head as did Dean.

“He isn't going anywhere with her!”

Dean said icily. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before running a hand through his hair.

“You're treating her just like you did me when I was in love with Ruby.”

Dean looked even more disgusted!

“Apparently you two just made really bad relationship choices and need to remain single the rest of your lives.”

You had finally regained the ability to speak, came in.

“Enough! What I do with my life is my business. You all are my family and I love each of you! But who are you all to tell me who I should and shouldn't love? You're relationship isn't very orthodox either!”

Cas looked up finally.

“We don't lie to each other though.”

Zoe nodded seconding her boyfriends comment.

“Twat waffle there has been lying to you for ages.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“That's original. Did you come up with that yourself?”

You turned looking at Lo...Gabriel.

“Stop it! I mean it! All off you stop acting like children. Gabriel, we do need to talk. Come on!”

You reached out grabbing his hand pulling the archangel toward your car. Zoe was quickly walking behind you.

“No! You tow are not going off together!”

Sam quickly walked forward wrapping his arms around the angel pulling her back.

“He'll bring her back! Calm down! You can't tell her what to do forever!”

Zoe growled.

“Like hell I can!”

She snapped as Sam gently shook her.

“Zoe listen to yourself! Let them talk this out! Gabriel, like it or not, is a good match for Y/n. I get why you are pissed but you can't order Y/n around all of her life. Come inside and relax. When she gets home we will sit down like the adults that we are and talk.”

Meanwhile,

Gabriel sat silently beside you as you sped down a dark Kansas road. Neither had said anything for a few moments. This was the most silent moment that either of you shared.

“Sugar, where are we going?”

Gabriel asked gently. You didn't even advert your eyes from the road.

“What does it matter?”

You said coldly. Gabriel sighed.

“Getting in cars with mad girls is a bad idea.”

You pursed your lips.

“You lied to me. Was all of this, everything that we had, a lie?”

Gabriel shook his head before looking down at his lap.

“No, Y/n, I love you.”

You didn't say it back for once instead you sat making no facial expressions. Gabriel sighed realizing that may have just fucked everything up beyond repair. He wanted to get out of the car and disappear again. You would forget him soon enough and could find a better lover!

Gabriel hated everything about himself at the moment. Everything that was right was wrong! Just like Gabriel had envisioned all the good had came crashing down in a gigantic heap of destruction!

He tired to think of anything to get himself out of of head! Nothing was working! All he could think of was the pain that was going through him! Everything was like a gigantic kick to the balls!

You're hand wrapping around his pulled Gabriel from his thoughts. He looked down to see your tiny hand intertwined with his. This time it wasn't a figment of his imagination!

“I love you, you stubborn archangel! I just want the truth. Why did you lie to me?”

Gabriel sighed.

“Various reasons. I have been hiding who I am for a very long time. I also didn't want you to think that I was with you because I wanted your mother. I wanted you to see that I wanted you. If that meant me being someone else I was willing to do it. Damn I sound like a creeper, huh?”

You chuckled at that.

“I can buy those reasons. I want to know what happened with my mother though. You owe me the truth.”

Gabriel nodded to a parking.

“Pull over baby.”

You pulled into the parking lot of an empty shopping center. Shutting off the car she turned to face the archangel beside her. Gabriel took a breath before taking her hand in his.

“I didn't used to be the nicest of guys, sugar. When I was paired with your mother. The last thing that I did was remain faithful. Rosalie and I just weren't a good match. Friend wise we were fine. Husband and wife was a big hell no. She had enough of my behavior, which I don't' blame her on now. She wanted to be free from me and have the bond severed. I did it because I thought it was was best. I wanted her to be happy. I blame myself for a lot of what happened to her. Just because you are not with someone anymore doesn't meant that you stop caring. When I heard that Michael was after her I begged her to take you and run. That's right. I remember you as a baby. You were a toddler then and that was the last time that I saw you until a few months ago. I even tried to get Rose to let me keep the two of you and your tax accountant of a father safe. Y/n, your mother was so damn stubborn. She said it wasn't my responsibility anymore. I was so mad after that I just stopped talking to her. I ran, just like I'm good at. I found out later that she was dead and I haven't stopped blaming myself. Zoe thinks that I am some asshole that abandoned your mother. She doesn't know half of it. There was a lot that happened. There is more to the story that is hard to explain. I was also playing double agent with Lucifer. Zoe and the others don't know that. You mother only found out when new ran into each a few years after the fact. At this point she was married to your father. She understood everything and kept it secret. We kept everything after our separation secret. I don't love her like I love you. I've never loved anyone like I love you, Y/n. Whether you believe that or not is on you. If you don't want to see me again, I get it.”

Gabriel looked away from you and stared out the window. He didn't want to look at your face. If you said no, he was going to vanish and never return! You meanwhile, sat motionless a moment before undoing your seat-belt and climbing onto Gabriel's lap

“You are a stubborn archangel! I still want you! All of this is just a shock!”

Gabriel's golden eyes rolled to yours.

“Sugar, I...”

Your lips were on his stopping Gabriel from completing his sentence. This kiss as different from any other that you shared. In ways it felt almost like a first kiss and quickly escalated into a long hungry passion fueled make out session. You fingers were tangled in Gabriel's hair tugging. You were thankful to see that all of his triggers when it came to passion were still the same!

“Gabriel, I need you!”

The archangel moaned as pushed your skirt up enough to undo his jeans. He stopped looking at you carefully. If you were any other woman, he would have been tearing into her.

“Are you sure that you want that? I mean like now? Aren't you going to ground me from sex or something else lame and I have to be a miserable whinny bastard for a few days?”

You pressed a series of kisses to his jaw line, giggling. Your fingers traced down his chest stopping as they came in contact the the tip of his now noticeable erection. Gabriel hissed as you fingers stroked over his length a few times.

“Yes, I want you! You've explained what happened. There is no point in dragging this out. You said sorry. This is where we have make up sex and go about our business.”

Gabriel chuckled as he snapped his fingers, making your panties disappear.

“That's my girl!”

He cooed before reaching down and leaning the seat back slightly. Gabriel's hands cupped your breasts pressing kisses to the exposed parts of your chest.

“This shirt has been teasing me since you opened that door. It will look better on the floor of the bedroom later.”

You pressed your hips harder into Gabriel's making the archangel moan.

“Easy on the goods, gumdrop.”

You pulled him back into another hungry kiss.

“Don't leave me tonight, Gabriel. I am afraid that Zoe and Cas will find a way to block you from finding me if you leave.”

He shook his head.

“I'm not leaving you again. I don't care what your lovely family has to say either. They need to get used to seeing me or get over it. I could always just throw you over my shoulder and take you with me.”

You looked pleased enough with that as the two of you continued to kiss not caring that the car windows were fogging up. Gabriel's lips on your neck made you whimper and rock your hips against his. As you tried to get situated so Gabriel could push in easily, you banged your head on the ceiling.

“Ow!”

You whimpered holding your head. Gabriel chuckled and reached up to heal the forming bruise. He leaned back the seat a little further trying to find some form of leverage.

“Boy the movies make this look easy. Good thing I am not some tall mother fucker to this would be really difficult!”

Gabriel said as he tried to pull his tight jeans down.

“I picked a hell of a day to wear tight jeans.”

Gabriel mumbled. He tugged a little harder, this time however however, his elbow went back too far and cracked the window. The two of you froze a moment before bursting into giggles.

“Well damn, how are we going to explain that? Sorry we were just trying to fuck each other and this happened or bats man....a bat hit the window?”

Gabriel said sheepishly. You laughed hard and pressed your face into his neck.

“Stop making me laugh. Neither of us will be getting off at this rate. We'll go with the bats.”

“Bats it is.”

Gabriel said happily.

“I have a better idea that could have made this easier. Stupid me, you were rubbing my cock and I went all crazy.”

He snapped his fingers again leaving the two of you naked. Gabriel looked at you before giving you an eyebrow wiggle. He ran his hands over his cock a few times watching you bite your lip in anticipation.

“Now sugar?”

He asked with those pouty puppy dog eyes. You quickly raised your hips and took Gabriel like a band-aid from tip to base in one motion. Gabriel moaned fighting the urge to yank you down and pound in mercilessly. Instead, he gave you gentle thrusts making sure not to break anymore windows or cause any damage. You wrapped your arms around his neck. The sound of you panting in his ear made Gabriel want to come.

It was at this moment that Gabriel couldn't understand why his brother's despised humans so much! The feeling of making love was one of the most pleasurable feeling that Gabriel had ever experienced. Having a girl that was crazy about you made it even better! Gabriel had quit caring about how many angel rules he was breaking a long time ago. Now he was sully focused on enjoying himself and making sure that you were coming apart in his arms.

“I'll give you a proper fucking later. We can sound proof that room of yours and I'll make you scream! Damn it sugar this is a little difficult. Only good part is being totally balls deep in that tight little pussy of yours.”

You whimpered, knowing that Gabriel was trying to make you come. The car sex was definitely a lot more more difficult than planned.

“Y/n, sugar, I can't...”

You reached out biting down on Gabriel's ear, earning yourself a low growl. Gabriel came the moment that you kissed down his neck ad bit down on his pulse point. You knew his kinks well by now and biting was one of his favorite. Gabriel wouldn't care one bit to walk around with love bites littering his neck and body.

You gasped when Gabriel pushed down on your clit using his grace. He continued to thrust into you harshly.

“Come for me, princess. I know you felt me come inside of you. You're all mine, Y/n. No one is going to touch you like I do. Come now.”

He growled in your ear. You didn't need anymore encouragement than that! Coming hard you set in a sweaty heap not ready to move for a few moments.

“So that was making love to an archangel?”

You asked, still pressing gentle kisses to Gabriel's collarbone. He chuckled.

“You haven't see anything yet sugar. Come on baby, lets get you something for dinner.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers, leaving the two of you dressed and in your original positions.

30 minutes later, the two of you sat at a quiet diner.

“I have to say fucking in a car was almost a disaster. The made it look way too easy in Titanic.”

You said with a smirk. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“I didn't hear you complaining when you were screaming my name.”

You blushed looking down at your again intertwined hands. Gabriel meanwhile, was busy watching you blush. He was so lost in the moment that he didn't hear the diner door open. Gabriel didn't give a damn about any of the other patrons. Tonight his eyes were only on his princess.

The happy moment changed when your face went from happy to sheer horror.

“Gabriel, its him...the angel that killed my parents.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes went wide before he resumed his cool composure. He turned slightly in the bench seeing none other than Michael standing in the doorway. Gabriel quickly turned knowing his brother could sense him.

“Get under the table Y/n. I’ll keep you safe. Don’t make a sound.”

You nodded with a petrified expression. As you slid down into the floor huddling yourself beside Gabriel’s legs. You trembled as a pair of legs approached their table. It was like reliving the most awful night of your life when the fancy dress shoes stopped and faced your direction. Hearing his voice made your heart pound.

“Gabriel.”

You slightly jumped when you felt Gabriel's hand soothingly rub your shoulder. From where you sat you could see his face clearly and he didn't look amused.

“Michael.”

Gabriel kept his voice even as his older brother gave him a cold grimace.

“I didn't know that you were back. Looking for anything interesting?”

Gabriel shook his head using an illusion to keep you hidden. If Michael looked under the table, he would only see his brother's feet.

“Nah, just enjoying my freedom. You should try it sometime.”

You meanwhile, was taking deep even breaths. Gabriel's voice sounded almost foreign you. Michael meanwhile, laughed bitterly.

“Enjoy it while you can little brother. Soon you'll be back in heaven taking your place where you are meant to be.”

Gabriel frowned before raising an eyebrow. He made sure to say his next sentence as sassy as possible.

““Beside your psycho ass? I’ll take a rain check on that.”

Michael looked less than pleased as Gabe knew he would

“I’ll cash in on that soon Gabriel. Remember that Lucifer isn’t here to keep you safe anymore. If you see Y/n it will be in your best interest to inform me of the girl’s whereabouts.”

Michael was no fool. He knew that the two of you were an item. He could smell your scent all of his brother. The fiery look in his younger brother’s eyes told him everything that he needed to know.

“I’ll tell you nothing.”

Gabriel growled. Michael raised an eyebrow as he turned to walk toward the door.

“We’ll see Gabriel. You aren’t the spoiled protected child that you used to be. Also it will be Raphael and myself against you. Two against one isn’t a good number. See you soon brother.”

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Writing Your Story: Chap. 12 - I Need to Know

Summary: Sam, Dean, Raelyn and Castiel are all at their wits ends researching how to hunt a demon/djinn hybrid. One bad lead after another is causing them all to snap at one another. Dean decides that he is going to take Raelyn out of town for a special getaway. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 3096 A/N: A little angst before an incredibly fluffy chapter. After this chapter there is only four chapters left for Raelyn and Dean. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

“Where are you boys now?” Raelyn asked as she sat at her desk. “Just made it to Oklahoma City and we’re stopping for the night.” Dean said as she heard him getting out of the Impala. Him and Sam were coming back from another dead-end lead in Texas. “You’re sure the guy didn’t know anything about Raymond?” She heard the motel door shut as Dean sighed, “Yeah, stunt demon number three didn’t know anything about Raymond’s demon. The only thing he said was the demon who Raymond has riding shotgun is a son of a bitch.” Raelyn sighed. The boys and Castiel had been running down leads to get information on Raymond. Earlier in the day, Raelyn had checked in on Castiel who was somewhere in Canada speaking to a heavenly contact of his who equally had as much information as the demon the boys talked too.

“How is your mystery novel coming along?” Dean started chuckling as Raelyn groaned. “Never mind, sorry I asked.” Raelyn looked up at her manuscript that was only half done when writer’s block smacked her in the face. “I’m sorry, everything I’ve been writing has been crap and I’m frustrated.” Dean was saying something to Sam about grabbing dinner, “I’m sure what you’re writing isn’t crap but I could be a little more reassuring if you let me see it.” Raelyn snickered, “Nice try pretty boy. I’m going to try to get back to it. How about you Facetime me a little later because I’ll probably be in the same spot glaring at my computer screen.” Raelyn narrowed her eyes at the paragraph she had rewritten a million times over the last hour. “Okay sweetheart, I will talk to you later. Don’t shoot your computer.” She laughed as she ended their called and went back to writing.

