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wincestation · 3 years

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Just Tonight

Prompt: Stanford Era

Pairing: Sam x Dean

Summery: Inspired by the song "Just Tonight" by The Pretty Reckless. Sam drunk-dials Dean in the middle of the night and tells him he needs him, but after a year apart, is one night enough?

Word Count: 2,059

Written For the SPN Trope Round Robin 2021 (@spn-trope-round-robin) - Round 3 (Remix/Inspired By).

A/N: My first SPN writing challenge ever! I really enjoyed this one. Hope you do too! also, @stanfordsweater your brand is in there for a moment ;)

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Sam’s world is narrowed down to the sound of the dial tone. He waits in the cold, his breath forming visible little clouds. Finally, someone picks up on the other end.

“Sam.” he sighs heavily. “It’s 2am. On a Wednesday.”

Good, Sam thinks. He’s in the same time zone as me. “Dean, I need you.”

“What?” Behind Dean’s voice, Sam can hear the engine of the Impala rumbling to a halt in the background and the familiar sound almost makes him cry. “What do you need me for?”

That question has too many answers, and Sam can’t think straight, he just knows he’s cold and alone and tired and he needs his brother. “I need you to take me home,” he says in a pathetic, tiny voice, leaning against a tree to keep his head from spinning.

Dean tries to sound sympathetic, Sam knows this, but his words come out patronizing. “Can’t you get a cab or something? Or... walk?”

“Dean, please.”

“It’ll take me forever. I’m in bed.”

“No, you’re not. You’re in the car.” He feels sick. Dean never lied to him before.

His brother might be thinking the same thing, because he doesn’t reply.

“C’mon, De, please.” Sam is begging but he doesn’t care, he’s the one who left, he’s the one who hurt Dean, and if Dean wants him to beg, he will. He’ll do anything. “Start the car and take me home.”

“You’re drunk.” Dean says in disbelief.

Sam slides into the Impala and slouches against the seat. “And a bit high,” he confirms.

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore,” and Sam knows he meant it as a joke, but he can’t say anything because the lump in his throat threatens to overflow if he does. He gives Dean the directions and leans his head on his brother's shoulder, ignoring the voice of reason that screams at him to stop making a fool of himself.

If Dean minds, he doesn’t show it. He drives slower than usual, as if he doesn’t want this ride to end, and for a few minutes, Sam lets himself feel a little hope.

The car stops too soon. “Looks like we’re here,” Dean says. It’s an unnecessary comment just to break the silence and Sam drags his pounding head away from his brother’s shoulder.

When he doesn’t move, Dean adds, “Need me to walk you inside?”

Sam nods. “Please,” and Dean agrees, because he could never say no to his little brother.

They both blink when Dean turns on the living room light. Sam groans and sinks into the couch while Dean looks around.

“Nice place. How can you afford - “ he stops abruptly and Sam raises his head.

Dean is holding a framed picture of Sam and Jessica, both smiling happily at the camera. She’s wearing his Stanford sweater - the one he has on right now, in fact. Dean looks at him and Sam knows he noticed that. “Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Sammy.” his voice is bitter and he puts the picture down as if it was burning his fingertips. “So you two live together, huh? Where is she?”

“She’s - not here.”

“Is she out partying on a Wednesday, too? When is she coming back?”

Sam winces. He doesn’t want to talk about Jessica right now. “I don’t know,” he says.

Dean turns to him with a cold smile. It’s the smile that Sam fears most - the one that doesn’t show his teeth, doesn’t reach his eyes. “So you invited me in, for what? So we can wait here for your perfect little girlfriend and - “

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Sam cuts through his words. He stares at Dean angrily. “Not anymore.”

Dean looks genuinely surprised. “What, she… left you?” Sam nods. “Like, for good?”

Sam pauses for a moment. “She’ll come back eventually.” Before the cold smile can return, he clarifies, “To pick up her things, I mean.”

“Oh.” Bitterness gone now, Dean looks a bit lost in the middle of Sam’s Stanford living room, and Sam almost laughs. Dean was always better at dealing with broken bones than with broken hearts - but it’s not like Sam himself was any better. The memory of the last time he saw his brother starts to creep back at him, and although he banishes it away, it kills any chance of laughter.

“So…” Dean starts, looking at Sam, as if he wants him to say something. When he doesn’t, Dean continues, “Unless you want to cry into your pillow while I stroke your hair...”

“No - don’t go.” Sam blurts out.

Dean just stares at him. Eventually, he says, anger underlining his words, “So you want me to stay, and, what? Get you through your hangover, help you get over your breakup with college Barbie? Is this what you meant when you said you needed me?”

Sam’s too hazy to properly respond, can’t even see straight. “Just tonight, Dean, please.” His hands reach out to the edge of Dean’s jacket and he grabs handfuls of the leather, bringing Dean as close to him as possible, trying not to sob his next words, throwing any inhibition away. “Please, De, need you to stay with me.” He knows his eyes are probably leaking. He doesn’t care. He looks up to his brother’s face, trying to memorise it so he can remember it tomorrow, because right now he can’t decipher what that look of his means.

Dean grips Sam’s hands and holds them for a moment. “Just tonight.” He says at last, and lets Sam drag him onto the couch and wrap himself around him. The anxiety that bubbled up in him is settled down, and Sam allows himself to relax into his brother's arms; even if it’s just tonight.

The light hits Dean’s eyes and he blinks furiously before finally making out his surroundings. A moment later, last night’s memories come back to him and he sits up, completely awake.

He can hear the shower running. His nose picks up the scent of coffee - and toast, too. His watering mouth is what makes him get up eventually, and when he does he feels his clothes stick to his skin, a reminder that he slept in them last night. Sam did, too. They didn’t even bother with as much as kicking off their shoes before drifting off to sleep - together, legs tangled, arms holding each other close.

Because that’s normal, right? Nothing says “Hey, Sammy, I missed you” like a casual brotherly spooning, Dean thinks grimly and sits at the kitchen table.

He nibbles on a slice of toast while contemplating his next move. Sam is bound to leave the shower soon - it’s taking him forever, what a princess - and Dean has to be ready when he shows up. He let himself slip last night, lost in the face of Sam’s desperation, that genuine need… But he shouldn’t have stayed. He should've tucked Sammy safely into his bed, say goodnight and drive the hell away from this stupid prissy college.

Dean braces himself when he hears the water stop. Any moment now, Sam will enter the room, apologize for calling him up, and send him on his way.

Dean is already thinking of a way to tell his father about this (cuddling excluded, of course) when Sam steps into the room, casually rubbing a towel over his wet hair, completely naked.

“Dude, what the - “

“Oh - shit, Dean, I thought you were still asleep.” Sam flashes an embarrassed, apologetic smile as he wraps the towel around his waist. Dean feels heat creeping up his cheeks and tries his hardest to repress it, seriously, it’s supposed to be Sam who blushes like a girl, while Sam sits in the chair in front of him and grabs a piece of toast.

Trying to keep his eyes away from his almost-naked brother, Dean stares at the clock on the wall, trying not to think of it as counting away his time. Finally he asks, eyes still fixed on the clock, “Don’t you have classes or something?”

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “Professor is sick,” He says with his mouth full. “Want me to show you around campus later?”

“Show me aro - aren't you going to apologize?” Dean snaps, moving his gaze back to his brother. He lets more anger into his words than he intended and he curses himself for it, but it’s too late to back out from this conversation now.

Sam swallows his food, troubled, and sets the rest of the toast aside. His hands drop to his lap, where he plays with the towel, until finally he says, “I’m sorry, Dean. I shouldn’t have done this.”

Disappointment starts to bloom in Dean’s chest like blood stains through a t-shirt and he pushes it away violently. This is exactly what he was getting ready for, so how come he still has any glimpse of hope? “Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

“I was just so - “ Sam won’t look into his eyes, and traces of last night’s desperation start creeping into his voice. “When you told me all those things, I, I panicked. I was already pretty unhappy for a while - you know me and dad, always butting heads - and that was kinda like a final push or something.”

Dean has a weird feeling in his stomach. “Sam, what are you talking about?”

“I’m trying to apologize, Dean. Please, just let me finish.”

“For drunk dialing me last night and dragging my ass out here in the middle of the night,” Dean says, not asking, trying to convince himself that this is all the conversation is about.

“What?” Sam looks at him. Dean notices tiny tears hanging from his lashes, like fish caught in a net. “No. For leaving you.”

The silence thickens while they look at each other. The clock keeps ticking away in the background.

“I told you to forget everything I said,” Dean says eventually. His voice is hoarse even to his own ears.

“But that’s the thing, Dean,” Sam speaks quietly, “I just couldn’t. Even here, all those miles away from you, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. I tried to put it all behind me, find a girl, build myself a normal life… But I couldn’t.” His eyes are focused on the towel and Dean’s head is working overtime to make sense of this.

Sam sniffs. “I know I hurt you.” He says in a small voice. Dean sees right through him - sees his teary-eyed baby brother, who simply did something he isn’t proud of and now aches for his forgiveness. “I said things I regret.”

“Called me sick,” Dean reminds him, mercilessly. “Said I needed to go see someone to fix everything that’s wrong with me.” Many other things were said, too, but those are the only ones he can bring himself to repeat.

“But that’s the thing, Dean,” Sam lifts his head at last and meets Dean’s eyes. His eyes tell Dean he’s right - this is his best, desperate attempt to fix this. “I don’t think you’re sick anymore. I think I know how you feel.”

What is he saying?

“I tried not to, tried to run away from it. But nothing else was enough, no one else was.” He’s visibly crying now but he continues, and Dean realises Sam needs to say those things, not just to him but out loud, to make them true, to make sure there’s no turning back. “De, you’re my big brother. And I love you. I don’t care if people think we’re sick, okay? I want to be with you - “

Dean doesn’t know how he got there - he doesn’t remember getting up - but he’s kneeling next to Sam, reaching up to brush away the tears, and it’s hard to reach his face because when did his baby brother get so freakishly tall? “It’s okay, Sammy. Don’t cry.”

“Mean it, Dean. I need you. I can’t - not without you.”

Dean stands and hugs Sam’s teary face to his chest. “Not going anywhere, Sammy. I’m right here with you.” Sam wraps his hands around his big brother and they melt into each other, bright morning sunshine and the smell of burnt, forgotten coffee, and little drops of water and tears mixing together and they don’t know where Dean ends and Sam begins but that's exactly what they're craving, wouldn’t have it any other way.

#wincest #wincest fanfiction #spn trope round robin #sam x dean #my writing #stanford era #hurt/comfort #eventual fluff #sam needing dean so bad he cries is apparently my thing now

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ywhiterain · 3 years

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when canon ignores your fanon

"Regarding Dean. He's not feeling this way about Cas, he can't reciprocate and he won't, that was a strictly brotherly relationship for him all away long. The looks? The jokes? The prayer? The parallels with Cain and his wife, with Sam and Eileen, Charlie and Stevie? The despair every time he loses Cas? He's just a flirty little drama queen, sweetie, and you are delusional."

Hazel Domain, Legacy, quoting @sinnabonka

a) Yeah he can't and won't reciprocate because he doesn't have romantic feelings for Cas. For him, Cas was a brother-in-arms and a friend.

b) Looks aren't objective evidence of romance in itself, jokes are jokes, he prayed to Cas because he loved him. He's just not in love with Castiel.

That's. Like. The point. Castiel's moment of perfect happiness wasn't getting what he wanted, but vocalizing what it is that he wanted and saying his truth. The truth is that there was something (I would agree that it was romantic, but it was written to be plausibly deniable) that he couldn't get. Because his feelings weren't reciprocated. The final point of Castiel's arc wasn't getting what he wanted, but just being.

If you want to argue that there wasn't much narrative build up on that. Yeah. I don't know how to tell you this. But Castiel's been pretty inconsistently written since season 6. I've liked a lot of his character development, but I think it's clear they never quite figured out what they wanted to do with him after Godstiel. They just kinda threw stuff at the wall. Which created a character I think was often very interesting, but not exactly coherent.

If you want coherency. Stan quality. Stan Jack.

c. Cain and Collette were mirrors of Sam and Dean. Yeah, so were Cain and Abel. That's because these brothers are really weird. And the writers enjoy comparing them to married couples. My favorite is Ricky and Lucy. I Love Lucy is a classic. :) And why go over Cain and Abel over and over when they can write a banging OC who was the love of Cain's life that saved him from being pure evil. Just like Sam to Dean.

d. I don't remember any Sam and Eileen parallels to Cas and Dean. But, like, Sam/Eileen wasn't an aspect they seemed particularly interested in developing and it was vaguely dub con and then covid happened seemed easier to just ignore it (better than poor Lisa's ending and I'm still mad about Sarah). idk if this is a strong case for endgame material.

e. was there some sort of scene where Dean had an mouth orgasm after eating delicious eggs that Cas made like Stevie did for Charlie? Or it it related to that gag a few seasons back when Cas was buying eggs and was bad at it?

f. Dean flirts with Sam more than Cas lbr.

g. so here's the thing. if you pull random shit out of your butt you can't be mad at the narrative for ignoring it. because it came from your butt. I mean, you can. And sometimes it's really fun to go feral and ignore canon for funsies. But expecting canon to go by what you made up in your head as opposed to what was presented in the story is not a good way to predict an ending.

It doesn’t make you delusional so much as wrong.

#anti destiel #i am actually totally blanking on sam/eileen and stevie/charlie. musta missed that meta #supernatural #hazeldomain's book #stan quality; stan jack

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mishamccarthy · 4 years

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Who Wants To Live Forever

What do you get when Dean decides to stay at the ripe age of 14 to avoid dealing with the Mark? Sam’s brotherly care, patience, and lots and lots of bickering. Set just after 10x12. One-shot.

Sam is still shocked sometimes when he glances to the right, and remembers there's a reason Dean's not driving. It was pitch black on an empty dirt road when he did it again. The only sound was the radio turned low enough to match the purr of the Impala, and Sam realized he'd gotten used to a more quiet vehicle. Less random radio blasts. Less jokes. Less glances. It used to be that Dean would pointedly ignore a bitchface from Sam, or meet it with his own grin. But now when Sam found himself looking over for a reassuring gaze, his heart shrank a tad. Dean wasn't just an inch or two downward—when he made the mistake of looking that high, it was just the window. Dean was more like a foot down. Leaning against the door, eyes drawn to the passing brush.

He felt inclined to say something. Anything. They'd left the last abandoned house an hour ago, and the older of the Winchesters—the younger?—had hardly said a word since. It wasn't like him. Dean kept insisting he was fine, and Sam knew better. There hadn't really been a difference attitude-wise at the start, however, so he said little on the subject. It was weird for him. It was definitely weird for Dean. Usually, ignoring these kinds of things let them both get past it. They’d had plenty of time to adjust, and neither of them had done anything to each other. There shouldn't have been such a distance between them.

An inquiry about why Dean seemed so solemn was on the tip of his tongue when he noticed Dean was cradling his right arm, and almost nonchalantly hiding it from view. "Dean," he said, turning the music off subconsciously.

"Yeah?" came the high pitched voice, still directed towards the window. It wasn't incredibly high pitched, but it was too high for Sam's liking. It wasn't Dean.

"What the hell happened to your arm?"

"You saw me thrown into that wall," he answered defensively. What little Sam could see of his brother's face made it seem like Dean had caught himself acting defensively. Abnormal. Normal, now. "It's nothing. I'll pop a Tylenol and be good for tomorrow."

He sighed. That could be a lie, but he really didn't know. It might be better for Dean if he ignored it, or there may truly be a problem Dean wanted to keep hidden—which would inevitably backfire at some point.

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When Dean heard a second sigh within the minute, he knew Sam wasn't impressed. Since when had that changed? His younger brother was always griping about something. The question had merit this time, though. His wrist hurt like hell to move and he was pretty sure it was swelling, neither of which could be any good. The funny thing was that Sam managed to complain less than before. Or at least, he seemed to be letting a lot more things go. Dean knew why. He didn't like the rationale, but it would be pretty unreasonable to get angry that someone was agreeing with you all the time, even if they were doing so out of pity.

"Dude, what's up with the arm?" Sam repeated three songs and an ad break later. The fidgeting to his right was almost distracting.

"If you're using this as a break-in to mullet rock discussion, I ain't interested."

"No, Dean—really. Do you want me to pull over?"

"Hell no. Why?"

Sam felt himself sighing again before he could prevent it. He didn't feel like getting into an argument, so his reply took a moment. "You know, bones don't stop growing until you're out of puberty—"

"Sam. C'mon, man, can't I not hear about stunted growth for one day?"

The brothers' eyes met for the first time in a while. Neither said anything for a minute. "... Is it broken?" Sam asked quietly.

Dean directed his gaze back to the outside world, which was moving by slightly slower. "I don't think so. I'm fine."

"You're fourteen, and y—"

"No, I'm not." The words came out decisively, as if a lot of time had been reserved for thinking about it. Yet Sam heard it no differently from a typical it's-not-a-faze tone.

"Yes, you are, Dean. You chose to stay young so that you'd lose the Mark of Cain. Your memory might be perfect, but you're more like a two-thousands' kid than an eighties. And you know what? Sometimes, you might not notice, but people think I'm your dad. They give me a hassle about why you're not in school, and all women in a hundred miles ask if I'm single. You—you see waitresses giving you free scoops of ice cream, and all I see is the vamp we're supposed to be tracking eyeing you like candy. I don't know how the hell you think this is a solution, but you're not you. Everything's not just—"

"Rainbows." Dean shifted in his seat so that he was faced towards the front of the Impala. "I know that, but now I'm not half demonic. I'm not about to cause some new apocalypse if I destroy the Mark. It wouldn't be perfect, but everything would be fine if you could just accept that."

"Accept that my brother is too young to go on hunts, drink, or hell, even drive? Accept that if anything—and I mean anything—gets its hands on you, you could be toast in an instant? I can't. I can't do that, Dean."

"I'm not a porcelain doll, Sammy."

"You're damn close. Hell, I know you know this. I… I see you grab beers every other minute. I held off telling you about this case because I didn't want you throwing up the booze before we were out the door. I can't even bring myself to remind you of how bad that is for your health because I need twice as many myself. It's… this will never work."

Dean refused to meet his eye. "I know you don't like it. You didn't like going to hell either, right?"

Hell. The Cage. "What about it?"

"You went there to stop Lucifer. Granted, my reason was far less noble, but I went to Hell so you’d be safe. And this…"

"They're all sacrifices. Always sacrifices." His knuckles on the steering wheel had turned white.

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Dusting off and bandaging up was still more awkward than before. Dean had cut his hands many a time, requiring his younger—older, at this point—brother's stitching, but now his hands were fresh and soft. They were also smaller and harder to work with. "Can't you hold still?" he mumbled.

When he looked up from where he knelt, Sam noticed tears on the edge of escape. Dean gave him a glare of confusion and then figured it out and turned his head away.

"You okay?" Scissors, snap, wrap. Everything was piled into a kit on the floor and thrown into a heap with Sam's other stuff.

" 'Course." His tear-filled voice claimed otherwise.

"Dean…"

He snatched his hand away and jumped onto the bed, his back to Sam. The less hormonal Winchester was feeling like an idiot more and more in recent weeks. On one hand, Dean didn't want, nor would he accept, being treated as anything less than the most capable man you've ever seen. On the other hand... all of his knowledge was basically useless if he couldn't put it to use. And he certainly could NOT make use of it in the body of a slim 14-year-old. But Dean didn't see things that way, and Sam was scared he never would. Almost every time they came back from a quick hunt he was hurt, and each time he noticed Dean mentally kicking himself. He didn't want to see that. He didn't want to piss off his brother either—not with the power he could hold over Dean now, physically. It didn’t feel right to get into a fight anymore. But despite his best efforts to make the most reasonable calls, Dean grew more distant every day.

OOOOO

Sam looked up from his laptop the next morning, only to see Dean taking more pills with his coffee. His eyes were slow to move away, and his older—younger?—brother finally caught him staring.

He wondered if Dean would start screaming or something. He had no idea at this point.

Boom. There he was in the opposing chair, at the other end of the cheap wooden table. Dean looked way more worn and sleep-deprived than even a stressed high schooler, but Sam kept his eyes locked on a police report. Anything he said at this point served to make things worse.

"Everything hurts so much more."

Alright, police report be damned. Dean doesn't whine. He certainly doesn't sit down to the table and softly explain what's bothering him.

"I know, I know." His younger—older? Sam's brother raised a hand. "But you're giving me weird looks. I do notice when I'm drawing the chicks' attention for you, dude. Just thought I'd tell you about... this, so you know I'm not trying to overdose or something stupid."

Sam couldn't stop a small chuckle. "Are you sure it's just badly bruised?"

"Yeah. Guess I just felt less pain as I got older."

He flipped his long hair back a bit in relief. "Honestly, I was worried you were going to go emo-teen on me."

"Give it two more years."

#my writing #supernatural fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural one shot #flash fanfic #one shot #sam winchester #dean winchester #the mark of cain #angst #sam and dean #supernatural #spn fanfiction #spn

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shealynn88 · 4 years

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TWENTY-FOUR CREAM OF THE CROP BDSM FICS!!

There are three main categories:

BDSM Alternate Universe (3): Au trope where everyone is born a dom or a sub.

Safe, Sane and Consensual (10): Mostly AUs where they have some experience in the scene and try to work through things in a healthy way. It’s not, always, because they’re them and messy and human. But these are typically on the more realistic side of things (at least the negotiation/agreement side).

Don’t Try This At Home (11) - dark, a lot of pain and bloodplay, characters handling themselves or each other in ways you probably shouldn’t put into practice..but reading them is HOT (for some of us, anyhow).

BDSM Alternate Universe: everyone is born a Dom or a Sub

all the other things by @reallyelegantsharkfish (Destiel) - Words: 8,439

Castiel is a dom at a service for unattached subs. Dean never knew being a sub didn’t have to hurt.

This is such an incredible story of kindness and healing. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s just gorgeous and sweet.

The Meaning On My Skin by @saltnhalo (Destiel) - Words: 82,787

Castiel despises everything about being a dom. Then he meets Dean, and begins to see there might be another way.

I love the way this weaves in the ‘born a dom’ au, insecure Cas, tattoo artist Dean, a lot of personal growth and some blazing hot, gentle BDSM.

Closer to Bound, Closer to Free by bendingsignpost (Destiel) - Words: 5,867

Sam is going far, and the country needs his leadership. So Dean holds off on what he wants to be sure nothing gets complicated. Even when he meets Cas.

This is an incredible take on the characters - the way Sam serves the greater good, the way Dean serves him. It’s an incredible take on the BDSM AU - the culture of it, the assumptions, the dynamics...it’s an incredible world built in very few words.

Safe, Sane, Consensual: trying to do their best in an imperfect world

riptides by @reallyelegantsharkfish (Destiel) - Words: 138,635

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

This is one of the most gorgeous things I’ve read in my existence. Truly. It is heartfelt, it is sweet, it is filthy, it gets into a vast number of kinks, the ups and downs of BDSM, delves into some dark and difficult character exploration, and ends up...transcendent. Read the tags, but then read the fic. You will not regret it.