After an hour, Raelyn let out a frustrated grunt as she saved her file and shut down her computer. She decided that it would be a good time for her to get out of the bunker. Grabbing her purse and keys she walked to the garage to drive into town. Raelyn pulled into her favorite diner, Jiffy Burger, sitting in her favorite booth. Her favorite waitress, Jordan, was working and brought her a chocolate milkshake. “You know me too well, Jordan.” She laughed sticking her pen in her ponytail. “How are you tonight Raelyn?” Raelyn rolled her eyes as Jordan slowly backed away. “Got it, bacon cheeseburger with extra fries coming up.” Raelyn smiled, “Jordan, you’re a saint and I love you.” Raelyn looked around the diner at all the customers. Her favorite thing to do when she was frustrated with her writing was to go into a restaurant and people watch. She would create stories for every person or group she saw. Raelyn pulled out her notebook she kept in her purse and began writing down the stories that came in her head.

A shadow cast over her notebook and she glanced up gasping. “Hello Raelyn.” She stared into the light blue eyes of Raymond as he sat down across from her. Before Raelyn could speak, Jordan walked over with her order. “Here you go. What can I get for you handsome?” Raymond looked up at her and gave her his best charming smile. “Just a Coke, please.” Jordan’s cheeks turn pink as she walked away. “What are you doing here?” Raelyn asked in a hushed tone. He stole a fry off her plate and threw it in his mouth. “I haven’t bothered you in a while so I wanted to pop in on you. You have noticed that I haven’t been in your dreams at all, right?” Raelyn sat back folding her arms across her chest, “Yes I’ve noticed. You didn’t answer my question, what are you doing here?” Jordan came back with his soda, “Thanks beautiful.” He winked at her causing her to giggle softly as she walked away. “Like I said, I wanted to pop in on you. However, where you’re staying at I can’t just pop in. Quite some powerful warding around that bunker.” Raelyn narrowed her eyes trying to keep her panic off her face.

He chuckled at her, “Don’t worry Raelyn. I’m not here to hurt you or kidnap you again. Brute force is not the way to go about this and I learned that the hard way.” Raelyn smiled thinking of the beating Sam and Dean had given him. “Raymond, get to the point. I don’t have the patience to deal with your mind games.” He took a drink of his soda and leaned forward. “I suggest you gather some patience because messing with your mind, messing with your feelings, messing with your new friends and pretty boy toy is on the top of my to do list now. So, get ready Raelyn because I’m going to have so much fun with this.” He threw a five-dollar bill on the table and got up. “Have a great night sis. I’ll see you soon.” She watched Raymond walk out as Jordan walked over. “Wow, he’s hot. Who is that?” Raelyn sighed, “My brother and trust me he is not a good guy.” Jordan walked away looking disappointed.

“That son of a bitch!” Dean yelled as the four of them were sitting in the bunker. “Dean…” Castiel said as Dean looked at him annoyed. “What? He knows where she’s at! He threatened her! We need to take care of him like yesterday.” Raelyn was silent as Dean ranted and Sam placed his hand over hers. “Are you okay?” he asked. When she looked up at him the dam broke from the tears she was holding back. “No, I’m not okay. I need to know this is all going to end. I need to know I’m safe from him. I’m freaking terrified to go to sleep!” Dean knelt beside her his hand cupping her cheek. His thumb wiped away the tears on her cheeks. “As long as I’m around you will always be safe, I promise.” She nodded squeezing her eyes shut. “We will find a way to ice this S.O.B. and you can go back to writing novels and working conventions. Until then, trust me…” Raelyn opened her eyes as Dean looked up at Sam and Castiel, “trust us that we will let nothing happen to you.” Dean stood up pulling Raelyn up with him and wrapped his arms around her. She nestled her head against his chest as he rested his cheek on top of her head. “I trust you. I trust you all.” Sam walked over wrapping his arms around them. “Come on Cas, you’re in on this group hug too.” Dean motioned as he pulled Castiel into the hug as Raelyn giggled.

The next three weeks Sam and Raelyn stayed in the bunker researching online and ordering books online for them to read. Dean and Castiel were hunting down leads from demons across the continental United States. Raelyn put all her focus on researching demons and djinns not working on her manuscript at all. She looked up when she heard Sam groan. He was leaning back rubbing his eyes, “I need a break. How about we go out and grab some pizza or something?” Raelyn shook her head, “You go ahead. I’m going to keep reading through these articles.” She looked back down at her laptop until Sam pulled it away from her. “Sam, give me back my laptop.” Sam shook his head, “Raelyn you have been holed up in the bunker for weeks. You’re hardly sleeping or eating and when is the last time you worked on your manuscript?”

She looked at him pointedly and sighed. “Sam, please give me back my laptop so I can read through the articles I found in order to find a way to KILL my DAMN brother!” she snapped. Sam flinched as if she smacked him and pushed her laptop back to her. He got up and not saying another word walking towards the garage. She felt bad for snapping at him but she wanted this all to be over with and so far, none of them had found anything. Raelyn heard Sam come through the bunker door. She was in her room with the door shut laying on her bed. “Raelyn, I grabbed some food for us. It’s in the kitchen if you want some.” She heard him walk away. She laid her head down on her folded arms and soon her eyes were too heavy to keep open.

“Raelyn. Oh, Raelyn-n.” She looked around not seeing anyone else around her. “Hello?” she called out and then she heard his devious laugh. She hid behind a sofa that was in the room and she patted her pockets to see if she had her phone with her. “Damn it.” She whispered. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He said in a sing song voice. “You can’t really hide from me, Raelyn. I’m inside your head.” The room came in a little clearer and saw it was her childhood home. She was in her living room she looked around from the back of the couch and saw him. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and faced Raymond. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” she asked as he nodded. “Yeah, but doesn’t make it any less real for you. You’ll try to tell yourself that it is only a dream but your emotions will take over. Your fear will consume you and you’ll react. The best part is that you’ll never know when I’ll come to you. Every time you close your eyes to go to sleep paralyzing fear will take you over. Eventually, you’ll think you’re going crazy and you’ll never trust yourself to sleep. I can’t wait to see you in such a panic state. For now, though…” Raymond stepped to the side revealing Sam tied to a chair. “Sam!” she yelled as Raymond pointed a gun to his temple. “Bye, bye Sammy-boy.” Raymond pulled the trigger and Raelyn lunged forward screaming. Blood was everywhere as his body slumped forward. “See, I told you. You would react and now you know what game I’m playing. See you soon.”

Raelyn shot up from her bed sweating. She rushed out to the library seeing Sam on his laptop. He stood up worry filtering over his face. “Raelyn, what’s wrong?” She rushed over to him as tears fell down her cheeks and hugged him tightly. “Whoa. Hey, what’s going on?” He asked as she started sobbing into his chest. They stood there for several minutes as she cried until finally she calmed herself down. Sam sat her down in a chair and quickly went to grab her a bottle of water. After taking a few sips, she spoke, “I had a nightmare.” Sam sat next to her and she explained what happened in her dream. Sam ran his hand through his hair letting out an uneasy breath. “Raelyn, you can’t be afraid to go to sleep. Trust me, from personal experience, you need to sleep. What usually helps after you’ve had these nightmares.” A small smile spread across her face, “Dean. He has come in and slept next to me.” Sam nodded grabbing his phone. “Hey Dean, you and Cas better come back to the bunker as soon as possible.” Sam paused looking up at her. “Raelyn had another nightmare and she needs you.” Raelyn looked down at her hands an enormous wave of guilt washing over her, but Sam was right. She needed Dean.

When Dean had heard all about the dream he decided that Castiel could go out talking with demons while him and Sam stayed behind at the bunker. The guilt on her felt like she was carrying a sumo wrestler on her back. She was more determined than ever to find answers on how to kill Raymond. Dean was sleeping next to her every night and so far, she had not had a nightmare. She enjoyed waking up to Dean each morning. She always spent a few minutes watching him sleep. His chest slowly rising and falling. His soft lips slightly parted and his tongue resting between his teeth. One morning she started counting the freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks. She only got to forty before he woke up. Her favorite moment though, was when he first woke up and opened his eyes. He slowly would open his eyelids revealing his gorgeous shiny emerald eyes. He would blink a few times and then rub them while yawning. Then he would look over giving her his traditional smirk and say good morning. The only part of her day that she looked forward to, was lying in bed next to Dean in the morning. After that, she would dive head first into her research and the fear, the guilt would all return a little heavier than the day before.

“Anything?” Dean asked as he kicked his feet up onto the table. It had been two weeks and still nothing. “There is nothing on demon hybrids. We could use try dipping the demon blade in lamb’s blood and see if that works.” Sam suggested. “See if it works? See… if it works?” Raelyn looked up hearing Dean’s angry tone. Sam shrugged, “It’s the best shot we have.” Dean slammed his fist down on the table, “Damn it! We ain’t got time for ifs and maybes! We need answers now!” Sam slammed his book closed, “Yelling and demanding answers isn’t helping Dean. I don’t see you coming up with anything either.” Sam raised his voice slightly out of frustration. They started arguing with one another until Raelyn could not take it anymore. “Both of you SHUT UP!” They turned towards her at the same time and she packed up her laptop and books she was reading from. “Neither one of you are helping the situation and frankly I don’t want to be around you guys arguing. I’ll be in my room… alone! Now I will come back out here when you both have decided to be adults again or an hour has pasted whichever comes first.” Raelyn left the brothers stunned in the library as she went to her room slamming the door.

“Hello Raelyn.” Her eyes snapped opened and she was back in her living room tied to a chair. “Raymond.” She sighed as he walked behind her. “Damn it, I fell asleep.” He snickered and leaned down his hot breath on her ear. “Yes, you did and I am so happy you’re here.” He walked around standing in front of her holding a knife. “I want to test something and I do hope it works.” He took his knife and run the blade across her forearm. She hissed as the pain traveled down to her fingertips. “Son of a bitch!” she yelled out as he sliced up her cheek. “If my theory is correct, you will wake up bleeding and hurt.” Raelyn gritted her teeth growling as he chuckled. “Let’s pick this up a little bit, shall we.” Raymond walked out of the room and brought back a tied-up Dean. Raelyn gasped seeing Dean’s face all bloody. “De-Dean?” she stammered and he lifted his head as Raymond sat him down in front of her. “Raelyn, don’t be scared. I promise we will get out of here.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She knew it was only a dream and her Dean was safe in the bunker. Seeing him in front of her beaten and bloody was playing tricks with her emotions. She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Wake up, Raelyn. Wake. Up. Now.” Raymond’s laugh filled her mind, “Do you want to wake up? Do you really want to wake up?” She opened her eyes and nodded. “Okay then, remember you asked for this.” Raymond stood behind Dean grabbing a fist of his hair pulling back his head. Dean groaned and started to struggle against his restraints. Before she could say anything, Raymond drew the knife across Dean’s neck slicing it completely open.

Raelyn screamed, “NO! DEEANNN!” As she sat up in bed Sam and Dean came rushing in. Dean sat on the bed pulling her into his lap holding her. “Shh, Raelyn you’re okay. It was just a nightmare and he’s not here.” She rested her cheek on his shoulder and winced as it stung. She looked down at her arm and saw blood trailing down her arm. She looked up at Dean wide eyed as he realized she was bleeding. “What the hell? Sammy, go get the first aid kit.” Sam left the room returning quickly with the first aid kit. He began to clean up her wounds as Dean held her rubbing her back as Sam had to stitch up the cut on her arm. Once he was done, Sam sat on her computer chair and asked, “Raelyn, how did you get these cuts?” She felt numb as her nightmare flashed in her mind. “Raymond. He said he was testing a theory to see if he harmed me in my nightmare if I would be hurt in real life. Apparently, the answer is yes.” Dean held onto her tighter, “This changes things a lot.” She nodded with a defeated sigh.

As Raelyn and Dean were laying down to go to bed he slipped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. “Dean, I’m okay. I know you’re worried, but really I’ll be fine.” She turned in his arm to face him. She kissed the tip of nose as he chuckled softly. “Let’s go away this weekend. Just you and me. No research, no manuscript, just a fun weekend away from everything.” Raelyn smiled, “A weekend alone? Together? Dean Winchester are you trying to get into my pants?” She started to giggle as his face burned red. “How dare you? I am a gentleman and would never try…” He trailed off seeing her knowing look, “You’re not believing a word I’m saying, are you?” She shook her head. “Seriously, I think a weekend out of the bunker and away from everything would be great for all of us. You and I can sneak away to somewhere while Sam and Cas can do whatever they do for fun.” Raelyn thought about it for a moment and nodded, “Under one condition.” She said as he propped himself up. “We go on a date of my choosing since you promised me we could.” His beaming smile was answer enough for her and they settled down into the bed for the night.

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wanderingcas · 7 years

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Week 13: Destiel Case Fics!

[Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful submissions to Week 13, the final week of Spn Fanfic Submission Thursday! There’s some absolutely quality fics in this list, so check them out. If you read a fic, make sure to leave a comment and make an author’s day!

Note: this is technically the last week of Fanfic Submission Thursday. If you enjoyed these weekly fics, make some noise in my inbox and let me know! I’ll keep it going if people want it to continue. ^-^]

Humanity’s Angels by @amirosebooks

To get their minds off of Kelly Kline, Lucifer, and the BMOL, Dean and Sam take a case in Northern Arizona where a rogue angel was seen flashing his wings at a film festival and ranting about blasphemy. They quickly realize that there might be more to this case than they’d initially thought. The angel fits all the characteristics of being a ghost—EMF readings, see-through body, air chilling ability, and all. A local man is found with his eyes burned out like he was the victim of a smiting keeps them in town after salting and burning the angel’s buried vessel in hopes of dispelling his ghost.