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by @bendingsignpost (Destiel) - Words: 194,739

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

This is another one that is just...incredible. It is sweet, it is heartfelt, it is hot, it is a story of self discovery and mistaken identity and bravery, and it is a really great representation of something healthy growing out of a lot of angst and doubt.

Unsolicited by @dangerousnotbroken - (Destiel) Words: 56,348

Dean get a dick pic from a wrong number...and he cannot believe who it’s from.

Porn star Cas. Mechanic Dean. Hotness, sweetness, and a whole lotta fantastic sexy times ensue. This is just 100% fun and lovely.

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He took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to turn around and forget this, forget what he was about to do, just go back to never having to deal with it ever again. Instead, he threw the heavy object in his hand on the table before crossing his arms and all but glaring at his husband, whose smile disappeared as his eyes narrowed.

Incredible character exploration and seeing Dean as a masochist with self esteem issues is so true and the way Cas takes care of him is so lovely. It’s hurt/comfort, S/M style.

Kinetics by kittenbot (Destiel) - Words: 106,440

Set in the modern world without the supernatural, Dean is a sculptor and Castiel is a photographer. Castiel is also a Dom and Bakushi—an expert that ties people up in the traditional Japanese way; his specialty is suspension ties. Cas wants to show Dean how wonderful submission can be and he’s absolutely dying to tie Dean up and suspend him. Dean wants to let him.

A long, plotty, character exploration and BDSM scene exploration sort of fic. It will break your heart and heal you. I love this one so much.

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Cas is a photography student doing an erotic shoot, Dean is a student who needs money and does some modeling on the side. It ends up being more than either of them expected.

This is incredibly hot and steamy and lovely - it has many of your kinky needs, and the BDSM starts slowly but there are gorgeous rope scenes and soft Dom!Cas is just delicious.

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17 (Destiel) - Words: 142,717

Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. The only outlet that’s been helpful is for him to have control over a sub. Dean is the novice submissive who may be his last hope.

This is lovely. It deals with some hard things, so read the tags and be ready for some emotional times, but it is beautifully handled, the character development is fantastic and the hotness is off the scales.

Cloud Nine by Ltleflrt (Destiel) - Words: 2,254

Alpha Cas is a sub, and his Omega is happy to take him apart when he needs it.

Some gorgeous role reversal A/B/O fic.

Send Me Thorns by nhpw (Destiel) - Words: 34,297

Castiel is an experienced masochist submissive whose first meeting with Dean doesn’t go well. But when they end up working together, Cas is forced to consider that there’s more to Dean than he’d realized.

An animal shelter, a masochist, an idiot with a dash of romance and insecurity - this is so lovely in so many ways. It’s sweet and hot and plotty and wonderful.

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It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

Picture, if you will, Cas with a Russian accent, Dean baking cooking and cakes, the two of them married and having not a damn clue what to do with each other, except maybe crush from afar. Until they start having a D/s relationships as friends, which of COURSE isn’t how either of them feel. Slow burn, but with lots of sex, funny jokes, hot hot hot D/s scenes, a lot of desire to bash them both over the head, and then an ending that makes it all worth it. So good.

Don’t Try This At Home: it may not be healthy but it’s hot

Countin' One Two Three by Minxchester (ComeAlongPond14) (Dean/Cas/Sam/Gabriel+) - Words: 7,963

AU in which Sam and Dean Winchester are not relatively moral hunters who travel around saving people, but are instead road-tripping, bank-robbing, diner-dining rogues with nothing but their car, a slightly-too-intimate sibling relationship, and a passion for double-teaming cute waiters.

This is basically just a smutfest. If you’re looking for Wincest, it takes a very long time to get there, but it does happen. if you’re looking for WinCasWin, there’s plenty of that to soothe you before you get to any real brotherly sexy times. This is unabashed porn, and it is on FIRE.

Blind Date by @hazeldomain (Wincest) - Words: 1,489

Sam finds out Dean has a kink for anonymous gang bangs, and takes advantage of that to feed a kink of his own...

Some hot wincest pwp. Nothing more to say, it’s just smokin’. Non-con, officially, but ultimately desired.

All Inclusive K!ink by Amazonia_8 (WinCasWin) - Words: 29,552

Castiel has never been in a BDSM relationship, but he’s ready to fully submerge himself in the lifestyle. Dean has been a dom for a long time, but Cas is something entirely new and irresistable.

The second story in this series is my favorite, but this entire thing is just out of control hotness. Sub slave Cas, experienced Doms Dean and Sam. I love this take on the brothers, and on Cas, and the way it shows them working through their insecurities and unwillingness to communicate in order to help them develop a healthier relationship. Sam is brilliant and insightful and dark. Dean is sweet and thoughtful and a well meaning mess. Cas is inexperienced and stubborn, but he knows what he wants. This is definitely a go-to for me!

SextersAnon.com by @unforth (Destiel) - Words: 16,739

SextersAnon.com, is a site that helps like-minded individuals find each other for anonymous sexting. Dean and Cas have no idea what they’re getting themselves into when they match up!

This and it’s sequel Offline are just incredible. It is incredibly emotional and goes into a lot of difficult trauma and backstory. But it is absolutely incredible. Dean is a sadist, Cas is a masochist and they are a PERFECT match...if only they can get through all the baggage, history and fears that keep them apart. Grab a tissue box and have a friend available for comfort, and then go read this fic!!! (Happy ending, just a rough time getting there.)

Dirty Laundry by vipjuly (Destiel) - Words: 28,566

Dr. Castiel Novak is a leading name in the mental health community. When Dean Winchester, self-proclaimed Golden Gardens killer, lies down on his couch for the first time, Castiel feels it. Dean is exactly who he says he is.

Aw, yeah. That’s some quality murder husband fic, right there. This is supremely written dark destiel, and I am HERE FOR IT. The push/pull of it is very Hannibal-esque...it’s just lovely, dark and deep and stunning in the best ways.

Ancient Cultivars by @wingstocarryon (Sastiel) - Words: 7063

Castiel cries for the first time, and Sam doesn’t know what to do. He just does what he can.

This is such a deep and heartbreaking and beautiful exploration of Sam and Cas, on the same and opposite sides of the same trauma. It’s panic attacks and feeling at home and using pain to find a way back...it’s stunning and I can’t say enough about it.

Orpheus by sysrae (Destiel) - Words: 84,007

Dean keeps going back because he thinks he deserves what they give him. But when Castiel picks him up, it’s different. And it’s just the beginning.

Long, plotty, thought provoking AU exploration of Alistair and Dean and the aftermath of that. how Cas comes in not understanding any of it, but treating Dean kindly because that’s the way he is, and it’s hard and also needed so deeply. This is another one that’s just stunning and hard but so worth while.

Willing by @chiisana-sukima (Wincest) - Words: 13,466

After expelling Gadreel, Sam kills himself to close the Gates of Hell. Dean copes poorly alone, and then they cope poorly together.

The atmosphere of this fic is incredible - gritty, noir desaturated feeling to it. It’s subtle and thought provoking and you see Dean serve in a way he really doesn’t in canon, but the growth of it, the way he gets there, is utterly believable and perfect. This is absolutely one of my favorites of all time.

hurt me because you love me by blamethemusk (Sastiel) - Words: 4,374

Sam is a masochist. Castiel is not a sadist, but he can adapt.

Castiel serving the Winchesters in difficult ways is probably one of my favorite things. Here, Castiel gives Sam the pain he needs because no one else can. This is so dark and painful and so full of love. I can’t explain it. If you like some loving S/M, I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Rise Above It by @silver9mm (Destiel, Wincestiel) - Words: 10,692

Cas wants to show Dean that, despite what he did in Hell, he’s not a monster. Dean disagrees.

This is the darkest, hardest fic I’ve ever loved. Definitely heed the tags. BUT, it’s also gorgeous and full of an incredibly selfless love, and it has such strong characterization and exploration of motives and mindsets...truly a masterpiece.

Dollars & Cents by ekbe_vile (Destiel) - Words: 4,602

Dean has a taste for causing pain, and Cas takes it.

Heartbreaking, this one. But again, so much exploration of character in the giving and receiving of pain. There are threads of repentance and horror and challenges of self acceptance. So much packed into so few words.

Been Down So Long by BlindSwandive (Wincest) - Words: 14,404

Sam’s addicted to demon blood and Dean is willing to do absolutely anything to get him over it.

Dark, dark, dark. Non-con all the way. Sam needs demon blood and it’s making Dean crazy. This is so well done - you can see the downward spiral for them both. Sam is an unreliable narrator while experiencing withdrawal; Dean is coming unraveled trying to take care of an unwilling Sam. Chilling but gorgeous. If you like bloodplay/blood-drinking, this is the fic for you.

#shearecsfic

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wwwafflewrites · 4 years

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Imagine Sneaking Out to Hunt on Your Own

Anon Requested: Just thought I'd say hello! Can I request a platonic team free will fic where the reader goes on hunts alone to feel better about herself? It starts out as one hunt but then she continues to sneak out more and more in hopes of feeling more confident, and then one day she comes back to find them all waiting for her. Maybe she gets hurt? They're all pretty angry and she cries and then Dean just hugs her really fiercely????? I LOVE your writing and I really need some flufffff.

Note: some things in the request are a bit different, but I think you'll like it anyway. :)

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Hunts often went wrong. Not once had you ever left a case unscathed or unburdened. It was almost hunter law: if a case was too easy, you were doing it wrong.

That night, it was supposed to be a 'simple, in-and-out vamp hunt'. For the most part, things had gone smoothly. That was, until the accident…because most accidents tend to ruin smooth things. If…that wasn't obvious to you yet.

Where you and the boys had planned on five vampires, an additional three vamps had apparently joined the party. Naturally, those three ambushed you.

We'll skip the terrifying ride in the trunk of their car and the time they tied your hands behind your back.

Dean and Sam came, perfect timing as always, and you came out relatively unharmed, save the sprained ankle and bruising around your neck. You were relatively okay.

Dean, however, had decided to become your annoying, overprotective 'older brother figure', which really just meant that he was benching you. It meant lonely days of research with scarce visits from the boys. It meant isolation.

This was completely unjustified. Dean would never dare try this with Sam. You were almost a fully independent woman, and you had the right to go out on your own. But they had Castiel patrolling the bunker like a watchdog, and if you so much as looked at the exit, he would send you a warning look. Sometimes, Castiel scared you. Not monster-scared, just… stupidly intimidated. Besides, he was an angel.

The day he left the bunker was your day to strike.

You were so afraid of losing them, though. They were family to you. They'd picked you up when you were so close to breaking, and you'd done the same for them. They were delicate, though, whether they believed it or not. One false move, one betrayal, and they wouldn't be able to look you in the eye. Dean and Sam's brotherly relationship broken over a messy case, or Castiel making mistakes that Dean just can't forgive. You hadn't experienced it first-person, and you didn't want to.

This would require an expert's level of secrecy because if Sam, Dean, or especially Castiel, caught wind of this, it would all be over.

You were the stealthiest hunter in the group. You knew you could sneak out of the bunker or hotel while they slept. It wouldn't be easy, but it was achievable. And so a plan began forming. Finally, after one month of imprisonment in the bunker, there was something real you could commit to.

///

You spent the next week observing their sleeping habits. It felt a bit invasive, but it had to be done in order to do this perfect.

While the Winchesters often joked over their terrible sleeping habits and short hours, there was, while disorganized, a schedule in place. Sam would go to bed at around midnight if he wasn't researching, and Dean would hit the sack at around two in the morning. Sam would wake up earlier than Dean would, about five a.m., brewing coffee. Sam would let Dean sleep until finally he woke up at around seven or eight, and if it had been a really rough hunt, nine.

The magic number was two a.m to five a.m., and while it wasn't much, you could definitely finish a hunt in three hours. Of course, then you would need to sacrifice your sleep, but you were a night owl anyway. They would never notice.

///

Your first case was thrilling. That week you realized the phrase 'everything known to man' did not apply to 'everything known to woman' because, wow, did you keep them clueless. It was almost too easy. You had hid every newspaper that had anything remotely related to your case. It was easy to do, because you were the research girl, and you could point out cases that were distant enough from yours, and manipulate the week plans.

You couldn't have them intervening.

This was your only chance at some kind of freedom. You were so sick of them babying you. You knew the risks of hunting, and you wanted to take them if it meant helping others. They were just too protective, and you needed some time on your own where you could unwind and be the hunter you wanted to be. And it was great. So great. You felt alive, and free from the suffocating research table.

You were soaring.

///

If a case was easy, you were doing it wrong.

Usually it was just bruises or scrapes that mended themselves in a day, no problem. It became significantly more difficult to hide when you came back with a sprained wrist. It was concealable, but it was already bruising and it ached to rotate. Or the next hunt, when you came home with a large gash on your chest. You had a thick, bulky bandage over it for a good week while it healed.

And when your sleep caught up to you, you were a mess. Your first, real caffeine crash hit you like a tidal wave. You'd be in the car and would lull to sleep with the purr of the Impala's engine. You would nap at the research desk. You would yawn at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You were constantly tired, and it took more and more coffee to battle this.

The first few times, the Winchesters thought it was cute. Dean would poke fun at you, thinking it was funny. But then they began to notice little things, like the large cups of coffee and the dark bags under your eyes. They grew suspicious.

"Hey, you feeling alright? Not getting sick, are you?" Dean asked one day. He'd been concerned for a while, but after yawning for the fifth time at lunch, he decided he would finally ask.

"I was up late doing research," you answered. It was a common excuse of yours, and it made sense. There was always so much researching you had to do on a daily basis that it wasn't too far fetched.

Dean nodded, taking a break from his breakfast burger while you stared into space and stirred at your eggs. "Kid, you got to go to bed earlier. You need your sleep more than we do. I can survive on four hours, but you? Haven't there been like, studies on sleep in kids?" He looked around the bunker's kitchen, clearly looking for Sam. "Where's Sam when you need him?"

"I'm fine, Dean. Really. But I'll start sleeping in if you're really that worried about it."

"Good," he said, and resumed eating his burger.

You would have dropped the case right then if it hadn't been so important. Three people had died in the past week and you'd done everything in your power to keep the boys from knowing about it.

You would finish this case and that would be it, you decided. You could wait another week, maybe catch up on sleep. Let the Winchesters forget about your weird behavior and then slowly start it up again. You'd have to change up the pattern, though. Keep it random. Otherwise the boys would pick you apart, and you couldn't have that.

No, you definitely couldn't have that.

///

Everyone had survived that night, and it had been absolutely liberating. The werewolf was dead, and the survivors were… alive… like any survivors were. They didn't have their hearts outside of their chests, so… that was a plus.

You did get a claw scratch on your arm, though. You would stitch it up quick in the bathroom when you got back to the bunker. No biggie.

But when you'd finished the hunt that night, cleaned the scene, and wrapped it all up, there was a text notification blinking at the top of your screen.

Oh no.

You almost dropped your phone. What if it was them? What if they figured you out? What would they do? You turned the screen on. The unread texts weren't viewable, but the sender's name read 'Dean'.

And then panic struck. You dropped your phone in shock. There you were, swaying on the dirt road at four in the morning, your lungs heaving for air. You soon fell to your knees, punching the dirt with your fist in rage, where you ignored the rocks digging into your hands.

You let out a shuddery breath, the start of a sob, and a hand decided to rest itself on your shoulder.

You jerked away, scrambling to your feet, but you then realized that arm connected to a trenchcoat, and that trenchcoat an angel. You blinked at him, stammering and swaying where you stood. "Castiel." You waited, but he was silent. "Aren't you going to take me back?" You would almost rather he just flat out yell. He should hate you. Yet he was deadly calm. You blinked up at him in bafflement. "Cas, you caught me, aren't you going to take me back?"

"No," he said. "I don't believe it is the best time for them." His gaze was heavy and disappointed.

So Dean was throwing a hissy fit, then.

You bit at your cheek, heart still thrumming in your chest. At some point you would need to head back. Castiel would take you back, he was just waiting. Why was he waiting? Why wait now?

"You knew before, didn't you?"

His eyes were like little blue moons at dawn: rare and, unironically, supernatural. "I suspected it." Castiel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just didn't understand why. I want to know. Will you tell me?"

"Nobody trusts me anymore."

"It was never about trust," Castiel disagreed. "It was about your safety. Dean constantly worries about you. Constantly. It's almost ridiculous. He's been in a constant state of anxiety, lately. He feared you were sick."

"Yeah, it is ridiculous. I'm a prisoner in my own home! I'm treated like a baby!" Tears of frustration well up in your eyes and you can't stop them. "Cas, I'm a hunter. Hunters can't save people when they're stuck up doing research all day!"

"Not like a baby," Castiel shook his head like you didn't understand. "Like a friend. Like a sister."

"So sisters get babied but brothers don't?"

Cas stared you straight in the eyes, like you were completely transparent. "You're not an adult yet. Sam is much different—"

"Sam is the same! We both know the risks! We're both mature enough to make choices!"

Cas wasn't having it. "In the eyes of the law, you're still a child."

"Right, and a few months from now I won't be? I'll change from baby to adult? At eighteen I'm suddenly mature and be able to make my own choices? No. They don't trust me now, so they won't trust me when I'm eighteen. I just—" your voice cracked and the tears that were building finally fell. "I'll be able to make my own choices at eighteen, but I don't want to lose them. I don't want Dean to push me away—" You sonbed and then breathed through your nose. "Because he does that. He pushes—" You stifled back another deep sob. "—he pushes away things he's afraid to hurt. Like… like Ben and Lisa. And... and me."

Castiel looked at you in sorrow. "He doesn't want to push you away. He wants to protect you. That's what you're not seeing."

"That doesn't make this right!"

"I didn't say it made it right."

Coyote howls in the distance broke the argument.

You both stood there until you realized you were shivering against the frigid wind. Castiel noticed, of course. "I believe we should return now.' Cas extended his hand.

You took it.

///

Your panic was returning when Cas flew you to the bunker. The hunters had heard you both, with an infuriated Dean Winchester marching down the stairs and a somewhat rational but uptight Sam Winchester in tow.

Oh, you were dead.

You grasped Castiel's arm, fearing the argument to come. He grabbed your hand in return, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's alright," he murmured. "For now, I'll try to handle them. I know they're a bit… extreme right now."

"A bit?"

Cas said nothing.

Dean marched in with a sneer, but hurt was clearly drawn all over his face. If you had thought he hadn't trusted you before, this was surely his breaking point. He would never trust you again.

You backed away, wiggling your hand in Cas's grip, but he held on.

"Dean," Cas warned.

"What in hell were you thinking?!"

"Dean!" Cas shouted, but the hunter kept plowing ahead, like a bull at a bullseye. So Castiel reached out and the two disappeared with a flutter.

Dean was lurched from his feet and he felt sick when he landed. They were deep in a forest, and to hell if Dean knew where he was at all. "Cas, what the hell?!"

"You were scaring her."

"Scaring her? Yeah, frick that, she scared me! What was she thinking?! Oh, she is never—"

"You forget I can hear her heartbeat, Dean. She was terrified she would lose you both."

"You know, maybe she will. I am sick of this—"

Castiel's patience had worn thin. He boomed in his true voice, "Dean!" It shook the ground and trees, and it rattled the sky so that Dean was knocked off his feet again. The hunter stared up at the angel, shocked silent.

The hunter and the angel stared at each other until Cas had composed himself. "Shut up," Cas said calmly. "I believe she was justified in her behavior."

Dean's eyes hardened and his jaw set. His expression was a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt. "What?" he said dangerously.

"She was lonely and confined. Cooped up for a month as a research girl. She was sick of it. And because you would never listen to her, she decided that deceiving you was the better option."

Dean became defensive, scoffing, "I would listen—"

"You made it so she couldn't come to you. You made her feel like she was a child and that she wasn't trusted. Dean, she's a hunter. You know you can't trap a hunter for long."

Dean's eyes were red and welled up with tears. He blinked, but they didn't go away. "I'm afraid of losing her."

"Then tell her that, but you can't control her. You can't keep her from hunting."

Dean's lips curled as he fought against his tears that threatened to fall. He just shook his head. "Cas, I just wanted her to be safe."

"I know, Dean." He held out his hand to return to the bunker.

Dean took it.

///

And that left you and Sam, which was, in your opinion, much worse. You completely avoided his eyes. Sam was surely overwhelmingly disappointed, and you didn't want to see it. You sat yourself in a chair, knowing full well that Sam was going to want to talk to you, so you might as well talk sitting.

"Why? Why'd you do it?"

You closed your eyes. "I felt trapped here. I needed to get out and actually do something. I wanted to help people. I knew—God, I knew this would happen. Stupid of me. I knew you guys would figure me out I just… I just needed to feel useful for once." You shook your head. "How'd you guys find out?"

"Dean was getting worried about you, so he checked your room to see if you were asleep. You weren't there."

"Oh."

Sam shifted next to you. "You're like a sister to him, you know. The sister he never had. He would do anything to protect you."

"Even if it meant locking me away."

"Yeah, even that."

You finally found the courage to look at Sam, and his eyes were on you, sad but understanding.

He sighed, "I think he just wishes you wouldn't be so sacrificial. It scares him."

"Hm. Seems to run in the family."

Sam pursed his lips. "We all just want you safe, okay? We can figure this out, I just… I wish you would have told us instead of running off. You seriously could have gotten yourself killed out there and we wouldn't even know. So, I'm… I'm sorry about keeping you here and making you feel like you couldn't come to us."

"I'm sorry about lying. I didn't want to lose you guys…" you sniffed, tears coming back to your eyes.

"C'mere."

You and Sam embraced. You couldn't help bet let yourself melt into the hug and let your tears fall. You'd needed this for a long time. You hiccuped, "You don't—mind—a little—heart to heart?"

"Not at all."

"Aw, I should have caught that on tape," Dean said from behind you.

You and Sam both turned, breaking out of your hug. You asked warily, "Dean?"

"Cas and I had a chat. You and I are still going to talk, but," he admitted, "for what it's worth, I'm sorry, kiddo."

And with that, you brought both hunters in for a group hug. "This count as a chick flick moment?" you asked.

Dean smiled. "Definitely."

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anotherspnfanfic · 5 years

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Someone Just Had To Say They Were Bored

A/N: This took me forever to write... but I love how it turned out!

Word count: 2145

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The morning was dragging. She was staring blankly at her computer, hoping the work would do itself. It was a welcomed interruption when Charlie and Kevin stopped at her desk on the way back from the break room.

“Did Charlie tell you about last night?” Kevin inquired.

“About how she hooked up at a charity event? Yeah, she told me last night.”

“If you can't score at a reproductive rights function, then you simply cannot score,” said Charlie. “So, we just heard some people from accounting out in the hall talking about a fire drill today. Did we get any kind of notice about that?”

“I haven’t seen emails and no one said anything to me, but that’s not really a surprise. Guess we’ll find out if the alarms go off.”