Between all of this, Dean is finding it hard to keep his feelings for Cas under wraps. Especially when everywhere he looks and everyone he talks to reminds him of how much energy he’s spent hiding his sexuality from his family over the years. Will watching the ghost angel’s grieving best friend mourn the loss of the angel he’d loved spur Dean into confessing his own feelings before it’s too late? Will an angel from Cas’s past be able to succeed where Ishim failed? Who the hell has Sam been texting? Will someone please tell Mary what the hell is going on with her sons? Will any of Team Free Will learn to use their damn words?

Explicit. 92.8k words. (Complete)

[Bisexual Dean Winchester, Asexual Castiel, Mutual Pining, Canon Typical Violence, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Homophobia/Biphobia, Jealous Dean]

The Orange Blossom Bride by @expatgirl

It’s a simple salt and burn, even if it is in Florida. How hard could it possibly be?

Or:

Even the dead know.

Teen and Up. 15.5k words. (Complete)

[Case fic, pining, Sam Knows, Florida, ghosts, post-S10]

You Can’t Get Rid Of The Babadook (And Years Of Unresolved Sexual Tension) by @deaneatscake

When the queer community accepts the Babadook as their new found icon, they accidentally create a Tulpa that starts killing homophobic people. Of course, Team Free Will rises to the occasion.

Explicit. 11.9k words. (Complete)

[AU - Canon, UST, Unsafe Sex, No Deaths, No Angst, Bisexual Dean Winchester]

Same Deep Water by @braezenkitty

Team Free Will hits the road to California to investigate the Brookdale Lodge, a haunted hotel nestled in the fog and giant redwoods of the Santa Cruz mountains. It’s been plagued by numerous suspicious deaths over its long history, the most well-known being the drowning of a six year old girl in the creek that runs through the middle of the Lodge’s famous restaurant, the Brookroom. Locals say the place is cursed, and connoisseurs of the paranormal regularly prowl the premises hoping to catch a glimpse of one of its many spirit residents. When a regular at the Lodge’s bar, the Mermaid Room, turns up drowned in the Lodge’s empty pool, Sam, Dean, and Cas decide to check it out. After a long break spent recovering from their battle with the Darkness, it seems like just the kind of open and shut case they need to ease back into hunting… but the Brookdale Lodge lives up to its dark reputation when something seeks to draw them into the water and drag them all under the surface.

Explicit. 30.5k words. (Complete)

[Protective Dean Winchester, Human Castiel, Interrupting Sam, Team Free Will, Hunter Castiel, Haunted Houses, Haunting, Drowning, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, Jealous Dean, Angry Kissing, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Happy Ending, Not Really Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence]

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I’ll Entertain The Offered Fallacy by @mittensmorgul

Nothing had gone right all day. Dean had let the witch slip through his fingers, and he’d had to leave Sam and Cas behind to finish her off while he slogged off to her secret lair to get rid of the source of her powers. It was literal garbage duty, but it still had to be done. It didn’t make it any easier to know that Sam and Cas were in her line of fire while Dean was relatively safe (if appalled by the state of her housekeeping). So of course if something else could go wrong for Dean, it would.

Why was it always witches?

Teen and Up. 12.7k words. (Complete) [Humor, Fluff, Body Swap, Witch Curses, Case Fic, Comedy of Errors, Interrupting Sam, Human Castiel, Free Will, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, references to Dean and Crowley’s howling at the moon]

We're Butter Off Together by @whichstiel

Set immediately after the Season Five episode “The End” this canon-divergent story begins with Dean and Sam heading to the Wisconsin State Fair to check out a butter sculpture of an angel that sounds awfully similar to Castiel. Sure enough, when they arrive the incomplete sculpture looks a lot like Cas - enough so that the Winchesters call in the angel himself to help investigate it. Castiel, upon arrival, is mistaken as Dean’s partner - as in “life partner” - and they’re forced to share a room at a local B&B during the investigation. When Cas falls prey to the dark powers at work, Dean must confront his feelings in order to save Castiel.

Explicit. 27k words. (Complete)

Never Again I’ll Go Sailing by @mansikkaomenabanaani

A beach house on an idyllic stretch of sand, a simple salt and burn, a case that, taken at face value, is perfect. But when hearts are breaking and words are wounding, is this case the backdrop to a last chance at reconciliation, or a final distraction before an inevitable parting?

Because simple cases never turn out that simple, and uncovering one mystery just seems to create even more of them. And when leaving is the only certainty in their future, how can they help someone who is stuck in the past?

Explicit. 85k words. (Complete)

[Case Fic, Ghosts, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt, Fluff, Smut, Idiots in Love, Sam Ships It, Communication Failure, Crying Dean, Crying Castiel, Cold Castiel, Angry Dean, Emotional Dean, Nearly Human Castiel, Switching]

Dead Things and Washing Machines by @feartheophanim

Sam is sick and, despite Dean’s strict no-research-rule, finds a case. It’s like these cases sneak up on them when they least expect it. Dean says the hunt can wait; but, Sam doesn’t think that’s the wisest decision so he calls Cas to work the hunt with Dean.

Dean and Cas drive out only to find that the motels are all full; so, they end up in a one-bedroom/one-bath condo, sharing a bed and reveling in the stylish, fully-furnished, khaki-pants lifestyle.

Hunts don’t pause or slow down; they’re fast-paced and brutal. Dean and Cas’ relationship takes equal turns at both.

Mature. 26k words. (Complete)

[Canon Compliant, Recreational Drug Use, Branding, Non-sexual slavery, Homelessness, NSFB]

Deprived Of Every Planet by @cuddlemonsterdean

Dean’s breathing is audible in the scant space between them, irregular. The motel room is dark, pale blue shadows falling in through the gaps in the blinds. Throwing a pattern of uneven white stripes over the bunched up covers. Over Dean’s fingers twisted in the sheets. One half of him in shadow, softened by the dark. The heat of his skin. The tremble of him under Castiel’s touch.

He caresses a hand over Dean’s chest, slowly. Dean’s mouth falls open, his body arching into Castiel’s touch. Castiel stops over Dean’s heart. Through the fever of his desire, he rejoices about the wonder of experiencing another’s heartbeat through one’s own senses.

Dean gasps, but then he turns his face away and towards the dark. Eyes closed tight and brows furrowed like something is hurting him.

Castiel stills.

“Dean?”

Mature. 9k words. (Complete)

[Established relationship, touchstarved!Dean, background case]

Warnings: canon-level violence, minor character deaths

The Unspoken Has Been Spoken by @deservetobesaved

Team Free Will learns why an unexpected chaos breaks out during a piano recital. Dean and Cas get to the bottom of other things as well.

Teen and Up. 3k words. (Complete)

[spells and enchantments, crack, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, takes place after 12x12]

untitled by @woefulcas

dean comes to a realization while patching up a newly human cas.

Teen and Up. 500 words. (Complete) [hurt/comfort, hunter husbands, human!cas, fluff, dean has The Moment]

Deep Thoughts by @cupcakesnsarcasm

When the Winchesters find her, strung up and tortured by a demon, they realize she’s something more than an average human. Sam’s curious, Dean’s apprehensive, and Elise knows everything - because she can hear their thoughts.

Mature. 52k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester/OFC, Mind Reading, Demons, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, graphic depictions of violence]

Someone’s Who Feeling for Me by @ellis-park

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it’s panic at first sight. Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas’s arm like it’s no big deal, like it belongs there. Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it’s not directed where he expected it to be.

Mature. 46k words. (Complete)

[Case fic, mutual pining, mentions of past Dean/Lisa]

#fanfic submission thursday #week 13: case fics #kinda sad this is the last one :(#but like it said if you guys want to keep it going let me know!#otherwise thanks for everyone who has participated over the weeks <3

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crashdevlin · 5 years

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Marion- 11: Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now

Marion Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version). This started as an excuse to write some Castiel/OFC loving, but it blossomed into an epic-length fic and even an AU where Marion was with them the whole time.

Summary: Marion doesn’t like how Cas is acting and she’s preparing for the letdown Chuck warned her about.

Pairing(s): Castiel/Marion

Word Count: 3403

Chapter Warnings: Other side of Frontierland, Cas being a shitty boyfriend, angsty-angst-angst

Marion sat at Bobby’s kitchen table. She stared down at the locket she’d found in her pocket when she returned to the present time. It had to be from Castiel, some sort of apology for the fact that she’d barely been able to speak to him lately. It’d been months, actually. She’d gotten more conversation from his doppleganger in that other universe than she’d gotten from her beau. Misha had been very talkative. She’d been sad to see him die. Dean and Sam didn’t seem as affected by it. She listened to her twin cursing the amount of ash Colt had sent them as she tried once again to pry the locket open. There didn’t seem to be any glue holding it closed but she couldn’t get it open, no matter how hard she tried. As she heard Bobby’s front door open, she put the necklace in her pocket. She couldn’t feel bad for her failed relationship, right now. She smiled curtly and nodded slightly at Sam and Bobby as they headed for the basement where Dean was working.

“Hey.” Sam started. “How you doing?”

“Five shells.” Dean growled. “That’s how I’m doing.”

Sam sighed. “Well, you know, it’s a hell of a lot more than what we had last week.”

“Maybe.” Dean said, as Marion walked up.

“Meaning?” She asked.

“Meaning… I just had myself a little mishap a few minutes ago, and… uh, well, here, look.” Dean said, grabbing some of the ash and rubbing it on his arm. Nothing happens.

“Whoa.” Sam whispered.

“I mean, this stuff is supposed to burn the bejeezus out of Eve, doesn’t even give me a sunburn.”

“Lore says it works.” Bobby responded.

“That’s always reliable.” Dean said, cynically.

“Maybe that’s not how it works. You are human.” Marion chimed in.

“Yeah, you know what? Maybe it’s like, uh- maybe it’s like iron or silver. You know? Hurts them, not us.”

“Maybe, but a fat lot of good it does us ‘til we find the bitch.”

“I’m lookin’, but I’m thinkin’ maybe it’s time you made a call.” Bobby said, looking pointedly at Dean.

“Why me? He’s not my-”

Marion shook her head and started back up the stairs. She was exhausted on calling out to Castiel and him not answering her. She wasn’t sure she could take it again.

Dean turned back to the guys, knowing not to push it any further with his sister. “Why has it always got to be me that makes the call, huh? It’s not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude’s busy.”

Marion stopped at the top of the stairs as she heard the telltale sound of wings. She debated whether or not to turn back around for a minute, before settling to sit on the top step and look down on the scene.

Dean quickly moved away and spun around. “Cas, get out of my ass!”

“I was never in your-” Castiel started, but gave a confused look as he stopped. “Have you made any progress in locating Eve?”

“Well, we were gonna ask you about that.” Bobby said.

“No. I’ve looked, but she’s hidden from me. She’s hidden from all angels.” Castiel answered, casting a quick glance up to Marion.

“Awesome.”

“You know, what we really need is an inside man.” Sam said.

“What do you mean?”

“Something with claws and sympathy.”

“Like a friendly monster?” Dean asked. Sam shrugged. “Those are in short supply these days, don’t you think?”

“Sure, but we’ve met one or two, right?” Sam said.

“Maybe.” Dean responded sourly.

“So we can find one.”

“Anybody you can think of, somebody still alive?” Bobby asked.

A moment of silence passes as Sam and Dean rack their minds for allies who hadn’t been killed in the Apocalypse or the lead-up to the Apocalypse. Marion cleared her throat and stood from her spot at the top of the stairs. She stepped down 3 steps and avoided Castiel’s gaze as she leaned over the railing to look at her brothers. “Lenore. You need to find Lenore.”

“Vampire Lenore. Thank God you’ve got my memories, cause I forgot about her.” Dean said, before turning to Cas. “Lenore. She’s a vegetarian vampire. You find her, we might have a lead.”

Castiel nodded and disappeared.

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Marion sat upstairs in the kitchen by herself. She was staring down at the locket again. It reminded her of the other gifts he’d left behind without a word. They used to make her happy. They had been proof of his love. But now she felt like they were just things, things he threw her way so she wouldn’t get in his way.

“Marion!” She heard Dean call from the basement.

She pushed the locket deep into her pocket and stood. When she gets to the basement, she sees Lenore dead and knows that Castiel killed her.

“Grants Pass, Oregon.” Bobby said.

“And Lenore?” She asked.

Dean and Sam both gave a quick glance at Castiel, but then looked away. “She asked to be killed, so that she wouldn’t kill anymore. I acquiesced.” Castiel responded.

Marion nodded. “I’m ready when you boys are.”

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Marion sat in a chair pulled up to the booth in the diner, a plate of fries in front of her that she had taken to playing with instead of eating.

“Alright. I finally got the police database, no thanks to this.” Bobby said, gesturing to the iPad in his hands. “I asked for a computer.”

“It is a computer.” Sam defended.

“No, a computer has buttons.” Bobby responded, as the waitress walked up.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“No, we’re good. Thanks.” Dean dismissed her.

“Anything?” Sam asked.

“Oh, nickel and dime stuff, nothing weird. Basically, a dead end. You think Vampira was lying?” Bobby asked.

“I’ll search the town. Give me a moment.” Castiel volunteered.

Everyone around the table looked at Castiel, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

“Cas, we can still see you.” Dean piped up.

Castiel looked around, confused. “Yeah. I’m still here.”

“Okay, well you don’t have to wait on us, you-” Dean said, trying to understand what was going on. Castiel cleared his throat and seemed to strain to fly. “Well, now it just looks like you’re pooping.”

“Something’s wrong.” Castiel said, plainly.

“What, are you stuck?” Marion asked.

“I’m blocked. I’m powerless.”

“You’re joking?” Dean asked incredulously.

“Something in this town is, uh, it’s affecting me. I assume it’s Eve.”

Marion rolled her eyes. *Of course it’s Eve.*

“So, wait, Mom’s making you limp?” Dean asked.

“Figuratively, yes.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, but she is.”

“Well, that’s great, because without your power, you’re basically just a baby in a trench coat.” Dean snapped.

Marion would have felt offended for her boyfriend if it weren’t so true.

“I think you hurt his feelings.” Sam said.

Bobby cleared his throat to get their attention back. “I got something here, maybe. Had to go federal to get it. Call went out from the local office to the CDC last night.”

“About what?” Sam asked.

“A Dr. Silver called in an illness he couldn’t identify. Patient’s a 25 year old, African-American, name- Ed Bright.”

“Well, that’s not much to go on.”

“Well, its our only lead, so-”

Dean interrupted Bobby’s thought with a nod. “So beggars can’t be choosers, right? I get it. Alright, let’s finish up.”

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Marion stood at the doorway of the frat house. Dean and Castiel had insisted that she not go into the infection zone, but she couldn’t stand out there next to a powerless Castiel, knowing that if he could disappear, he would. Marion was in the perfect position, though, to hear everything her brothers were saying.

“Hey, Ed. Ed, what’s going on?” Dean asked.

“Uh, nothing. You’re ok. You’re okay, alright? We’re gonna get you help.” Sam responded.

“What? No, no. No, no, no, no, no, of course not. You, uh, you have a fever. You’re hallucinating.”

“Marshall, Marshall. Hey, what happened here?” Sam pushed. “No, you’re not gonna die, okay? Now you need to talk to us. It’s important.”

“And before you got sick, before Ed got sick, did you do anything? Did you go anywhere? Hey, I need you to focus for me.” Sam asked. “A bar? What bar? 8th street, um, did anything happen at the bar? Did you- did you see anything? Did you meet anyone? Look, an ambulance is on the way, okay?”

“A girl? Okay, and?” Dean urged. Marion could hear the desperation in her brother’s voice and knew the boy was on the edge. “Good, okay. What did the girl in white do? Marshall? Wh-wh-what did she do to Ed? Marshall?”

Marion genuflected for the poor dead boy as her brothers walked over to join her. “I don’t get it. What, a bunch of regular Joes wake up shifters? What the hell?”

“Shifters usually run in families. This looks like an infection. Nobody touched nothing?” Bobby seemed to direct the question to Marion.

“Didn’t even go in.” She mumbled.

“Well, I am bathing in Purell tonight.” Dean said.

“So, he said they met a girl.” Sam informed the others.

“It’s gotta be Eve.”

“But why would she do this?” Castiel questioned.

“Mommy monster- make more.”

“No, no, no, no. Cas has got a good point. I mean if she’s gonna make a shifter army, why make one that’s sick, gooey and dying?” Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. “Add that to the pile of Crap That Don’t Make Sense.”

“So should we hit the bar?” Marion asked.

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Marion looked around the bar. She was a bit disgusted by the amount of dead people-monsters.

“Well, the sheriff’s a mook, but still.” Bobby started to say as he walked around the bar.

“You’d think he’d notice this many missing people.” Marion agreed.

“We got a vamp over here. Nope. Scratch that. We got a wraith. What the hell? What has teeth and a spike?” Dean asked.

“Nothing.” Marion said.

“Never seen that in my life.” Bobby confirmed.

“Oh, great. So Eve’s making hybrids now?” Dean asked.

“Looks like.”

“Yeah, the question is why. I mean what does she want with the… what do you call these?” Dean asked.

“Well, congrats.” Bobby droned. “You discovered it. You get to name it.”

Marion rolled her eyes, knowing a rock reference was coming. Dean looked around, before matter-of-factly saying, “Jefferson Starships.”

“Oh, god.”

“Huh, because they’re horrible- and hard to kill.” Dean finished, looking very proud of himself.

“I like Starship.” Marion muttered, leaning down close to the wood floor to examine a dead Starship.

“You would.” Dean quipped.

Sam chose to ignore it and move on. “Looks like the whole bar has been turned into these-”

“Jefferson Starships.” Dean interjected.

“Fine. But why are all the… Starships dead?” Sam finished.

“Can’t say, but looks like they all burned up.” Bobby said, examining the monsters.

“Burned up, like?” Dean asked.

“Like a high fever, like the flu.” Marion answered.

“What the hell’s going on here? Does every monster in this town have the damn motaba virus?” Dean asked as the sheriff and two deputies showed up at the door to the bar.

“Hands where I can see ‘em!” The sheriff yelled.

Marion dropped completely to the floor, hoping they wouldn’t notice her in the sea of bodies.

“Now this is not what it looks like.” Castiel said.

“Look, we’re the Feds.” Bobby insured.

“Yeah? Well, Feds are not allowed to do this. Cuff ‘em. Turn around.” Marion watched from the ground as Castiel, Bobby, and Sam were led out the door. She was ecstatic that she hadn’t seen Dean’s boots walking out the door. Once she was sure the locals were gone, she stood up, careful not to touch any of the Starships. She looked over to the bar and breathed a heavy sigh. Dean was standing up from behind the bar.

“When did you get smart enough to hide in bad situations?” Marion quipped. “Come on, we gotta follow ‘em.”

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Marion watched from the doorway as Bobby questioned the sheriff, slashing him with a silver knife. Castiel stood off from the side, just staring. He seemed cold, upset and not just at the situation with Eve or the fact that he was powerless. She didn’t know how to approach it. She knew that she should talk to him. He was her boyfriend, after all, even if he wasn’t a very attentive one.

“Got a couple of hungry human boys here.” Dean said, leading two boys in from the cells. “C’mon guys.”

“So, you two never heard ‘em talk… about a mother, or someone named Eve?” Sam asked.

Marion looked at the group. The two sets of brothers. Something… wasn’t quite right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was wrong.

The older boy shook his head. “It was just me and Ryan in there.”

“And your folks?” Dean asked, knowing the answer.

“Cops said we were next. He said we were food.”

“You have any other family?”

“An uncle, in Merritt.”

“Merritt, what’s that, like 15 miles outside of town? Okay. We’ll get you there.” Dean promised.

“Dean, can I have a word?” Castiel’s gravel voice prompted Dean to get up and walk away. Marion kept her eyes on the boys, but focused in on the angel’s words to her brother.

“We need to find Eve now.”

“Yeah. Go. Me and Sam just need to make a milk run.”

“We need your help here.” Castiel insisted.

“Hold your water. We’ll be back in a few.”

“Dean. Dean. Millions of lives are at stake, not just two. Stay focused.” Marion cringed a bit at the reaction she knew was coming because of the angel’s words.

“Are you kidding?”

“There’s a greater purpose here.”

“You know what, I-I’m getting a little sick and tired of the greater purpose, okay? I think what I’d like to do now is save a couple kids. If you don’t mind. We’ll catch up. Okay, guys, let’s go. C’mon.” Dean said, walking out the door.

“Damn it!” Marion cursed under her breath before rushing out the door and behind them. She grabbed Dean as he was getting in the driver’s seat and pulled him back out.

Ignoring that her twin looked ready to punch her, she shut the car door and whispered, “Something isn’t right, Dean. These kids shouldn’t have been here. These creatures, the Starships, have you seen any of the others saving food? No, they feed, they worship Eve and then they die. Why would they keep these boys for later?”

Dean shook his head and rested his hand on the door handle to show he was leaving as soon as he was done speaking. “Look, I’m gonna brush this off as you trying to agree with your boyfriend. We tested them. They’re human. You wanna stay here with Bobby and Cas, fine, but Sam and me, we’re takin’ them to their uncle’s place. We’re getting them out of this town. Now.”

Marion stepped back from the car, conceding defeat. “You go right ahead and ignore us, Dean. Ignore your twin sister and the only friend you’ve ever fucking had. Glad I’m not the only one you do that to.”

She didn’t look back as the door slammed and the tires squealed, but she turned when she got to the station door, just in time to see the taillights disappear over a hill. She looked up, wishing she hadn’t burned ties with Chuck, wishing she could call on God to tell her how this one ended. And for a few minutes, she considered taking a nap in the middle of this war zone, just to get a little reassurance from Lucifer. Lucifer, who was old enough to have probably met Eve before.

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Marion walked inside about 20 minutes later, still sort of wanting a nap. As she walked past the sheriff’s office, she heard Castiel speaking in a hushed voice.

“I can’t go myself because Eve has… clipped my wings, so to speak. I would have to walk outside the area of her influence in order to fly there and take care of them. It would take far too long and Marion would notice my absence, even if Bobby did not. You must do this… I am certain… Even if they were not Children of Eve, you should have no qualms about killing them… I wouldn’t have asked you if I were not okay with the possible consequence… I will contact you after.”

Marion wasn’t sure what she had just heard but she knew it was something she wasn’t supposed to hear. “Hey. Who was that?” She asked, pretending she hadn’t heard anything.

Castiel put the phone back in his coat and walked out of the room. “It was Dean. They’ve left the boys in Merritt and will be on their way soon.”

Marion tilted her head a bit and followed him with her eyes as he walked toward the interrogation room. Castiel had just lied to her. No confusion, no misunderstanding, just a flat-out lie. She hadn’t even thought Castiel knew how to lie. “Oh. Okay.” was all she managed.

A few minutes later, Bobby was handing Marion a drink as Castiel came out of the interrogation room with his hands covered in blood. This wasn’t right. His actions were wrong. He was more distant, even darker than normal and that was bad.

“Eve’s at 25 Buckley Street. You can call Sam and Dean.” Castiel said, before walking off toward the restroom.

Bobby gave a pointed look to Marion, who tried to not show her discomfort. “How should I know, Bobby? The guy barely talks to me, anymore. We haven’t even kissed since right after Balthazar sent us to Bizarro-land. I have no idea what’s going on in his head, anymore.”

Marion pulled the locket out of her pocket and showed it to Bobby. “The only way I know we are still in a relationship, at all, is these little gifts he leaves for me. I’ve got a box full of them now.”

“Way he acts toward you, you sure he’s the one leavin’ ‘em?” Bobby asked, pulling out his phone to call Sam.

Marion stared at the drink in her hand and fought the uneasy feeling rising up in her stomach. “I need a nap.” she told herself.

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They walked up to the diner they’d eaten at earlier.

“You gotta be kidding me. She’s been in there the whole time?” Dean griped.

“Why’d she ever let us in?” Sam asked.

“Or out?” Marion added.

“Well, there’s one way to find out.”

“What, just stroll in? We don’t know who human or who’s her.” Bobby said.

“Well, there’s one way to draw her out. Me and Sam will go in.”

“Dean.” Bobby started.

“Look. If we don’t get a shot off, you three better.” Dean said.

“I’m going with you, Dean.” Marion said, pulling her brother’s arm toward her. “We both know that there is no ash in my shell. I’d rather be in there if shit goes down, then out here useless.” She whispered.

Dean nodded. “Didn’t mean for you to get that one.” He whispered back, walking forward.

She followed her brothers and sat down at the bar next to Sam. “Now what?” She and Dean asked in unison.

Sam pulled out his phone and used the camera to look around the diner for eye-flash. “Crap. Crap, crap.” He whispered.

“Starships?”

“Yeah.”

“Is there anybody in this diner that is not a flesh-eating monster?” Dean asked.

“Uh, me and Marion and you.”

“Okay, well, let’s get the hell out of here.” Dean said.

“Shall we?” Sam offered to Marion.

“Three specials, right?” The waitress asks, putting two plates down and then grabbing a third from behind her.

“Uh, no, that’s not for us. We were just headed out.” Sam said.

“Now that would be rude, Sam.” The waitress said, squaring off in front of them.

The siblings looked up at the woman for the first time. Her brunette hair was loose but pulled back. She seemed like a nice young woman. Except the coldness. Sam looked at both of his siblings before readjusting himself on the stool. “Let me guess. Eve.”

“Pleasure.” She said, curtly.

“Why don’t we step outside. Chat?” Dean asked.

“Why? This is private.” Eve said. She looked up and the Starships around the diner close the blinds. One of the monsters grabbed Dean’s bag and opened it, revealing the shotguns. Eve reached into the bag and grabbed Dean’s gun, she sniffed the end. “Phoenix ash. I’m impressed. I bet you had to go a long way for that.”

“You have no idea.” Dean mumbled. Sam scoffed.

Eve handed the bag off to a Starship. “Destroy these. Thank you.” She smiled curtly at the Winchesters. “Relax. I’m not here to fight.”

“No? Just to rally every freak on the planet, bring in Khan Worms and-and half-assed spider-men… and dragons. Really, sister? Dragons?” Dean goaded.

“So I dusted off some of the old classics. I needed help.”

“With what?” Sam scoffed. “Tearing apart the planet?”

“You misunderstand me. I never wanted that. Not at first. I liked our arrangement.”

“What arrangement?” Marion asked, the words coming out a little more meek than she wanted.

“The natural order. My children turned a few of you, you hunted a few of them. I was happy.” Eve replied.

“Okay, so what changed?” Dean demanded.

“My children, no thanks to you, started getting kidnapped and tortured. Even my first borns.” Marion threw a quick glare at her brothers as Eve continued. “I was pushed into this. After all, a mother defends her children.”

“Really?” Dean asked, incredulously. “You’re gonna use the Mother of the Year defense? You?”

“It happens to be true. Know what? Maybe you’ll believe it if I look a little more like this.” Marion had to force herself not to look away as Eve changed her visage to look like her mother.

“Oh, you bitch.” Dean growled.

“She died to protect you, didn’t she? See. You understand a mother’s love. I’m no different.” Marion gave a shuddering sigh at the sound of her mother’s voice. Dean looked over, seeing the enamored look on his sister’s face, got angry.

“Alright, you know what? This conversation’s over. If you’re gonna kill us, kill us.”

“You? No. It’s Crowley I want dead.” Eve said.

“Well, you’re too late there- that little limey mook roasted months ago.” Dean snapped.

“Crowley’s alive.” Eve said, matter-of-factly.

“That’s impossible.” Sam said.

But Marion knew it wasn’t impossible. As soon as Eve had spoken the words, she knew it was true. It had never made sense, she realized, but she’d been so desperate to rejoin her brothers, to stop hiding, that she’d made herself believe it.

“Your sister knows it’s not impossible.”

Sam and Dean were soon staring at her expectantly. Marion looked down. “It never made sense. It was too easy. The King of Hell brought down by a single pawn of Heaven’s army? No way that happens. That’s not even how it works in actual chess.”

“If you didn’t think it was true, why didn’t you say something?” Sam asked.

“If Crowley was at least pretending to be dead, then you guys weren’t working for him, anymore. If he was not around, then I wasn’t in danger and I could come back. I just… ignored that it seemed wrong.”