They both disappeared towards their desks. Roughly three minutes later, the fire alarms sounded.

“Damn, even the rumor mill wasn’t much heads-up this time,” she grumbled. She grabbed her phone and jacket and followed Charlie towards the stairs. “Days like these, I really hate working on the tenth floor.”

They followed the slow-moving herd into the staircase and began their descent. About halfway down, Charlie commented, “Hey, just be glad neither of us chose to wear heels today.”

“I’m always glad I chose not to wear heels,” Kevin chimed in from a handful of people behind them.

She rounded the landing and looked up the stairs. She was trying not to laugh, “But you’d look so hot in some red stilettos!”

She reached the next landing and as she turned to see Kevin’s reaction, she lost her footing and started to fall.

Outside, four firemen were leaning against their truck, watching as people filed slowly out of the building and towards their designated areas.

“This never gets less boring,” Benny complained.

“It’s a half hour, tops. Quit whining.” Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean smirked at Benny. He’d never pass up a good opportunity to annoy his little brother. He added, “Benny is right. Why do we need a whole crew here for this?”

Sam was about to scold his brother when he saw someone barrel out of an exit at a run. The man nearly knocked over three people as he made his way to the truck.

“Whoa, easy. You alright?” Cas asked as Kevin stopped in front of them.

“M-my friend, fell, stairs,” he stuttered out as he tried to catch his breath.

“Okay, take a breath and try that again,” said Cas.

He took a moment to catch his breath. “My friend— we were coming down the stairs and she tripped. She tumbled down them. We can’t wake her up.”

Sam immediately radioed dispatch to have them send an ambulance.

“Someone just had to say they were bored,” Dean whispered as he glared at Benny.

“Okay, show us where she is.” Cas grabbed the med kit from the truck as they all turned to go inside.

They quickly made their way to the third floor landing where a woman was lying on the ground with another crouched over her.

“Oh, thank god. Please, help her,” said Charlie.

“Benny, go up and redirect people to a different staircase,” Sam directed. “Cas, can you go outside and meet the squad?”

Both followed Sam’s instruction without another word. Dean knelt down beside Charlie. Sam moved to stabilize her head and neck. As Dean checked her pulse and breathing, he asked, “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know. She was behind me, joking with Kevin, and the next thing I knew, she was on the ground. She won’t wake up. Is she gonna be okay?” Charlie asked, hurriedly.

“I don’t know, but we’re going to get her to the hospital,” Dean started to explain. She groaned pulling his full attention back as she blinked open her eyes slowly. “Hey, are you with us, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” she muttered as she moved to attempt to sit up.

“You scared the crap out of us. We’re heading outside before you-know-who assumes we skipped the drill and writes us up. Call if you need me. Otherwise, I’ll come see you after work,” Charlie said as she stood. She and Kevin both headed outside.

Dean stopped her from moving, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders. “Whoa, relax. I’m Dean and this is Sammy. You took quite a fall. Let us get you checked out. Can you tell me your name?”

She hesitated before answering. Then continued, “Fall? I don’t— What happened?” She started to panic.

“You’re okay. I need you to take a couple deep breaths,” said Sam.

She took one big breath and slowly exhaled. She closed her eyes against the headache she was now, suddenly, aware of.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Can you tell me if anything hurts?” Dean requested.

She opened her eyes and squinted away from the light. “My head. And the light is kinda making it worse.”

“Can you tell me the date?” Sam asked.

“No.” Sam and Dean exchanged concerned glances. “I mean, I never know. It’s November, maybe sixth or seventh?”

Sam smiled. “Guess that’s close enough.”

Cas came up the stairs carrying a backboard, Jo and Alex following close behind.

“Hey, guys! What do we got?” Jo asked.

“She took a tumble down the stairs. Lost consciousness for maybe five minutes. Said her head hurts, and she’s got some light sensitivity,” Dean relayed.

Sam carefully moved as Alex placed a c-collar around her neck.

“Hey, I’m Jo. This is Alex. You said your head hurts. Scale of 1-10—how bad?”

She considered her answer. “Uh, maybe a four.”

“Alright.” Jo quickly flashed a light in her eyes, and she groaned. “I know, I’m sorry. Pupils are equal. Do you have any other pain?”

She opened her eyes and locked on to Dean’s bright green ones. “Uh, I don’t think so,” she said, nearly as a question.

“BP is 112/75 heart rate is 80,” Alex announced.

“Can you squeeze my fingers?” Jo asked, placing two fingers in each of her hands. She squeezed both. “Perfect, that’s really good.”

“You’re going to feel a little pinch,” Alex explained as she placed an IV. She handed the bag of fluids to Sam when she finished.

She was still focused on Dean. She was distracted by the number of freckles dusted across his nose and cheeks. His eyes crinkled with his smile as he caught her staring. She couldn’t help her lips from curling up too before her eyelids started to feel heavy, “I’m really tired.”

“You gotta stay awake, though. Talk to me; it’ll help,” Dean said.

“About what?”

“Let’s get her on the board and get out of here.” Jo interrupted. Cas set the backboard down and Sam helped them carefully roll her.

She cried out in pain as she was rolled. Her hand shot up in search of something to grip and landed on Dean’s wrist.

They quickly slid over the board and rolled her onto her back.

“Okay, we’re done. Just breathe. Where did that hurt?” Alex asked.

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. A tear rolled toward her ear. “Uh, m-my side. My ribs, maybe?”

“Okay, we will check that in the rig. Let’s move,” said Jo.

Sam called up the stairs for Benny. He and Cas crouched down to help lift. Dean carefully pulled her hand from his wrist so he could also help.

They quickly made their way to the bottom of the stairs. They set her on the stretcher. Sam, Cas, and Benny headed back to the truck.

Dean gently squeezed her hand. He took a step back to head back to the truck, but she squeezed his hand harder before he could pull away. “No, you told me to talk to you. You can’t go; I’ll fall asleep.”

“Okay, alright. I’m not going anywhere,” he soothed.

She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. “Owww. Fuck. Why didn’t that hurt before?”

“Adrenaline, probably. Which has worn off,” Dean explained.

They got her loaded into the ambulance and Alex headed to the driver's seat.

“But we can help with that,” said Jo. “Pushing 50 mcg of Fentanyl.”

Dean nodded. “How’s the pain now?”

She took a moment to reassess her various pains, “A little better. Doesn’t hurt as much to breathe.”

“Good. How’s the head?” Jo asked.

“Hurts a bit less too. I’m a little dizzy, though.” She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, hoping the dizziness would subside.

“Hey, deal was no sleeping. Tell me a story,” Dean requested.

She blinked open her eyes again. “Like what? I can't think of any good ones.”

“Hmm, fine, how about I tell you one?” Jo moved around him to check her ribs and another set of vitals. “Let me know if I’m in your way.”

“Nope, you’re good there, Winchester. We’re almost there; better make it a quick story,” Jo said as she sat down beside him.

“Hmm, how about the time I put Nair in Sammy’s shampoo, or when I put itching powder in his underwear?” Dean chuckled at the memory.

She cocked an eyebrow. “How is that not some kind of coworker harassment?”

“Oh, well, that’s because he is my little brother. Of course, he retaliated by super-gluing my hand to a beer bottle. That sucked.”

She laughed and then winced. “Nope, no more making me laugh. Sounds like you deserved it.”

He mocked offense. “It is my brotherly duty. Besides, that was years ago.”

“You put soy sauce in his coffee last week,” Jo chimed in.

His lips pulled into a slight frown as he shrugged. “No idea what you’re talking about.” He turned and winked at her when Jo wasn’t looking.

She smiled as she tried, somewhat successfully, not to laugh. “I said no more making me laugh!”

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” he said. The ambulance came to a stop and the doors were quickly pulled open. She closed her eyes against the changing scenery as they made their way into the hospital. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. You gotta stay awake ‘til the doc says otherwise.”

She squinted as she opened her eyes and locked onto his concerned green ones. “I’m awake. The lights and stuff are making me dizzier and kinda nauseous.”

They stopped in a room. “Alright, well, this is Dr. Shurley,” Dean introduced the doctor entering the room. “He can help with that. Sound like a plan?”

“Yeah, sounds good. You’re leaving now, aren’t you?”

Dean glanced toward the ground and then back to her. “Yeah, I have to get back to work. You’re in good hands though, I promise.”

“Thank you. For everything.” She squeezed his hand once more before letting him go.

“No problem, sweetheart. Just doing my job.” He waved as he turned to follow Jo and Alex out of the room.

About three weeks later:

She was wandering aimlessly through the grocery store, trying to decide what to have for dinner that week. She was reading a package as she rounded the end of an aisle and ran into a solid wall of muscle. She would have fallen backwards from the impact if he had not grabbed her shoulders to keep her upright. She winced and inhaled sharply at the pain that radiated through her still-healing ribs.

She finally looked up as she began to apologize. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t look— Dean.” She stopped as she met those unforgettable green eyes. He was wearing a dark grey Henley with the sleeves pushed up to just below his elbows and perfectly fit, slightly-worn blue jeans.

“Hey! How’re you doing?” he asked. His eyes scanning over her and stopping momentarily where he knew she’d had injured ribs.

“I’m okay. Apparently I was lucky. Just a mild concussion, which is all healed, and a couple hairline-fractured ribs. Which only really hurt, apparently, when I run into someone.”

He winced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.”

“No, I wasn’t paying attention either. It’s not your fault.” She smiled, quickly forgetting about the pain.

“Still, I feel bad. Could I make it up to you somehow?”

”I like bribery.” She laughed. “What’d you have in mind?”

He paused a moment to think. She watched as his tongue peeked out to wet his perfect, pink lips. He checked his watch quickly, then pursed his lips momentarily causing his dimples to appear, “You could let me take you out to lunch.”

“Hmm, lucky for you, I am pretty hungry. I need to grab a few more things and run this stuff home. Pick me up in an hour?” She pulled out a pen and scribbled her address on his hand.

“I could have given you my phone.” He was trying not to smile and failing miserably.

“That’s not as fun. See you in an hour, Dean.”

“It’s a date, sweetheart.”

@muchamusedaboutnothing @deanwasscaredbyacat @babypieandwhiskey

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spnfanficpond · 4 years

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November Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE NOVEMBER’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

One And One Make Three (series) by @supernatural-jackles

This series was absolutely stunning, beautifully written, and an amazing rollercoaster of emotion. Jen handled some very sensitive subject matters with grace and wit. It has ALL the feels; I cried, laughed, and loved right along with the characters.

Nominated by @manawhaat

Heart Of A Killer (series) by @wi-deangirl77

I love, love, LOVE, this series! The storytelling is done so simply but so effectively. Things come together beautifully and the dialogue throughout the series (and largely in ch.3) has an incredible flow and easiness to it. This tells you the story without all the bullshit but definitely with all the juicy drama and Ketch-i-ness that an Arthur Ketch lover could want.

The Right Kind Of Wrong (oneshot) @kittenofdoomage

I’m a slut for a Winchester sandwich and this one delivers. It’s Rhi. Just fucking read it and thank her for existing, okay?

Castiel Imagine (oneshot) by @webcricket

I don’t read too much Castiel because, even though I love him, I have a hard time finding authors who nail his character the way I want to read him but Cricket always gets him spot on! This is light-hearted, flirty, sweet, and hints at sexy. Plus, a flustered Dean is never not funny.

Nominated by @lovetusk

It All Started With Some Itching Powder (series) by @iflostreturntosteverogers

You’ve got to love brotherly banter and prank war aftermath.

When You Fall (series) by @flamencodiva

I stumbled across this bad boy by accident and totally forgot I was suppose to be writing / editing because it sucked me in so good and I ended up binging all the chapters.