“He’s alive. I see his face through the eyes of every child he strings up and skins. Any idea why he’s hurting my babies?” Eve asked, walking around the counter to stand between Marion and Sam.

“He wants Purgatory, right? Location, location, location.” Dean said.

Eve laughed. “Is that what he told you? It’s about the souls.”

“What about ‘em?” Sam asked.

“Their power, you simple little monkey. Fuel. Each soul a beautiful little nuclear reactor. Put ‘em together, you have the sun. Now think what the King of Hell could do with that vast, untapped oil well. How powerful he’d be. Now Crowley wants to siphon off my supply, and torture my children to do it? Okay, fine. I’ll quit playing nice. I’ll turn you all. Every soul, mine. Let’s see how hot his hell burns when everyone comes to me. He asked for it.”

“You know, last I checked, there were a few billion of us. That plan might take a while.”

“What exactly do you think I’m doing here? I’m building the perfect beast.” Eve said.

“Wait a second, all those- all those things we’ve been finding.” Sam said.

“Call it beta testing.” Eve quipped.

“Well, I think your formula might be a little off. They’re imploding all over town.” Dean said.

“Oh, there were a few unfortunate failures. But I eventually got it right. Quiet, smart, inconspicuous.”

As her brothers went back and forth with Eve about the Starships, Marion’s stomach twisted. *Quiet. Inconspicuous.* She gasped a little, and at the same moment Eve smiled and said, “Little Ryan.”, Marion whispered, “The boy.”

Eve threw a little smile her way, before turning to the brothers. “You look upset. If it makes you feel any better, Ryan was bound to work on you. Little wayward orphan, like yourselves. I almost thought Marion was gonna ruin it when she ran out to the car, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. So, let’s talk.”

“Nothing to say.” Sam answered.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I have an offer to propose. Crowley. As you know, not so easy to find. So, here’s the deal. You find him, bring him to me- I let you live.” Eve offered.

“Pass.” Dean answered, quickly.

“Dean.” Sam urged.

“Sam, no.” Dean turned to Eve. “The answer is no.”

“You say that like you have another option.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” Dean tossed back.

“You think?” A side door to the diner opened and Marion closed her eyes in silent futility as Castiel and Bobby were pushed in. “Well, so much for your plan B.” Eve said before turning to Cas. “And you, wondering why so flaccid? I’m older than you, Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. Long as I’m around, consider yourself unplugged.”

Eve turned away from the angel and came over to wrap her left arm around Marion. “Work for me. It’s a good deal. Bonus, I won’t kill your friends. This little princess would probably hate to lose her angel.”

“Alright, look. The last few months we’ve been working for an evil dick. We’re not about to sign up for an evil bitch. I’m gonna take my sister’s advice on this. We don’t work with demons. We don’t work with monsters. And if that means you gotta kill us, then kill us!” Dean said.

*Now, he listens to me?!*

Eve let go of Marion and walked around to behind the counter. “Or, I turn you. And you do what I want, anyway.”

“Beat me with a wire hanger, answer’s still no.” Dean said.

Marion and Sam jumped up as Eve suddenly appeared behind Dean, grabbing his shoulders. She felt two hands grasp her arms firmly at the elbow, holding her in place.

“Don’t. Test me.” Eve said, her head right next to Dean’s ear.

Dean turned his head a little and glared at her as best he could. “Bite me.”

Marion closed her eyes as her brother’s blood spurted across the diner and the shouting began.

“No!” from her little brother.

“Dean!” from her sometimes lover.

And then, the sound of coughing with an other-worldly rumble behind it. She opened her eyes to see Dean standing. “Phoenix ash.” He pulled out an empty shotgun shell from his pocket. “One shell, one ounce of whisky. Down the hatch. Little musty on the afterburn. Call you later, Mom.” Dean said.

Marion was sad to see Eve turn back into her brunette visage. Sad that she couldn’t see her mother’s face anymore. But when the black liquid began to pour out of her facial orifices, Marion knew that Eve was dead, and that she should focus on the Starship holding her arms. Apparently, everyone else had the same idea, because all the Starships started to attack.

“Shut your eyes!” Castiel yelled.

Marion threw her arm over her eyes, but the white light still made it through. She spent a moment blinking away stars from her eyes as Bobby stepped over a few bodies toward Dean. “We gotta take you on more monster hunts.”

“Hey, Cas, um… Dean’s bleeding pretty good.” Sam said, looking over at Dean pressing a rag to his neck.

“Yeah, I think she turned me into a Jefferson Starship. Could you clear that up, too?” Dean groaned.

Castiel touched Dean’s shoulder, lightly, and the wound healed. Dean rolled his shoulders and sighed. “Alright, we’re good. We got to go. Now.”

“Where?” Castiel asked, confused.

“The kid. The little kid. He’s one of ‘em.” Dean admitted.

“Unbelievable.”

“Yeah. I know, Cas. You told me, alright. Let’s just go.” Dean said, prompting Castiel to shake his head. Dean placed the empty shell on the counter and walked over to Castiel. Castiel shook his head again as he flew them to the uncle’s house in Merritt.

They all looked down at the dead uncle on the floor in the living room. “So, we kill the wicked witch and she still wins. I mean, they could’ve turned half the town by now.” Dean shook his head as Cas started to say something. “Don’t say it.”

Marion genuflected and turned away from the uncle as Bobby opened a door. “Found ‘em.” Bobby said, swinging the door open wider.

Marion followed her brothers and Castiel over to the door, which led to a cellar. “Well, who ganked them?” Dean asked.

Sam and Marion both bent down to investigate a yellow powder. Marion’s breath caught in her throat as Sam looked up and said, “Demons.”

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Fix You 13

A/n: Big shout out to @sumara62 for all of your advice and dealing with my difficult self!

Link to chapter 12

Words: 3, 891

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC

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Gabriel stood looking at the place where Chuck stood for a few moments before Cas' hand on his arm pulled Gabriel from his thoughts.

“You should go talk to Molly.”

Gabriel shot Cas a cold glare before storming into the bedroom only to find it empty. He quickly walked back into the living room trying to ignore that hollow feeling that wouldn't go away. From the time that Amara had took away the bond all he felt was emptiness.

“She isn't in there! Her and Joy are gone!”

Cas and Dean, with matching frowns, began to go through each room to see if Molly was just hiding from Gabriel. Dean didn't blame her. At the particular moment he would hide from Gabriel if they were together. Dean shivered at that thought.

“Erase!”

He muttered coldly. Dean stood in his room scratching his head. He was trying to think of any possible place that Molly and Joy could be hiding. Cas walked in looking beyond worried.

“Dean, they aren't here. Gabriel's right. They are gone.”

Dean growled. What was Molly thinking?! She was out there alone and totally vulnerable! Dean would have thrown Gabriel out before he let Molly leave. This was her home! She was one of the few people that got him and now she was gone!

“Son of a bitch!”

Cas stepped forward trying to appear as calming as possible. He didn't know which one to comfort first Dean or Gabriel. Cas didn't even know how to comfort himself let alone someone else. All he knew was the upcoming days was to be hell for everyone!

(4 years later...)

Amara sat on the patio of Molly's house in San Diego watching JoyAnna attempt to hopscotch.

“Look what I can do auntie!”

The little girl squealed. Amara smiled looking over her rather large sunglasses and took a sip of the sparkling water that was in her hand.

“Very nice, darling.”

She said in approval as the little girl went back to her activities. Molly stepped out of the sliding glass door with another bottle of sparkling water in her hand. Amara looked up with a smile.

“Sweet one, you are going to drown me with all of this water. Rest a bit! You worry too much.”

Molly half smiled. Amara looked elegant as ever in a long black dress and huge sunhat.

“Just want to make sure that you are comfortable.”

Amara chuckled.

“Dear, I am most comfortable. If I wasn't I would be sure to let you know. Sit down and rest.”

Molly did as she was told and sat down in the patio chair beside Amara to watch JoyAnna play. The past four years had been some of the most difficult years of Molly's life. After leaving Gabriel, she tracked down Balthazar and told him everything that happened. He immediately agreed to hide his daughter to keep her away from the archangel. It took Molly some time to get Balthazar to agree to not go after Gabriel. When she said, “If you won't go for me, do it for JoyAnna. She won't understand.” After that Balthazar agreed to keep his distance from Gabriel and let sleeping dogs lie.

After being gone about a month and a half Amara showed up at the house wanting to help Molly. At first Balthazar was highly against it but eventually he came around after realizing that Amara wasn't some evil being of death anymore. In fact, he pretty much left Amara to the care and keeping of his daughter and grad daughter. Staying in one place too long wasn't Balthazar and everyone accepted that. He would still be in multiple times a week to make sure all was well.

Amara kept team free will off of their backs quiet nicely. In 4 years, Molly hadn't heard a peep from Gabriel. She knew that it wasn't from his not trying either. If Amara let her powers slide even the slightest, Molly knew that Gabriel would find them with little to no difficulty.

Molly sighed at the thought of Gabriel. She would like to say that she was over the archangel and didn't want him back but she couldn't. Molly wasn't over him and she knew deep down that she never would be. She would always love Gabriel even if he admitted that he was only with her because he had to be.

She had found herself raging over Gabriel to Amara plenty of times. There was many evenings, after Joy, went to bed Molly would pacing the floor telling Amara all of her feelings.

“I don't understand him. He always said that he loved me. Hell, I even felt feelings of love coming from him. Did he fake all of that?”

Amara would shrug before saying softly.

“Darling, archangel's are complicated beings. I don't doubt my nephews devotion to you but I do question why he would say something like that. Even if it was to appease his father, Gabriel should have known how cold that came across.”

Molly was pulled from her thoughts when Amara started talking.

“Joy is getting smarter by the day. She was speaking French to Balthazar on the phone last night. You would have thought that she was native speaker. She makes me so proud! Oh, and a rather embarrassing note, she fixed my iPad. Stupid technology. Chuck had the bright idea to get her an iPad. That brother of mine has turned that sweet child into a techno geek.”

Molly chucked. Amara was most definitely correct when it came to Joy's brains. The 5 year old had to be on genius level Of course her genetics contributed but it was always amusing to see what the child could come up with.

Amara sighed.

“I know you probably don't want to hear this but she reminds me so much of Gabriel. Not only her appearance but things that she does.”

Molly nodded. It didn't bother her being told that. She had always thought that JoyAnna had taken so much after her father. Molly sighed sadly. What broke her heart the most was that JoyAnna would often ask when Gabriel was coming to get them. In her little mind she seemed to assume that her daddy would come for them at some point. Molly didn't have the heart to tell her that wasn't happening.

“Its fine Amara. I see it too.”

JoyAnna had stopped her hopscotching to look up at her mother and great aunt with a sneaky wave. Amara giggled.

“That had Gabriel all over it.”

Molly smiled.

“It sure does. He would be delighted.”

Amara nodded. Her beautiful face became serious as she turned to Molly.

“We can get him here if you want. I know that you miss him.”

Molly looked away quickly. The last thing that she wanted was to start crying. After a few moments of silence she finally had herself collected enough.

“I'm not ready for that. Not to mention my father would through a bitch fit.”

JoyAnna meanwhile, stopped in her playing to look at her mother with a tisk tisk expression.

“Mommy! You said bitch!”

As soon as the word bitch left JoyAnna's mouth she snapped her hands over her mouth. Amara gave her that disapproving expression that she would anytime that JoyAnna decided to use her grace to do something that she shouldn't.

“JoyAnna Gabriela you know that is a bad word.”

Molly said calmly. Joy shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well I didn't mean it.”

She muttered as she kicked at a rock and gave Molly that same pouty expression that Gabriel would anytime that he had done something wrong. Amara shook her head.

“That is very unbecoming behavior young lady.”

JoyAnna sighed again. She was expecting to get a lecture that she needs to behave more properly. She was going to be destined for great things and bad behavior wasn't going to accomplish anything. Joy was no fool. She knew that her mother and aunt was trying to prevent her from acting like her father. There was so many questions the child wanted to ask her mother about where Gabriel went and why he hadn't come for them. However, the pained expression in her mother's eyes whenever her father's name was mentioned was enough to stop the child dead in her tracks. Whatever Gabriel did must have been very bad!

“I'm sorry auntie. I love you.”

Amara's tough expression cracked right away as she looked down at her niece.

“I love you too. Now go ahead and play.”

Once JoyAnna was occupied Amara turned quickly to Molly.

“She's good!”

Molly nodded with a proud smile.

“She comes by that honest. Amara, you said that Gabriel wouldn't be able to locate us right?”

Amara nodded.

“Of course dear. Why do you ask?”

Molly shrugged.

“Well last night on every freaking radio station I turned that radio to it was nothing but REO Speedwagon's Keep on Loving You on every channel. Doesn't that sound Gabriel like to you?”

Amara's nose scrunched up.

“Sneaky little shit! It sure does! Molly, darling, fucking with your radio and finding you are two different things. I don't want you to worry.”

Meanwhile back at the bunker....

Gabriel sat looking miserably at the the wall. The past four years had been the worst of his life. He hated to say it but he would take Asmodeus torture again if it got him his wife and child back. That was a lot coming from him too as much as he hated the prince of hell!

For four years the archangel had been looking tirelessly for any sign of Molly and couldn't find shit! He had literally looked at all ends of the earth! How hard could it be to find Molly?! Cas had even been looking and was coming up short as well too.

Between looking for Molly and JoyAnna, Gabriel kept himself busy by drinking any kind of booze that he could get his hands on. Dean would look at Gabriel and actually look concerned. Gabriel was even starting to look older, which was really odd.

“Good thing you don't have a liver that has to function. You would be screwed.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Dead sounds better.”

Sam sighed.

“With that attitude do you think Molly would want to come back to you?”

Gabriel snorted.

“Well it isn't like she's breaking down the door to get to me! No one gets it. You two jokers don't get it neither does Cas or Jack! These soul mate bonds are no joke.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair trying to stop himself from giving Gabriel a bitch face.

“Amara broke your bond.”

Gabriel started to laugh bitterly.

“She broke it for Molly. She didn't entirely break it on my end. I have this empty hollow feeling that is literally eating me alive. I've never felt this empty in my life. I feel like I am missing my right arm. I also feel like my batteries are dying. Look at that I am weak again! Everything that I care about is just....gone.”

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Dean rolled his eyes trying not to make a gagging sound. Gabriel and mushy was enough to make him want to gag. He had heard Gabriel be mushy with Molly and that wasn't anything odd but this....was awful!

Before Gabriel had a chance to go into another spill about losing another body part, Jack came in.

“I know where Molly and Joy are!”

Gabriel moved faster than he had in days. He had Jack against the wall, totally ignoring the slightly freaked out expression on his nephew's face.

“WHERE?!”

Jack slowly wiggled away from Gabriel. He reached out tapping his arm attempting to be comforting.

“San Diego. I don't know what kind of power that she has been using to guard her location but it dropped enough for me to get the address. I suggest we go now.”

Gabriel looked more annoyed.

“I bet it was Amara. I bet you money. Why are we all standing here looking at each other! Let's get going!”

Dean raised an eyebrow as Gabriel all but bolted out the door.

“Lets all go follow the crazed archangel. We need to have a no crazy person policy around here.”

The next night everyone stood in front of a nice house that was away from mostly everything.

“Sheesh you think they are out far enough?”

Dean asked. Gabriel shrugged and started to walk toward the house but stopped when Cas grabbed him around the waist.

“We don't need to just go busting in the door.”

Gabriel growled angrily.

“Like hell we can't! I am just going to go in there and throw her over my shoulder and take her home!”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, like she would really want to be with you then!”

Cas looked to Dean.

“Go and find a way inside I am going to get him sorted out.”

Dean nodded and quickly walked to the door followed by Sam and Jack. After a few minutes of Dean messing with the door Jack stepped forward.

“Maybe there is a key under he mat?”

Dean shook his head.

“Molly wouldn't leave a key under the mat. Too easy.”

Dean took out his knife and continued to fiddle with the lock until he got it open.

“Son of a bitch! I cut myself.'

He hissed as they stepped inside. Neither noticed Joy who had stepped in the room and was looking at her family with a raised eyebrow. For the moment, she didn't know it was them as they had their backs turned to her.

“And what have we learned, human? How not to break into someone's house I hope.”

All three turned around quickly completely freezing when seeing how much Joy had grown. Jack immediately smiled.

“Joy!”

Joy looked at him a moment before smiling and taking off to Jack eagerly jumping in her cousins arm.

“Jack! Sammy! Dean! What are you three doing here?”

Sam and Dean smiled both feeling relived. Jack was busy eagerly hugging her and mentally checking her to make sure all was well.

“Lookin for you squirt.”

JoyAnna smiled again as she took her head off of Jack's shoulder.

“Well were I am .You know we have a key under the mat.”

Sam turned looking at Dean with an expression of annoyance. Dean smirked as Joy patted Jack's arm.

“Down please.”

Jack sat her down. Joy quickly reached out touching Dean's bleeding hand instantly healing it.

“You're bleeding all over the carpet. Auntie Amara will have a cow.”

Joy walked to the open door and moved the doormat over. She came back in with a shiny golden key in her hand and handed it to Dean.

“Here you go. Also before I forget...”

Snapping her fingers she handed Dean a season of the TV show COPS.

“Here is a season of COPS. Please watch this and we will discuss it later in the morning.”

Dean's eyes winded as he looked at Sam.

“You watch cops? You are like 5 years old!”

Joy nodded with a smile.

“Grandpa Balthazar calls it character building on what not to do.”

About that time Cas and Gabriel finally walked in the door. Cas immediately looked to Dean.

“You found a way in. Thank goodness. We need to find...”

Cas froze the moment that he realized that Joy was by his leg. He immediately dropped down to her level feeling a sense of relief wash over him. Joy smiled.

“Hi Cassie.”

Cas smiled.

“Hello dear. You have grown. How are you?”

Joy reached out straightening his tie.

“Fine.”

Cas looked at her closely. She still had Gabriel's eyes and Molly's features. Right away he sensed a lot of Gabriel in the child.

“I'm not going to untie you shoes.”

She said with a smirk. Cas raised an eyebrow.

“You remember that? That has been a very long time ago.

Joy nodded.

“I can remember everything. I can do a lot of things.”

Cas felt his smile fading at the last sentence out of the child's mouth. Right away he knew that was innuendo to her being more powerful than he expected. Cas couldn't help that sinking worry that had been consuming him return. He had worried about Amara “training” Joy for some time. A half nephilim half archangel being was bound to be able to cause some damage.

“I'm sure you can.”

Cas stood back up meeting Gabriel's worried gaze.

“JoyAnna turn around. Do you remember him?”

Joy turned to face Gabriel. She looked at him for a moment before instantly smiling.

“Hi daddy.”

Gabriel instantly dropped to his knees. He looked at Joy for a minute taking in her sweet face. Realizing how much he had missed of her life felt like Gabriel had been kicked in the stomach over and over. He thought being tortured by Asmodeus and having his ass kicked by Loki was bad. This was a million times worse!

“Hi princess.”

Gabriel held out his hands, unsure of what to do. JoyAnna stood looking at him for a moment clearly analyzing his intentions before letting go of Cas' leg and going to her father. The moment that her arms was around him and her face snuggled in his neck some of that empty hopeless feeling vanished.

When the light flipped on Gabriel gathered Joy into his arms before standing up.

“JoyAnna, what are you doing down here? You are supposed to be in ….bed.”

Molly walked into the room. She instantly froze the moment that she realized that she had house guests. Her mouth dropped the moment she saw everyone. Before she knew what happened Jack had her in his arms.

“Molly! I have missed you so much! We have been so worried! Are you okay? Do you need me to fix anything?!”

Molly smiled enjoying the hug for a moment until Jack pulled away.

“Jack how are you all here?”

Jack smiled eagerly.

“I found you. Whatever you were doing or using....there was break and I was able to find you. We all really want to talk. We are really worried about Gabriel. He isn't right.”

“HEY!”

Molly's eyes went wide hearing that voice! She turned to face Gabriel, who was holding Joy in his arms. Her mouth dropped seeing him just feet away. Molly wasn't sure if it was his appearance or the how exhausted Gabriel looked that bothered her. Gabriel actually looked a few years older and pale not to mention he had a huge bruise on the side of his cheek. Despite all of this he was still handsome sweep you off of your feet Gabriel. Molly continued to look him over. There he stood in all of his archangel glory dressed in a half unbuttoned tux shirt and a long black trench coat. Molly swallowed trying to control the emotions going through her.

Gabriel gave Jack another scowl before looking to Molly.

“Hey sugar.”

Molly pressed her lips together and tried to control her heart.

“Hi Gabriel.”

Gabriel looked around.

“Where's your dad? I figured he would be attacking me by now.”

Joy giggled as she picked her head up off of Gabriel's shoulder.

“He's out with his new girlfriend. She is where brain cells go when they die.”

Every mouth in the room but Molly's dropped at Joy's comment. Gabriel was looking his daughter fighting the urge to smile.

“JoyAnna!”

Molly said in her firm mother tone. Joy blinked innocently.

“Grandpa said that himself. I only agree because she thinks that I am illiterate.”

Dean chuckled.

“Lord help us.”

Gabriel kissed her on the forehead before sitting her down.

“Darlin go play with Jack while I talk to your mom.”

Joy didn't immediately move.

“Am I going to see you again daddy or will it be another few years?”

Gabriel's heart plummeted. He glanced at Molly carefully before looking back to his little princess.

“I'm not leaving you for a long time ever again.”

Seeming pleased with his answer, JoyAnna took off to Jack.

“Come on Jack, come look at my toys.”

Gabriel stood up turning to face Molly.

“Can we talk?”

Molly looked over her shoulder making sure that Joy was safety in her room with the door shut.

“Sure, come on.”

Gabriel followed Molly up the stairs into her bedroom. Closing the door behind him, Gabriel took off his coat and turned to face Molly.

“You are a hard person to find Molly.”

Molly smirked.

“Maybe I didn't want to be found.”

Gabriel sighed.

“I deserved that. What I don't get is why you just vanished the way that you did.”

Molly rolled her eyes.

“Well fuck Gabe, I don't know either! When your husband says RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU that he is only with you because he has to be that is enough to break your heart! You wanted to be free and do whatever it was you were doing behind my back....have at it! Don't let me hold you back!”

Gabriel's mouth fell.

“Molly! What the hell? I didn't mean it like that! I really should watch how I say shit! Molly I don't I would love you without a bond. Right now I can say I love you more than I ever have. I don't need some bond to make me love you. I just wish that you would trust me.”

Molly looked away.

“I'm having a hard time Gabriel. Again, you shut me out of so much stuff in your life. I am just in a little dark closet so to speak. That day that Chuck and Amara came, it confirmed everything I was afraid of. You hide stuff from me. Stuff that I need to know about! What do you expect me to think when you get killed by Lucifer or whoever the fuck else you were after?”

Gabriel froze looking down at his feet. Loki's words hit him hard again and he couldn't look Molly in the eye.

“I'm sorry. I'll tell you everything...”

Molly sighed.

“I don't expect anything from you anymore.”

Gabriel looked up then.

“What will it take to get you back?”

Molly was quiet a moment. She had a lot of temptation to just go jump the archangel and have her way with him. Maybe Gabriel was right? Did they have to have a bond to say that they were in love with each other? It sure as hell didn't seem like it! Gabriel stood feet away and Molly could easily admit that she loved him.

However, she knew that he needed to work for their relationship and so did she...

“Prove to me that you actually love me and that I can trust you....that's my word.”

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Coming Back for You 4

A/N: no real warnings for this chapter. Big shout out to @jannalionheart, @tas898, and @sherala007 for always being so helpful!!! I appreciate you 3 more than you know!

Words: 4, 588

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC, Dean x Cas x OFC

Link to previous chapter 3

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The next time Rosalie opened her eyes she was back in her bedroom at the bunker. Sitting up quickly in the bed she looked around the room seeing no sign of Gabriel. Had he really beamed her back to the bunker over that argument? It sure looked like it!

Getting out of bed, Rosalie opened the door and walked down the hallway. She stopped in the doorway of the library where Zoe stood with a book in her hand beside Cas while Sam was in front of the computer. Dean had one hand over his face clearly exhausted.

“Son of a bitch! Where did that damn archangel take her!? We should have stabbed him when we had the chance.”

“Would have saved me some heartache.”

All four sets of eyes turned to Rosalie. Zoe tossed the book over her should nearly hitting Sam in the head as she ran over to Rosalie pulling her into a tight hug.

“Rose! We have been so worried!”

Cas walked over awkwardly hugging Rosalie and Zoe while Dean and Sam stood. After a moment Cas backed off but Zoe didn’t let go of Rosalie.

“Uh Zoe you are hurting my face.”

Rosalie choked out. Zoe quickly let go but felt her mouth drop when she realized the condition that Rosalie was in.

“Rose you are human….what the hell did Gabriel do to you? Why?!”

Rosalie shrugged, trying to fight off the tears.

“Because he’s crazy? I don’t know. He was on some kick of knocking me up but we had a fight last night. Apparently we both have closet hated each other for a long time and finally admitted it. I don’t know where the fuck he is…don’t really care either.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look clearly shocked to hear the venom coming out of Rosalie’s mouth when it came to Gabriel. Cas tilted his head.

“Rosalie, what happened?”

Rosalie sighed.

“We both said things we honestly didn’t mean except this time…I don’t think it will ever be fixed. Gabriel is doing what he thinks is right by working with Raphael and I am not going to beg him to change his mind. Bonded or not….I give up. Excuse me.”

Such a lonely day

And it’s mine

The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day

Should be banned

It’s day that I can’t stand

The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day

Shouldn’t exist

It’s day that Ill never miss

Such a lonely day

And it’s mine

The most loneliest day of my life

And if you go, I wanna go with you

And if you die, I wanna die with you

Take your hand and walk away

Almost 5 years later…

Gabriel sat with a magazine on his lap. The morning had been relatively quiet. The key word was had been as Raphael walked into the room looking more smug than normal. He looked at his younger brother with a cold smile. Gabriel’s golden eyes finally rolled up.

“What do you want?”

Gabriel snapped. Raphael laughed coldly.

“So I was out observing some of our lesser kind.”

Gabriel snorted as he turned the page of the magazine.

“Slow morning Rappel?”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. He was positively giddy to let his news come to light. Gabriel’s sarcastic demeanor was about to change.

“I saw Rosalie.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes rolled up at that just as Raphael expected they would. He looked at Raphael for a moment before looking back down to the magazine in his lap.

“Oh?”

Raphael chuckled.

“Drop the act Gabriel. You are still so in love with her it is pathetic. She has a child…your child.”

Gabriel’s whole face went stoic as he looked up.

“The hell? And how do you know that?”

Raphael rolled his eyes.

“Drop the act brother. I could sense a half archangel nephilim from a mile away.”

Gabriel meanwhile, was trying to keep his panicking to a minimum. The last thing he wanted was for Raphael to pick up on his true feelings. How the hell did he miss this? Had he been so focused on putting Rosalie out of his life that he missed feelings that she had to be shooting in his direction? Now he had a child that he knew nothing about until his mad man of a brother brought it up.

“Funny you couldn’t find your own child if your life depended on it.”

Gabriel said coldly. Raphael raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t need to know my child. If I found it useful to be a father or beneficial for me to have her in my company it would have happened by now.”

Gabriel muttered a few curse words under his breath. He still felt bad for Natasha. Even knowing that she really was no child. She had kept her age young to appear a child so that she would be less useful to Raphael the poor kid deserved to have both parents. Gabriel felt even worse at that thought. If anyone deserved a hypocrite award a the moment it was him. He secretly hated Raphael for the way he did Natasha yet here Gabriel was doing the same thing to his own child.

“I’m turning into dad.”

Gabriel thought miserably. Raphael was busy watching Gabriel.