Nominated by @princessmisery666

Sam’s Holiday Fluff (oneshot) by @crispychrissy

This one made my heart smile. It was sweet and the characters were on point. It was nice to read Sam getting a happy moment ;)

Just Friends (oneshot) by @crashdevlin

This one was painful but I still want more. I need part 2. Which is a testament to the awesome writing and the awesomely wicked idea ;-)

Like Art, Like Fire (series) by @fangirlxwritesx67

I loved this. Love me some Sam anyway, but this was perfect. There were so many lines that had me swooning but one of my favs was - “Your bodies looked like art, lascivious art. In his grasp you were comfortable and beautiful and utterly shameless.”

Love it!!

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

I Believe That Strippers Are The Future (oneshot) by @cherry3point14

Everything Cherry Pie writes is so funny until it’s suddenly hot. This one’s particularly hilarious and then scorching.

The Crumbling Difference Between Wrong and Right by @stusbunker

I joked that I was no longer talking to Stuart Marie (not her name, but that’s what I call her) after she wrote this and sent it to me, but I kid. That said it’s fucking heartbreaking, and her words and arrangement thereof are so beautiful I wanna cry.

Not All Mutants Are Monsters (oneshot) by @negans-lucille-tblr

I sent this prompt to Bethany Elizabeth (not her name, but that’s what I call her) and never thought she’d take it. Alas, it is written and it is DIVINE. I lovvvvvvve Wanda + Dean + Natasha. Ugh, so much.

Rambling (series) by @crispychrissy

The characterizations, the goddess, Dean. LOL I love this fic. It’s sassy (I was actually picturing the latest incarnation of Lillith as the goddess) and suspenseful and just balls out fun.

Need (oneshot) by @rockhoochie

This is cozy and sexy and so gratifying. This is exactly what Dean (and we all) needed after the Michael debacle.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Anything You Can Do (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

Just good old-fashioned smut with both brothers that just hits the spot. It’s like Thanksgiving dinner. This is comfort food for the fangirl libido!

Dad Gets Awkward About These Things (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

This is so adorable! Awkward Dad!Dean, suave and all-knowing Uncle Sam, this is perfect!

You’ve Got Me Begging (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr

Holy SHIT this shit is the SHIT, man. It’s got everything! Smut with all three Winchesters, plus tender moments with Sam, F/F for those who are into that, kinks galore, and intrigue, to boot! The plot twist in the most recent chapter has me completely flabbergasted. I really didn’t see that one coming!! Just, you know, HOLY SHIT!!!

Start of Something Good (series) by @tricia-16

It took me a while to narrow this down to just one fic of Tricia’s to nominate now that she’s a member of the Pond, but I finally settled on this one. It’s got Dad!Cas, toddler Claire being adorable as hell, lots of delicious angst for Dean and Cas to work through, and all the pining! I love to hate it when they just need to accept that it’s all good, but they can’t quite, yet, so they PINE. Tricia’s stories are so REAL, and it’s so refreshing. There’s some violence in this one you might not like, so check the tags!

Crash Into Me (series) by @crashdevlin

Some folks don’t like OFCs, but I love them, and this series is definitely worth reading, even if you don’t! I’m rooting for a happy ending for Crash! And Dean’s trying so hard. This one hurts so good!

Nominated by @littlehotmess26

Dear Santa (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87

She did a great job on this fic after taking a little break and I am so proud of her! This fic is so cute with Dean writing a letter to the big man in red!

The Mobster’s Girl (series) by @fictionalabyss

Mel has worked extremely hard on this set of series and it shows. It’s well thought out and executed. Her writing grabs you and takes you along for an incredible ride!

Nominated by @wingedcatninja

Hark And Hush (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

I’m not usually that much into purgatory!Dean, but this fic is a hauntingly dark delve into Dean’s mind. It made me feel emotions, and that’s what a good fic is supposed to do.

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

As with the BFAs, these are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

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

#afa masterlist #spnfanficpond #angel fish awards #spn fanfic #spn fic rec #supernatural fanfiction

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shakespeareanwannabe · 4 years

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Engineering the Future

Hi everyone! So this is my second Supernatural fic, the first one I cross-posted here on Tumblr, though I have written a couple of other things on this wonderful series. So here’s the thing: this is a bit of a project that I’ve been working on to keep myself writing even when I feel like I have nothing to say.

So here’s the deal: I’m going to write one one-shot per episode. Multiple friends say that I’m driving myself to drink, but so far it’s been fairly smooth sailing. If you guys have any ideas about certain episodes, I’d be happy to hear them, but know that I’ve got a list of prompts for three quarters of the episodes, so I may not write your prompt. But I’d love to hear your ideas. Just, no Wincest or Destiel because I honestly don’t ship either of them (no hate please, it’s just the way I feel. And no, I don’t hate anyone who does ship them). Just brotherly love here!

This chapter is tagged to episode 1x01, Pilot. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is a work of fiction based on characters from The CW’s Supernatural, created by Eric Kripke.

To completely plagiarize someone else, “Being his real brother I could feel I lived in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow.” Who said that? Why was his relationship with his brother so important? Doesn’t matter. This isn’t about him. This is about them, and the moments we don’t get to see.

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Dean had imagined this day since that balmy July evening when a rickety tin door had slammed shut and seemingly separated his family forever.

Depending on his mood, there were several different scenarios that would play out. When he was at the bottom of his third bottle, he would imagine showing up at his front door, having him open the door, stare at him, then shut it again without a word. The second bottle was kinder, allowing them to pass on the streets, perhaps nodding at each other before the one went on with his normal life, leaving the other to thank a God that he didn’t believe in that he had at least seen him one last time. The first bottle didn’t give him enough hope to even attempt to dream up a reunion with his little brother.

The fourth bottle was Dean’s favourite. He would get an excited phone call and drive all the way to Stanford just so that Sam could tell him he was getting married face to face. They would settle into a table at some hoity-toity bar or into a booth at some frou-frou café and would talk as though no time had passed. The natural lighting would fade to black and neither of them would move. Topics of conversation would wax and wane until they found themselves in the same companionable silence that graced the majority of their childhood together.

Sam would eventually sigh sadly and mutter something about having to be in court early the next morning, to which Dean would make a crude joke that would have Sam blushing behind the ears as he laughed. Dean would walk him to his car and deal with the chick-flicky hug bestowed upon him by a drunk and/or over-caffeinated Little Brother. As they pull apart, Sam would get all shy and red again as he stammered through saying that he hoped Dean would be his Best Man (because screw this Brady kid that introduced the happy couple). Dean would laugh, hug his brother, completely deny the tears in his eyes, and say “Who else could fill those shoes, bitch?”

Dean would hang around in California for a couple of months and relish in being stationary for the first time since he was four. He would meet Jessica, automatically start calling her Jessie, and plan a small bachelor party for Sammy and his college pals before taking his kid brother on a kick ass, blow out ‘Brochelor’ party in Vegas to make up for every birthday, Christmas, and any other calendar holiday that they had missed out on. On the day of the wedding he would straighten out his brother’s tie, all the while denying that he had asked the guy at the store how to do so. He would give the kid the picture of Mom that he carried around in his wallet with the explanation that she needed to be there with him on this day. He would stand up next to his little brother during the ceremony, give the most awesome speech ever written during the reception, and dance with his new sister-in-law when the time came.

While he and the other, less important guests waved the happy couple off (he had even given them the Impala to borrow for their honeymoon road trip up the Pacific Coast Highway) he would get a phone call from Dad, saying that he had finally pinned down the son of a bitch who had killed Mom, and that he needed his son there with him. Dean would hotwire a car and go. He’d stand side-by-side with his father as they ganked the sucker, turn, and shake his father’s hand before walking away from the life.

He’d stand hat in hand on Sam’s doorstep when they returned from their honeymoon, praying that his baby brother still had room for his older, less intelligent but far more handsome brother in his new married life. Sam would laugh and pull him into a hug, ensuring him that of course he would always need his big brother. After all, he and Jessie apparently hadn’t come home from their month-long vacation on their own, and this kid was gonna need a really cool uncle to bitch at when his/her parents were giving them a hard time. Any nephew of his was gonna be educated in the ways of the Impala, rock music, and the Dean Winchester Scale of Burger Perfection. Any niece of his would also be educated in these things, but he would need to be there more for Sam when the boys came snooping around, because what was more intimidating than two guys over 6-feet tall who had marksmen’s abilities?

Dean would maybe become a cop, or a mechanic, or maybe even a firefighter, but one thing he would do for sure is protect his family. He’d gank any evil bastard that came within a thousand miles of that two story, white picket fenced house on Normal Boulevard.

Maybe he’d settle down, maybe not. All that was important to him was that his Sammy was happy.

That was all that would ever matter to him.

So, when it came down to it, Dean would have traded everything he had for it to have not happened like this. Never like this.

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Sam had imagined this day since that first night alone at Stanford.

At first, he’d dreamed that Dean would show up, kick his roommate out, and curl up in the twin bed approximately six feet away from him. Dean would go to the registrar and apply to the school and get in, obviously, because his big brother was a genius. He’d probably take engineering, because Dean could do things with machinery that Sam could never have dreamed about. They’d watch each other’s backs on and off campus, and when one of the dorm rooms ended up being haunted, they’d take care of it, as though they had never been off the job. Dean would go on to open his own body shop, while working side projects like helping to rebuild homes for people who lost them in fires or natural (and supernatural) disasters. Sam would become a kick ass lawyer and help the law protect people. He’d help Dean on the weekends at the shop or with the houses, because they were brothers and why wouldn’t he? They’d still go out and watch the stars when they could, and they’d make sure to go to the first game of every season for the Jayhawks. They’d make a weekend of it. Just Sam, Dean, and the Impala. Of course, Jess would be fine with it. She’d love Dean as much as he did, because what wasn’t there to love? Eventually, he and Jess would get married and Dean would be his Best Man (even though Brady would throw a fit about it, but Dean was right, he was better off without douchebags like Brady in his life), then go on to be the best uncle to the kids they would have. Dean would meet a nice girl and they’d settle down too, and soon it would be Winchester Weekends, filled with barbeques and Little League games and dance recitals and tinkering with the Impala while drinking a cold one together and hiding from their wives and kids.

A few months in, the dream changed. One of the kids in Sam’s classes had a brother in the military, who surprised her by showing up during lecture wearing his fatigues and announcing that he had been honorably discharged and was staying home for good. She’d broken down into tears and hugged him until the professor had just wiped his eyes and dismissed the class, claiming that he didn’t want to bring the room down by talking about the Battle of Yorktown in 1781.

Sam started imagining that something similar would happen to him. Dean and Dad would kill the thing that had killed Mom, then Dean would stroll right into his Economics class wearing his torn jeans, steel toed boots, band shirt and leather jacket (the uniform of one of the longest living hunters out there, and the youngest to boot), acting as though he owned the joint. Sam would launch himself into his brother’s arms, not even minding that that cute girl Jessica sat only a few rows behind him, and bury his face in his brother’s shoulder to hide his tears. Dean would clasp him around the back of his neck and whisper that he and Dad had gotten the damned thing, and that he was quitting the life. Dad would keep hunting with Uncle Bobby, Pastor Jim, and Caleb as back up when needed, but he was out.

Dean would help him hook up with Jessica, because he had seen the way they looked at each other, and Dean couldn’t stand the lovesick puppy dog eyes anymore, then the rest of the daydream would stay the same. Engineering, lawyering, cars, court cases, house building, Jayhawks, star gazing, the Impala, wives, kids, all culminating in the two of them sitting side by side at some Old Folks Home, the lines between what they knew and what the world knew blurred by old age and one too many hard knocks to the head courtesy of any one of monsters of the week that they used to hunt. They’d sit on the front porch, drinking whatever alcohol they could get their hands on, loudly debating the proper way to kill a wendigo (Sam would say iron because he knows his big brother’s mind is fading and he needs him to stick around a while longer because Jess was already gone and he wasn’t quite ready to go and he doesn’t want to be left alone, not again).

No matter which scenario he dreamt up (defending Dean in court, forcing him into retirement when a werewolf gets the better of him and his left leg is basically useless so Sam brings him home with him, or even something as simple as Sam just picking up the phone and asking him to visit (because it’s DEAN, and there’s nothing he won’t do for his little brother, and Sam knows it), there was one common thread that remained the same, and that was that the time they had spent apart held no consequences. They would just fall back into being brothers, knowing that if they were back to back or side by side they would be fine.

That’s why, when Dean bursts through the bedroom door and drags him out of the burning brownstone, Sam couldn’t bring himself to fight at full strength. Dean was there. As much as Sam wished it had been any other scenario he had dreamt up (and not the nightmare that had been plaguing him for weeks), he knew that his big brother was there. And since when had there been any problem that Dean couldn’t solve? He could’ve been an engineer, after all.

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Have a Drink On Me

Summary: Dean and Sam close up Rocky’s Bar after an amazing opening night. Square Filled: Business AU Warnings/Tags: BROTHERLY PLATONIC FLUFF. NO WINCEST. Little bits of angst. Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, rando named Frank. Word Count: 1,367 A/N: For @spnfluffbingo2019, this fills the square Business AU. Thank you, as always, to @atc74 for beta’ing. Song: Have a Drink On Me by AC/DC

“You have to go, Frank, we’re closing.”

Frank ambled to the door, drunker than a sailor on shore leave. “But it’s only twelve o’clock!”

Sam pointed to the large digital clock behind the bar. “It’s two o’clock, Frank. That’s a zero, not a one. Gimme your keys, you can come back in the morning.”

“Fine! See ya, Sammy,” Frank blurted as he slapped his keys into Sam’s palm. “Thanks again, Dean!” He waved over his shoulder towards the bar.

When the door shut, Sam sighed, relieved that the last of the stragglers had finally gone into the night.

“That was great!” Glasses clinked as Dean dried them and placed them on the racks behind the bar. “Good crowd, good music, good beer. Couldn’t ask for a better opener.”

Sam shuffled to a nearby stool and slumped onto it. “Yeah, it was.” A long sigh eased the weight on his shoulders. “I’m just glad it's over.”

He stared into the middle distance, unseeing. If he were to be honest with Dean, the lead up to the opening night of Rocky's Bar had been complete chaos. Their much-needed kegs from the local brewery had arrived late that morning, and the shipment of hard liquor had arrived a mere two hours before the doors were scheduled to open. And true to their nature, Sam had done all the worrying while Dean had waved off his concerns while simultaneously piling shit on their plates. Between booking a last-minute band and decorations, Sam damn near lost his damn mind.

But Dean had been right. Once the doors had opened, everything had come together and gone off without a hitch. It seemed all of Lawrence had come out to celebrate with the Winchesters; the bar had filled far quicker than either of them had anticipated, and spilled into the street. When the cops showed up, Sam thought the night doomed only to be met with offers to help control the crowd and direct traffic.

A heavy glass clunked onto the freshly polished oak bar. Warm amber liquored bubbled into the crystal as Dean upended a hidden bottle of Pappy. He grabbed a second glass and poured an equally generous amount into it, then pushed the glass to Sam.

Dean hefted his drink as he said, “Thanks, Sammy. You made it all happen.”

His focus narrowed on the glass as he wrapped his fingers around the cold crystal. “It was your idea, man.”

He could hear the crestfallen look on Dean's face. “Yeah, but without you, I wouldn't have even known where to start. You were the brains of this whole thing.”

Sure. He had kept Dean organized the last eight months. “Still, it was your idea. You named the place, designed it, picked out everything from floor to ceiling. It's your bar.”

“It's our bar,” Dean insisted. “Look at me. Please.”

Sam peeled his eyes from his glass to find Dean holding not only his drink but a small bag. “It's only called Rocky’s Bar because of copyright issues.” He set the bag on the bar and gave it a push towards him.

“What is this?” Sam asked.

“Opening night gift for my business partner.”

Sam didn't trust Dean's shit-eating grin as far as he could throw him. “I'm… scared.”

“Oh, c’mon, of what?” Dean scoffed.

Sam stopped and glared at him over the top of the bag. “Last present you got me was a practical joke. An exploding snake can.”

Dean looked off to the right as though reliving the moment. “Hah. Yeah. I did. You screamed like—”

“It was my fortieth birthday, dude!” he interrupted.

Chastised, Dean looked nothing short of a scolded puppy. “I know. I… didn't have any money to get you anything. I’d put everything I had into the bar.”

Great. Just great. “Look, Dean, I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just… stressed out. Been a rough couple of months, and a rougher week.”

“It’s fine, I get it.” Dean waved him on to open the bag when Sam stared at him, unconvinced. “Seriously, though, I’m beat and need to get to bed. Open it.”

With a resigned sigh, Sam dug into the bag and grasped a massively awkward and heavy object. Wrapped in at least a pound of tissue paper, he spent the better part of a minute unburying it to reveal a carved wooden statue of a moose standing nearly a foot tall. Golden lamplight gleamed on its polished surface, highlighting the deep red grain to a rich brown finish.

“Like I said,” Dean started, “it’s only Rocky's Bar because of copyright issues.”

There was no use hiding the unbidden tears that rushed down his cheeks. “God dammit, Dean. You didn't have to buy me anything, this must have cost—”

“Forty bucks.”

Sam gaped as he looked between Dean and the statue. “How?”

“The block cost twenty dollars,” Dean said. “I fucked up on the first one. Burned it. Smelled nice.”

“You? You… carved this?” he stuttered.

Dean nodded. “Took me all year. Consider it your birthday present. Christmas present, too, since I didn't get you anything for either last year.”

Beside himself, Sam could hardly think of anything to say. And maybe there were no words, none that could sufficiently encapsulate the way he felt. So instead of babbling an inadequate sentiment of gratitude, he reached to the floor beside his stool and grabbed the bag that sat there.

“Not that I’m surprised,” he started as he set the bag on the bar. “We had the same idea. Except I don't whittle wood.”

“That's what she said,” Dean said with a wink.

“Just open the bag, dude.”

Dean might as well have stuck his tongue out for the flippant look he shot back at him as he dug into the bag and withdrew a similarly wrapped, oddly shaped item. As Dean tore away the tissue paper and revealed the giant stuffed squirrel, complete with bomber jacket and aviator cap, Sam elated in the rapturous joy that widened Dean's smile.

“Dammit, Sammy, you did enough for me over the last year,” Dean said as he cleared his throat.

“You always complained about the copyright issue,” he said as he slid from his stool and rounded the end of the bar. He grabbed his moose statue and placed it on an empty shelf in the middle of the back wall below the large sign emblazoned with the bar's name. “Now everyone will understand.”

Dean hefted the squirrel and placed it beside the moose. “Perfection.”

Sam cocked his head as he regarded the display. If you had asked him fifteen years ago where he’d be today, owning a bar with Dean wouldn’t have even been on his list. But there he stood behind the bar that he and Dean had built from nothing. What a miraculous change of fate. And how lucky, too. If Sam didn't know any better, he’d argue that they had a guardian angel looking down on them.

A loud yawn drew his attention to Dean who stretched as his mouth gaped. “Okay, I’m done.” He shuffled around the end of the bar and grabbed his coat. When he turned back, he asked, “You coming?”

Sam followed, grabbing his jacket and the keys from the rack behind the bar. “Yeah. Let’s go get some sleep.”

Shrugged into his coat, Dean headed for the door and pulled it aside. Sam took the first step into the night as he looked back over his shoulder and Dean hit the lights. The electric blue, yellow, and red glow of the FB Beer Company sign filled the bar, and before the door slammed shut, he regarded the shelf behind the rail one more time.

Bathed in that eerie neon glow, moose and squirrel stood watch like gargoyles over the bar, sentinels on their vigil. The slam of the door punctuated Sam and Dean's departure, plunging the bar into silence but for the electric buzz of the neon sign. The roar of a monstrous motor burst to life only to fade away as it sped into the distance, it's decrescendo receding to nothing.

Alone they sat, two friends, brothers, a moose and a squirrel on their shelf.

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spn-ficfanatic · 5 years

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F*ck Cancer- Ch 6: The Vow

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER FOUR - CHAPTER FIVE - CHAPTER SEVEN

Summary: The happiest moment of your short-remaining life is upon you

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader*, Bobby x Platonic!Reader *For the Dean ladies/lads: it may not be romantic between him and the reader, but it’s a very close brotherly/sisterly relationship and I still think y’all will really enjoy it :)

Words: 2176

Warnings: None for this chapter!

A/N: Please be sure to comment if you’re enjoying it! 2 chapters to go from here

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When the back door opened your eyes widened in amazement. Flowers adorned every nook and every cranny, with fairy lights still twinkling under the cloudy skies despite the fact it was still morning. White silk tulle draped either side of the aisle, extending across the garden, and an arch filled with white and yellow roses stood at the end of a white satin aisle. Just a few chairs were situated at the front, and as you lifted your eyes they fell onto the man you were there to see.

Sam stood under the aisle in his fed suit, his smile wider than you’d ever seen. You smiled broadly back, all of a sudden wishing you could run down the aisle to kiss him. Graciously the music started, your favourite song, as Dean and Bobby gripped your arms tightly and helped you down the aisle. You noticed Sam’s smile falter slightly as he noticed your tight grip on them, and Bobby asked quietly how you were doing. You couldn’t answer, you were too focused on reaching your destination as quickly as possible. You nodded slightly and hmmed in an affirmative response, and he patted your hand. Neither man spoke as they led you down to Sam, and as you reached him they guided you into his arms. He hugged you and held you tightly, and you melted into his chest and sighed contently.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, and he chuckled in agreement.

“Is everything ok?” he asked you, his tone turning serious, holding you at arms length to see your face. “You were holding onto Dean and Bobby’s arms for dear life.”

“It’s all fine,” you assured him, and you moved to sit on the chair someone had graciously sat behind you while Sam did the same. You were close enough together that you could keep holding his hand, and you rubbed your thumb across his knuckles lightly. He smiled at the motion and lifted your hand to his mouth to plant a kiss on yours.

The celebrant had initially been standing, but upon seeing the height difference he decided to pull up a chair himself.

“I feel this might be less intimidating,” he joked with a chuckle as he took his seat in front of the two of you, and everyone smiled. “Ladies an… well, lady and gentleman. We are gathered here today to see these two friends who became lovers, finally become husband and wife.”

Dean and Bobby cheered from the crowd of two and you laughed along with Sam.

“Now Dean wanted me to stress that this will be quick and painless. As per the request by both you and Sam there will be none of that holy matrimony crap because regardless of how much time you have left together in the coming weeks, as hunters we know all too well that life is too short to mess around.”

You raised a surprised eyebrow and Dean shrugged. “Met him at Ellen’s bar one day and we got talking. Figured he might come in handy one day.”

“He’s held onto my card for 5 years,” the celebrant told you with a wink before extending his hand. “I’m Greg, and it’s an honour to meet you both.”

You and Sam each shook his hand with a warm smile before he cleared his throat and returned to his notes.