“This whole thing…you being on my side…has been one of you tricks hasn’t it? I think I know what has happened. You had been secretly seeing Rosie and I am guessing turned her human to keep her safe but you totally didn’t expect on her being pregnant. Then again I wouldn’t put it past you to intentionally want to knock her up. You thought it would getting one step ahead of me. What happened Gabriel? Clearly you knew nothing about Rosalie’s little condition. If you did there would be no way you would have let her out of your sight. Its pathetic really. Your and Rosalie’s relationship has been a nothing but a big joke in heaven. You slept with anyone that you could have gotten your hands on while your mate waited for you like some pathetic puppy. To beat all you go and leave her for a millions of years then get back together like nothing happened. Rosalie having your child and you bailing is just the icing on the fucked up cake that is your life. Fortunate for all of us Lucifer took pity on poor little Rosalie and gave her the grace that you took back. Its funny Lucifer just could stand the thoughts of your child being without her mother. I would have let her die. I have to say however, I am very interested in that child of yours. My child is useless being only half human and half archangel. Your child however, is going to have angel on both sides regardless of the fact Rosalie was a human when the child was conceived. The child will have more angel than human including your DNA. This could be the weapon that I have been looking for.”

Gabriel wasn’t for sure when he stopped listening to Raphael and blasted his older brother across the room and through a wall.

“You aren’t touching Rosalie or the kid! I mean it Raphael. If you touch a hair on their heads I will bring everything down. I will destroy you worse than I already plan to.”

Raphael pulled himself out of the remains of the hotel wall glowering at his little brother.

“I should have known that you were playing double agent. My suggestion to you is get to your little family and keep them safe because you won’t know when I will show up.”

Raphael vanished without another word leaving Gabriel standing motionless between a state of shock and fear….

Arriving in the bunker some time later Gabriel could only hope that Rose was safe. Being dark or not there was no way he would be able to live with himself if something happened to her. There was also the fact that his child was in existence. His plan of having the ultimate weapon was finally happening but the last thing he wanted at this moment was to use the kid as a weapon. It was wrong…it couldn’t happen. Gabriel sighed as he began to feel like himself….the real Gabriel again.

The library was quiet and looked abandoned. Gabriel looked around praying that everyone wasn’t away on a hunt. Surely Rosalie would have enough sense to not go with the Winchesters on a hunt with a kid. That would be a great way for his child to grow up! No father and going on hunts looking for stuff that scared the crap out of most people!

Before Gabriel could move to start looking around for any sign of life there was a small snap and a ring of holy fire ignited around him. Looking around annoyed that he was trapped, Gabriel looked around. He wanted to see who was being cheeky. His golden eyes finally focused on the shape of a small girl standing beside a table looking very proud of herself. Gabriel was no fool. He knew this was his daughter.

After prowling around through Sam’s mind from a distance, Gabriel had enough information on Rosalie and the child to know that they were safe…for the time being. He needed to get to them before Raphael made a move.

“Hey kid what are you doing? Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with matches?”

The little girl watched his with a smug smirk and batted her golden eyes at him. She didn’t move to say a word. Gabriel sighed.

“Do you talk? Oh wait, let me guess, your mother told you not to talk to strangers?”

His daughter nodded with a grin. Gabriel sighed realizing that he was getting nowhere.

“So what are you going to do kiddo? Keep me here until I die of boredom? Do you know who I am?”

The little girl nodded making her little pigtails bounce.

“You’re the guy stuck in the holy fire.”

Gabriel smiled.

“Great…you have a lovely sense of humor.”

Before Gabriel was able to say anything else a little boy that looked identical to his daughter came running in. Gabriel’s mouth dropped realizing that they were twins. He had twins! Gabriel rubbed his eyes making sure that he was seeing double. They were the perfect mixture of himself and Rosalie.

“Lily you got somebody this time.”

The boy commented looking at Gabriel closely.

“Yeah I did. Pretty good huh?”

Gabriel watched each the two slightly amused.

“So back to the guy in the holy fire…”

The two looked back to Gabriel with matching sets of golden eyes as Dean walked into the room freezing seeing Gabriel froze in the holy fire in addition to the little ones watching him with matching looks of curiosity. The protective side of Dean immediately went into high gear. He had spent the past few years thinking of way to keep the kids safe from their father now here he was.

“Lily did you do this?”

He asked calmly as the two latched onto his legs with happy grins. Lily nodded like nothing had happened.

“Yes I did.”

She said sweetly. Dean smirked looking back to Gabriel. The archangel had crossed his arms over his chest and was looking at Dean like he was ready to smite him.

“Liam, take your sister and go play. Do something that doesn’t involve letting animals loose in the bunker, setting stuff on fire, or trying to flush stuff down the toilet.”

Both children turned to walk our of the room. Liam turned.

“Uncle Dean can we ask Uncle Luci to come play with us?”

Dean shook his head.

“No, he breaks stuff. Go play with Cas he does almost anything you want to do.”

Liam looked at his sister with a shrug.

“Worth a shot. Come on sissy.”

When they were out of the room Dean turned walking in to the kitchen coming back with a fire extinguisher to put out the fire.

“Sorry about that. Lily seems to be turning into a pyromaniac. So are you like crazy….oh wait you were crazy anyway….let me rephrase that are you dark Gabriel or normal Gabriel? I just need to know if I should get ready to stab you or not.”

Gabriel glared at Dean.

“Try and stab me Dean-o see what happens to you.”

Dean shrugged.

“Dean, why are Liam and Lily talking about lighting the bunker on fire to trap a…”

Rosalie walked into the room but froze the moment she saw Gabriel standing in the room giving Dean an icy glare. She froze instantly seeing her ex only feet away. In the years that he had been away (again) Gabriel had barely changed. The only thing different was that he had parted his hair to the side now. Other than that he was Gabriel….her Gabriel. Rosalie wanted to admit instantly that she didn’t feel anything but she couldn’t. Here stood the honey eyed archangel that had haunted her dreams dressed in a leather jacket.

Gabriel looked to her right away. The annoyance he was feeling toward Dean vanished right away. Rosalie stood just feet away looking beautiful as ever and was most certainly an angel again. Her violet eyes were looking at him with upset eyes.

“Hey sugar have something to tell me….maybe two things.”

Dean gently touch Rosalie’s arm.

“Want me to throw him out?”

Gabriel scowled at Dean.

“I would like to see you try big boy. Remember what I have done to you in the past.”

Rosalie held her hand up.

“Dean its fine.”

Dean didn’t looked to convinced.

“Is Raphael with you? If he is then you need to take your ass and go elsewhere.”

Rosalie looked back at Gabriel with wide eyes. If Raphael was in the bunker all hell was about to break loose. Gabriel shook his head.

“I’m not with associating with my brother any longer.”

Dean looked surprised.

“Did you finally wake up and see he was psycho. If you did it has taken you a bit you stupid son of a bitch.”

Gabriel started after Dean but stopped the moment Rosalie stepped in between him and the eldest Winchester.

“Enough!”

Rosalie said coldly. She looked to Dean.

“Dean, Gabriel and I need to talk. If I need you I will call you.”

Dean turned with a shrug and walked out muttering about angels having more drama then someone on the episode of The Young and the Restless. Once he was out of the room Rosalie turned back to Gabriel.

“So you woke up and smelled the coffee huh?”

Gabriel frowned.

“I was awake anyway.”

Rosalie sat down on the couch crossing her legs.

“Well that is debatable.”

Gabriel sighed. This conversation was going to go nowhere with them throwing shade at each other.

“So we have twins?”

Rosalie nodded. She was trying to keep all of her emotional hurts with Gabriel in mind so she wouldn’t start feeling smitten all over again.

“Yeah. It sure looks that way.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes focused on her.

“And you didn’t tell me.”

Rosalie stood against this time stepping closer to him with nothing but rage and fury in her eyes.

“Well hell Gabe I wonder why! Something tells me that we just wasn’t that close! Remember you didn’t want a soulmate. You didn’t want me! I was stuck up your ass remember? Goodness forbid if I told you that I was pregnant and you would be stuck all over again.”

Gabriel winced knowing that she was using his words against him.

“Hey you only bonded with me to get me to shut up but I thought that I would at least be told that we were having a baby….oh wait we have 2! Rosalie we both said things that we didn’t mean that night.”

Rosalie raised an eyebrow.

“Then why did you say it? Why did I say it?”

Gabriel looked down. His facial expression was unreadable for a moment until he looked up.

“Why do we say anything when we do we are upset? Rose we both don’t have the best of tempers. You deserve the truth…that night I was upset. I was upset that you were in that bar. I was scared that someone would hurt you. When I found you I just lost my entire sense of reason. I was a douche….a jackass to you for a long time and you didn’t deserve any of it.”

Rosalie nodded.

“I didn’t. Gabriel I could sit here and yell at you for days. Tell you that you should have never played double agent with Raphael and that you didn’t know how to turn the dark off but it won’t do any good. I don’t have the strength or the drive to do it anyway. Our children are my priority and they have no clue who you are. I should have told you that they were born but I don’t trust you. It will take me a long time to trust you. Will we ever be the same as we were before? I don’t know. You have a lot to prove to me.”

Gabriel looked down.

“Are you saying that we still have a chance?”

Rosalie’s violet eyes moved away.

“I can’t tell you anything. I can’t give you any promises. You have a family that needs you. What you do with that is your choice.”

Gabriel looked around the room for any signs of an audience before motioning Rosalie forward. He reached out taking her hand in his stroking his fingers over hers. Neither said anything for a moment just watched their intertwined hands. Internally, Rosalie was swooning over the feeling of his skin on hers. Deep down she never thought that she would feel this again yet here they were. Also she was telling herself not to fall in love again so fast. Gabriel had to redeem himself.

Gabriel, meanwhile kept his eyes focused on Rosalie’s. He had missed those violet eyes more this time around then he had in the millions of years they were apart. The past five years, as much as he wanted to deny it, had been hell for him. Internally, he was calling himself a fool for not going to Rosalie sooner. His quest to take down Raphael seemed almost pointless and meritless now. Everything he had done in the past five years was a waste of time knowing that he had two children who knew nothing of him. He hadn’t been there when Rosalie was pregnant and he wasn’t there when his children were born. If Gabriel had ever called himself a coward he was doing it big time now.

Pulling himself from his thoughts Gabriel allowed his mind to go back to Raphael and the threats that he had made toward Rose and the kids.

“Rosalie, you have to listen to me here, Raphael knows about the kids. Well he thinks there is just one. I don’t think he realizes that there are two. He knows that I was a double agent now. Rosalie I can’t stay away. I can’t let him get close to any of you. I’m not asking you to jump back into bed or a relationship with me but I have to stay close to you. I may not be the perfect husband or father for that matter but I can’t let anything happen to you.”

Rosalie frowned.

“Gabriel, you wanted me to have your child so that you could use him as a weapon against….”

Gabriel held his hand up.

“Forget what I said! I was an idiot. I didn’t really think that plan through. That was before I actually saw our child. Now that I see them….there is no way. I’ll go kill Raphael myself. We are going to keep our kids safe so they don’t have to see the hell that we have. What will it take to get you to believe me?”

Rosalie looked down a moment before feeling brave enough to look into Gabriel’s eyes. She stood on her tiptoes pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Time…give me time.”

Gabriel wrapped his arms around her waist. The feeling of her body being pressed against his was indescribable.

“Anything you need sugar. I just want you and our kids….I just want you three safe. Rosalie nothing I said to you was a lie except what was said in that bar. You can have Cas or Zoe read me. They of all people will tell you the truth.”

Rosalie nodded pulling away from the embrace but kept her hands locked in his.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!”

The sound of Zoe’s voice made Gabriel and Rosalie snap apart. Zoe stood in the doorway watching the two with wide horrified eyes. She walked into the room glaring at Gabriel.

“What the fuck are you doing back here? Why are you touching her?! Rose don’t!”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow before turning back to Zoe.

“Surprise bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.”

Zoe frowned coldly.

“You are like a bad STD that won’t go away.”

Gabriel laughed at that. As much as Zoe tried to bother him she was failing miserably. He didn’t expect a warm welcome from her by any means. In fact he was expecting her to be cold. Sure enough he was right on the money when it came to Zoe’s attitude.

“That’s clever. Did you come up with that yourself?”

Zoe reminded Gabriel of a volcano that was about to explode. Rosalie meanwhile, held a hand up.

“Don’t start you two. The kids can hear you and I don’t want them to see nonstop fighting. They fight like cats and dogs anyway and don’t need inspiration.”

Gabriel and Zoe looked at each other both nodding. Rosalie looked pleased that they both seemed to agree the kids didn’t need any exposure to more drama than necessary. Zoe muttered,

“I’ll behave if he does.”

She turned and walked into another room without another word. Rosalie turned to Gabriel.

“Come on. Lets go find our kids.”

Gabriel didn’t need to be told twice before following Rosalie into the living room where Liam and Lily sat playing Call of Duty with Sam and Dean. Neither of the children looked up when Gabriel and Rosalie walked into the room. Their golden eyes were focused on the screen in front of them. Liam and Lily were busy whispering to each other so Sam and Dean couldn’t hear.

After a moment the Dean jumped up looking rather proud of himself.

“Yes I finally won! I just beat all of you!”

Liam and Lily exchanged a small smirk before looking to Sam who was shaking his head too. Dean looked at his company with a confused expression.

“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

Lily looked to Liam who gave her a small grin.

“Uncle Dean we unplugged you 30 minutes ago.”

Liam nodded.

“Yeah you are a bit of a liability.”

Dean sat down looking offended as he put the PlayStation controller on the table before looking at Sam.

“Am I really a liability?”

Sam chuckled before coughing.

“Dean you do kind of suck at this game.”

Dean frowned.

“Well now the truth comes out.”

Liam and Lily smirked at the look on Dean’s face before looking up at Gabriel and Rosalie. The twins looked at each other for a minute before Liam going up walking to Rosalie grabbing her hand.

“Okay mamma?”

Rosalie nodded picking up her son as Sam stood. Dean meanwhile, was watching Gabriel like a hawk. Sam looked back at his brother raising an eyebrow.

“Dean come on.”

He waited patiently for a moment for Dean to move when he didn’t Sam rolled his eyes.

“Dean come on. This is kind of personal. Let’s let them work it out.”

Dean frowned before getting up and stalking toward the door. He stopped when he got to Gabriel and motioned back to Liam.

“That kid is really protective of his mom. Keep that in mind.”

Once they were out of the room, Rosalie turned to Liam and Lily who had edged closer to each other and was looking from Gabriel to her. Rosalie sat down on the sofa only for Liam to climb on her lap wrapping his arms around her neck. Gently taking his arms down Rosalie situated him a little more comfortably before motioning for Gabriel to sit down.

“Liam, Lily this is your daddy. He’s come back to us.”

Lily and Liam exchanged little glances before Liam looked at Gabriel tilting his head to the side.

“Uncle Dean said that you got hit by a train.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened as he looked at Rosalie muttering something about Dean under his breath. Rosalie was giving her son the same identical shocked expression.

“Liam!”

She squealed. Gabriel smirked.

“Nah no trains involved kiddo. I’m sorry I have been gone so long. I had a lot of grown up things to work through.”

Liam didn’t looked entirely convinced as he snuggled closer to his mother. Lily on the other side looked completely fine with Gabriel’s excuse. She walked over to Gabriel crawling on his lap. Gabriel seemed a little shocked at first but didn’t hesitate wrapping his arms around his daughter. In that moment he had never felt more complete. Gabriel took his time memorizing her little rounds face. Everything about her reminded him of Rosalie except for her eyes.

Gabriel and Rosalie didn’t notice or chose to not notice Dean or Zoe standing in the doorway watching them. Dean reached out guiding Zoe away from the door.

“If that creep hurts her or those kids his ass is getting an archangel blade in it.”

Zoe turned looking at Dean with worried eyes.

“Dean, everything that Gabriel has said is true. The only false thing that he has said to Rosalie was when he told her that he didn’t love her.”

Dean swallowed looking at the angel couple behind him with their little half breed children.

“Well Gabriel is going to have his plate full when those kids get a hold of him. He doesn’t know how Liam is a little carbon copy of him and when he starts getting tricked I am ready to see how Gabriel acts. Douche will probably be proud and happy who am I kidding. “

Zoe raised an eyebrow. She turned walking from the room not willing to witness anymore. From being the person that held Rosalie as she sobbed over Gabriel to being the person whose hand she was holding during the birth or the twins Zoe couldn’t witness anymore. At the moment she could only hope that all of her reservations were for nothing and Gabriel had changed. Only time would tell….

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Things Forbidden 8

Warning: language

Link to Chapter 7

Words: 2, 461

Summary: Picks up after Raphael injures Luna. Surprises ahead.

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC. Dean x Cas x OFC

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When Luna’s eyes opened she wasn’t where she had passed out at. Sitting up Luna frowned as she looked around at her surroundings. It looked like she was in a peaceful painting out of a museum. A few feet away from her was a pond that had some ducks and swans floating around serenely.

“Luna it is so good to finally see you again.”

Luna looked to her right to see a woman whose face she had seen in her dreams all throughout her life.

“Mom?”

This was definitely weird!

“That’s right.”

Luna blinked.

“Am I dead? Is this heaven?”

Rosalie smiled, holding out her hand.

“This is heaven. Isn’t it pretty? Why don’t you come sit down for a while.”

Luna held up her hand taking her mother’s grasp as Rosalie pulled her to her feet. Looking around

Luna smirked at the swans.

“There are swans in heaven? Gabriel hates swans.”

Rosalie smiled.

“Don’t take him to a golf course with a pond then. We got kicked out of one once because on a hunt because he tried to take a swing at a swan. Sweetheart you have grown up so nicely. Zoe, Cas, and Dean did a good job….just like I knew they would.”

Luna followed her mother to a bench sitting down. She looked at her mother with a feeling of awe, sadness, and peace. Rosalie looked just like she did in the pictures that Zoe had shown her over the years. Her violet eyes sparked as she looked at her daughter.

“Mom I am so sorry.”

“For what sweetheart.”

Luna looked down.

“For everything. Everything that has ever happened to you. You didn’t deserve any of that. I tried to stop Raphael but he was quicker. I wanted him to suffer for what he did to you.”

Rosalie reached out cupping her daughter’s face.

“Luna you don’t have anything to apologize for. My choices were my own and I made them for reasons. I am not upset with the way my life turned out. My only regret was I didn’t get enough time with you. It seems as though you haven’t suffered in my absence. I’m glad you had a decent childhood.”

Luna squeezed Rosalie’s hand wishing in the moment that she had more memories of her mother.

“Dean, Zoe, and Cas did the best they could. They’ve tried to keep me safe from Raphael. They have done really good until now.”

Rosalie nodded.

“I knew that they would. I think Gabriel has done a decent job too. I’m glad to see that he has grown up.”

Luna blinked a few times.

“About Gabriel….Is this going to be a weird subject?”

Rosalie tilted her head.

“Do you love him?”

Luna nodded, feeling a blush coming to her face. She didn’t see her mother’s gentle smile.

“I do.”

“I’m glad he has you. Gabriel of all people needs someone to care about him. No matter how much he wants to deny it. When you see him again be sure to tell him that I said he was right. He tried to get me to listen to him when it came to Raphael all of those years ago. I was stubborn and didn’t listen to him. If I would have listened I would have never been parted from you.”

Luna and Rosalie sat in silence for a few moments.

“You did what you thought was right. Mom what made you want to give your grace up?”

Rosalie looked around her version of heaven with a wistful sigh.

“Your father was quiet the catch. When you love someone you do a lot of unorthodox things. I’m sure you know exactly what I am talking about too.”

Luna couldn’t help but agree with everything that her mother had said. She had done so many “unorthodox” things when it came to Gabriel. Things that she never in a million years that she would do.

“That is for sure. I’ve done things with Gabriel that have caused the biggest amount of chaos one could imagine.”

Rosalie continued to stroke her hand over her daughter’s.

“Gabriel is good at causing chaos.”

Rosalie was definitely right on that one. Luna didn’t even have to verbally agree on that one. There ere times that Luna was convinced that Gabriel lived to make her say,

“Are you serious?!”

“It really wasn’t all him. Zoe didn’t want to let us happen. She still blames Gabriel for everything that happened to you.”

Rosalie smiled. She missed Zoe so much and this was definitely her best friend.

“Zoe is so protective. That is the main reason I made her one of your god parents. I knew that you would be taken care of. With Cas I knew that he would put you above anything else and teach you all of the best things of the world and with Dean I knew that you would always be safe. Lets not forget Sam either. I knew that Sam would keep as you a safe as Dean did. Luna you aren’t me. You don’t have to make my mistakes. Take chances but be careful at the same time.“

Luna smiled, thinking about her family. Her heart ached as she wondered if she would ever see them again? Rosalie looked at her daughter sadly.

“Do you want to go back?”

Luna looked up.

“I do. Mom, I did a lot of wrong things before I left. Gabriel told me not to leave the house. Cas and Dean did the same thing. They knew how in danger I was and I didn’t listen. I have to make things right.”

Rosalie leaned forward pressing a kiss to Luna’s forehead.

“Then you shall go back. Sweetheart, some advice before you go. Raphael will meet his sticky end. We may not know how right now but he will eventually. His unending mercy will be his downfall.”

Luna chuckled at her mother’s sarcasm.

“Your death isn’t going to be in vain mother.”

Rosalie stood pressing a tender kiss to her daughter’s forehead.

“I know it won’t. Stay strong dear. This would be a good moment to throw in one of Dean’s movie references….what is it the Vulcans say? Live long and prosper or something like that?”

Luna giggled.

“You sound like Dean. It’s been good to see you.”

“And you as well my dear. The things that I have told you today…take them with you wherever you go and know that you are loved also happy birthday.”

Seconds later…

“Come on baby!”

Dean’s growled doing whatever he could think of to bring Luna back. When she started coughing Dean’s eyes widened as he sat her up.

“Zoe! Luna wake up!”

When her violet eyes snapped open she looked at the expressions on Dean and Zoe’s faces as they went from devastated to elated. Dean reached down pressing a kiss to her head.

“Damn kid you scared the shit out of us!”

Dean said as Zoe started kissing her whole face.

“My baby! If you ever pull a stunt like that again I am going to fall over dead! I about died along there with you! Are you all right? Can I get you anything?”

Luna coughed at the angel’s tight embrace.

“Air would be lovely.”

Zoe sat back with a smile as she lovingly stroked her hair. Dean meanwhile, still had a hold of her hand. The protective “dad” side of him was still in overdrive.

“Baby, what was you thinking?”

Luna shrugged.

“I don’t know. He was there and I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him like has hurt all of us. Obviously I didn’t do as good as I thought I would have.”

Zoe looked at her sympathetically.

“Sweetie you are just learning to use your powers. There is no way you would be able to take on an archangel.”

Luna took her aunts words and nodded.

“Speaking of archangels where is mine and where is Cas?”

Both Dean and Zoe looked honestly shocked. The two blinked around at what was left of the smokey bar.

“Well….”

Zoe started. Dean meanwhile, looked at little impressed.

“Gabriel is probably cooling down someplace after he wiped out this whole bar. He legit wiped out the whole place. He was nice enough to get the humans out before he just went ape shit. Have to say he impressed me there. Dear god don’t tell him that either!”

Luna put her face in her hands shocked as well at Gabriel’s actions. That wasn’t her lover. Even though she was shocked that he had wiped out a ton of angels the thought of him being that upset over her was slightly a turn on.

Zoe meanwhile, looked at bit afraid. Luna understood why too. After what Raphael did to Zoe all those years ago she was understandably afraid of archangels. Even though she wouldn’t admit it Luna knew that deep down Zoe was afraid of Gabriel just like she was Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael. Zoe wouldn’t make a peep about it but Luna could see the fear in her eyes anytime one of the archangels was near.

“And Cas?”

Luna managed to get out. Dean around the room.

“He went after Gabriel when Gabriel took off after Raphael. It was kind of funny seeing Raphael scream like a little bitch when he realized that Gabriel and Cas was after him. I think he is still scared shitless of Cas and I’m sure seeing Gabriel didn’t help either. Luci sure missed a fun fest tonight.”

Luna winced at the pain in her neck.

“Speak for yourself.”

About that time Gabriel and Cas appeared in the corner of the room.

“I told you he would get away. We shouldn’t have separated.”

Cas said giving Gabriel a glare.

“Well forgive me for trying to keep you safe Cas. Next time keep yourself safe….”

Cas gave Gabriel a cold look before looking back to Zoe and Dean. His mouth dropped seeing Luna sitting up. Gabriel followed Cas’ gaze when he didn’t respond. His golden eyes widened seeing Luna looking at him.

“Sugar!”

He quickly walked over dropping to his knee’s beside Dean.

“Do you mind?”

He asked before taking Luna out of Dean’s arms.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again!”

Gabriel mumbled as he pressed his face against Luna’s breathing in her scent. Luna nuzzled her face against her lover’s.

“Well I guess I really effed that up. Gabriel what did you do?”

Gabriel looked around the destroyed bar before wincing.

“Eh…just wiped a few people out and destroyed this place. You didn’t really fuck anything up honey. You did punch Raphael pretty decently. Don’t worry I didn’t kill your little friend. Sam is taking her home. I modified her memory. By the way what is her deal? She is like a total spaz.”

Luna looked relived. She didn’t want to have to explain everything to Cami about her life.

“She’s just that way.”

Luna sighed, relaxing against Gabriel’s chest.

“Can we go home?”

Luna finally asked. Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Wait you don’t want to party for your birthday?”

Luna shook her head.

“I have partied enough for today.”

Back at the house Gabriel put Luna in bed. He sat watching her snuggled against his chest. Deep down he wanted to fuss at her for everything that she had done that night. Every decision that she had made was utterly stupid…stupid was putting it lightly.

“She said you were right.”

Luna said in almost a whisper. Gabriel frowned, obviously confused.

“Who?”

Luna’s violet eyes rolled up to Gabriel’s face.

“My mother.”

Gabriel’s face was unreadable for a moment.

“You saw your mother?”

Luna nodded.

“I did. She said you were right about everything and nothing was your fault about her death.”

Gabriel looked down.

“Well that’s nice. Luna you should get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

Gabriel sighed, kissing her head.

“I want you to get some sleep. I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Gabriel pressed two fingers to her forehead before Luna could protest further. He didn’t move for a moment before gently laying Luna on her pillow on and slipping out of the room. Gabriel would be back before she woke up.

Walking downstairs Cas, Zoe, and Dean were sitting in the living room watching a documentary on cheese making. Rolling his eyes, Gabriel snapped his fingers shutting off the TV. Both Zoe and Cas spun around.

“HEY!”

Zoe shouted. Gabriel shushed her immediately.

“Luna is sleeping will you not wake her up?”

Dean, who looked half asleep was silently thanking Gabriel for shutting that stupid documentary off. He never understood his lover’s obsessions with documentaries on the weirdest things.

“So whats got your panties in a wad?”

Dean asked as Gabriel walked over to the window looking out.

“Hell I don’t know. My girlfriend goes on some suicidal party, punches my brother who is dangerous, and when she was out cold she was in heaven with Rose.”

Gabriel instantly heard Zoe gasp.

“Rose?”

Gabriel nodded as Zoe stood up walking over to him. She looked at him as though she was trying to make sure he had really said that.

“Mhm.”

Gabriel replied. Zoe put her hand over her mouth.

“My poor baby….did she say what happened?”

Gabriel turned.

“I don’t know the whole story.”

Zoe stepped closer.

“What do you know Gabriel?! That is my best friend we are talking about!”

Gabriel turned looking livid.

“Yeah, and it was the woman I love….loved.”

The whole room went silent for a few moments. Zoe awkwardly rubbed her forearm before going to sit down beside Cas. Dean gave Gabriel a look.

“Gabriel, Luna is not Rose and if you are looking at her like she is then you are with her for the wrong reasons.”

Gabriel’s eyes looked livid as the electricity in the room flickered.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Not how I heard it.”

Gabriel looked at Dean.

“Then clean your ears out! If any of you tell Luna what just happened I will permanently glue your heads to the carpet.”

Gabriel gave the a cold glare a moment longer before stomping back up the stairs.

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