“OK gang, let’s get this show on the road. Sam and Y/N, Dean tells me that you’ve written your own vows so let’s start with the groom shall we?”

Sam nodded once in affirmation, taking your hand before taking a deep breath.

“Y/N. The very moment you walked through Bobby’s door all those years ago you took my breath away. I remember that you said hello, to this scared 13-something year old kid who had no idea what love meant before, only to have me run to my room and remain there until you left with your dad a couple of hours later.”

You chuckled at the memory, as did Dean and Bobby.

“I wish I could go back to that kid and tell him he was an idiot, that knowing you would be the best part of his life and that he should cherish every second he had with you. And now, here we are with both the best and worst time of our lives looming over us, and I should be scared but I’m not. Because I’m spending it with you. And while I would give anything to have a long, full life together, I will gladly and gratefully take whatever time I have left with you. You will ALWAYS be my wife, in life and death, and one day I know we’ll be together again.”

You nodded with a sad smile as tears fell down your cheeks, and with a shaky hand you wiped them away. Sam lifted your chin so you were looking into his eyes, and with his thumb he brushed a tear away before kissing your cheek. You licked your lips, salty from the tears that had fallen there, and cleared your throat.

“Well shit, how can I follow that?” you asked with a huff, and Sam laughed. “I uh, I thought pretty hard about what I would say when I got here but I could never come up with the words I needed. I have a lot of wishes of course, but unless Greg here is a wish-granting genie on top of celebrant we’re shit outta luck. So I guess I just wanna say… I wanna say thank you. To Bobby, for raising us right, and Dean for making today possible. But mostly to you Sam. For keeping me sane when my dad drove me mad, and for looking after me when he died. For listening to me crap on about the most inane things to the most deep. For not giving up on me when I kept the cancer from you, or when it was so bad I could barely remember my own name. You and Dean, you've kept me alive for the last 2 months. And I'm so grateful. And I'm so so in love with you,” you told him with a wide smile. “Oh and I think you’re nuts for doing this by the way, but it’s honestly the most selfless thing I think a person has ever done for me. And even if I wake up tomorrow with no memory of who I am, I will still carry this with me for the rest of my days. However short they may be.”

Sam nodded, looking down to hide the fact he had tears rolling down his cheeks. You tutted and lifted his face to yours as he had one to you only moments ago, wiping away his tears with your thumbs as you placed a hand either side of his face. You kissed him lightly on the lips, and he leaned forward to deepen it.

“Erm, you may now kiss the bride?” Greg instructed with a laugh, and Dean and Bobby followed suit. “We do still have the rings though guys, if you think you can hold on just a few more minutes.”

You pulled back with a grin, licking your lips to try and savour the moment. “Yep, sorry Greg, do your thing.”

“Alright,” he continued, gesturing to Dean. “I take it you have the rings?”

Dean patted his pocket with a nod, then patted his chest pocket. Frowning he reached into his jacket before his eyes widened and he furiously checked his pant pockets.

“Dude, don’t do the shtick,” Sam interrupted.

Dean rolled his eyes and removed the rings from the first pocket, walking over to give them to you. “Party pooper,” he sulked in jest, dropping them into your hand before returning to his place next to Bobby.

“OK, Sam and Y/N, we’re going to do this nice and simple-like. I want you to repeat after me, together, as you slide on the rings: With this ring, I thee wed.”

You handed your ring to Sam, holding his in your fingers. He took your hand first, sliding it on with ease before giving you his hand to do the same. “With this ring, I thee wed,” you repeated together, looking into each others eyes and committing this moment to memory.

You weren’t sure what Greg said after that, you assumed it was the whole “kiss the bride” thing but for all you knew you jumped the gun yet again. Once you saw Sam’s eyes you were overcome with the urge to kiss him, and kiss him you did. If you’d had the strength you would have romantically leapt into his arms but instead he lifted you, bridal-style of course, and spun you around. Dean and Bobby were cheering in the background you could hear, but they sounded underwater. The only thing that mattered in that moment, the only two people sharing this particular moment, were you and your new husband.

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The rest of the day was simple but perfect. You shared cake, sat around with beers sharing stories from both hunts and the adventures on the road together. You drifted off a couple of times, waking up each time in Sam’s warm and loving arms as if you’d never left. By 7pm you and Sam were getting antsy to spend some “alone” time together.

“Sam,” you told him quietly while Dean collected the next round of beers. “I think I’m ready to head out.”

With a wiggle of your eyebrows Sam picked up the signal you were dropping, and he held up a hand for his brother.

“Not for us man, we’re gonna get going,” he explained, sliding you off his lap and standing with a stretch.

“Yer fair enough guys, have a good night. Enjoy the room.” he told you both with a wink, and he gave his brother a hug. Bobby came over and leaned down to hug you also.

“See you tomorrow pumpkin,” he told you, and you felt a lump rise to your throat. “I’m so proud of the botha ya.”

“Thanks Uncle Bobby,” you whispered, kissing him on the cheek and pulling back to recieve Dean’s hug next.

“This was amazing Dean, thank you so much for everything,” you told him, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“S’what family’s for,” he replied, squeezing you tighter. “Now go enjoy my little brother, and never ever tell me about it.”

You laughed and reached out your hand to meet Sam’s. You swallowed thickly, a little nervous given you hadn’t walked for several hours, and let out a smile sigh of relief when he picked you up again bridal-style.

“Will you let me walk today?” you asked with a laugh.

“Oh I’m never letting you go again,” he replied seriously, and as he walked you to the Impala out the front you glanced back to see Dean wink at you and give a small wave.

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“Dean told you, didn’t he?”

You were laying in bed, fingers intertwined with Sam’s as you stared into each others eyes. It was corny you knew, but you couldn’t stop looking at the guy. Almost as if he might disappear if you did, even for a moment.

“About your legs?” he replied with a frown, and you nodded. “I asked him actually, I knew something was up the second you walked down the aisle. Dean suggested I carry you here instead, I didn’t want to dampen the mood before you got your surprise.”

You looked around the room, which was not the 3-star motel you were expecting but the 5-star Hilton in the city. Sam had carried you the entire way, only stopping at the desk to rest you against him and sign the papers. There was champagne and even rose petals on the bed when you arrived; you’d needed a girly moment upon that discovery and had shed a few tears at the gesture.

“This is incredible,” you told him. “I never thought I’d get to stay in a place like this in all my life.”

“List Item 13: Live like a princess for a day,” Sam recited as he brushed a hair out of your face, and you blushed as you remembered 13yr old you writing that one. “I’m going to spend the rest of our time together making sure you feel like a princess every day, so hopefully this was a good start.”

You chuckled and rested your head on Sam’s bare chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear.

“This was more than I could ever have dreamed,” you assured him.

A comfortable silence fell as you listened to each other breathing, enjoying the peace from your 11th floor room. There was no traffic noise, no voices from the other rooms, and a cool breeze drifting through the open window lightly brushed against your skin. You knew you should have talked about your legs, and the situation at hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break the silence again. Instead, you stayed as you were and allowed sleep to take you.

CONT.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Not a question, but I love seeing Dean's more geeky and innocent side recently! It's heartwarming to see him be so giddy and happy than he has been after everything

Me too! Last night’s episode was easily my favorite of the season. Kind of spoilerly under the cut:

Dean hanging out in his fun socks, binging his favorite horror movies, going to a comic store, getting so openly excited talking about stuff we never get to hear him talk about and how he likes movies because they helped him feel normal as a kid. Even being excited about having a “real” Halloween the next year…I like it when Dean’s happy. He deserves it. Even the joke about Sam’s “twin” and Sam losing the beard was the perfect brotherly teasing we’ve missed lately.

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years

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SPN 10x05: “Fan Fiction”

As a former theatre kid, this episode brings me so much joy.

“Ghost? Meet Winchester.”

There’s our girl!

“Where is the Samulet?”

“Oh! I took it off. It kept hitting me in the lips, and...”

“That amulet is the symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love!”

!!!

“There is too much drama in the drama department.” Well...yeah.

“Why couldn't they just do ‘Godspell’ like good little skanks ? Instead it's this... awful, unbelievable horror story. Hmm! Like that stuff really happens! Huh, theater is about life, you know? Truth! Truth! Where is the truth in ‘Supernatural’?”

What the fuck kind of teacher is this??

I had a theater teacher who told us theatre was magic. I think she would’ve liked Marie’s play about Supernatural.

There she goes.

“I mean, it's close, but it's just.... It needs a little more grrrr!”

Our very special title card.

“Sundown” by Gordon Lightfoot

Our beautiful Baby.

Dean awake before Sam? A shocker.

“A teacher in an all girls school went missing in Flint, Michigan. She was heading to her car, disappeared, and nobody's seen her since.”

“Dean, there's nothing here that even remotely suggest there is a case.”

“There is nothing that even remotely suggest there isn't a case. Boom!”

Logic!

Hell yes!

Thank you, thank you, thank you Robbie Thompson.

“Ugh, theater kids. Great.”

“What? I was a theater kid.”

“Barely. You did ‘Our Town’, which was cool. But then, you did that crappy musical.”

“The - ‘Oklahoma’? Hugh Jackman got cast off of ‘Oklahoma’.”

“You ran tech, Wolverine.”

Hey, Techies are just as important as the actors.

They missed the huge banner advertising the show??

hahahaha, their faces are hilarious. Granted, if I found out someone made a musical about my life, I’d be speechless too.

“If there is case... It probably has something to do with all of this.” It has everything to do with it.

Marie, writer/director, and Maeve, the stage manager. (Fun fact: I was a stage manager once! Lots of fun, work, and telling people to shut up and pay attention.)

“I'm Special Agent Smith. This is my partner, Special Agent -”

“Smith.”

“Smith. No relation.”

Again with the joke.

There’s plenty of singing in Supernatural, mostly from you, Dean.

“If there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap -”

“Andrew Lloyd Webber.”

Love the improv correction.

Don’t shoot down “Carry on Wayward Son”, Sam.

I also had a theater teacher who went through a divorce.

“Maeve, right? You're the stage manager?”

“And I understudy Jody Mills.”

Maeve would make a great Jody!

“I'm gonna throw up.” Shush, Dean.

“I mean, I gotta say, it's kind of charming. The production value, and the...” I love Sam’s sincere interest tho.

Rule #1: You never touch the props.

“Why are they standing so close together?”

“Um...Reasons.”

“You know they're brothers, right?”

“Well, duh! But... Subtext.”

We gotta address that.

“You know, back when I did tech in school, we had two CD decks-”

“I'm sorry, I have to go sign the delivery.”

Aww Sam! I would love to hear his theater stories.

Pfft, Sam.

“There's no space in Supernatural.” We got close to it...

“Chuck stopped writing after ‘Swan Song’. I just- I couldn't leave it the way that it was! I mean, Dean not hunting anymore, living with Lisa?! Sam, somehow back from Hell, but not with Dean?! So, I wrote my own ending.” I don’t blame her.

“Dean becomes a woman.” Would still wanna see that happen in an episode.

“So, Sam came back from Hell. But without a soul. Then, Cas brought in a bunch of Leviathans from Purgatory. They lost Bobby. And then, Cas and Dean got stuck in Purgatory, Sam hit a dog. They met a prophet named Kevin, they lost him too. Then Sam endured a series of trials, in an attempt to close the gates of Hell. Which nearly cost him his life. Then Dean? Dean became a demon. Knight of Hell, actually.”

S6-9 summary, courtesy of Dean.

Here comes the second hand embarrassment.

“That is some of the worst fan fiction that I've ever heard ! I mean, seriously, I don't know where your friend found this garbage!” Oof, I still don’t like that.

“Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life. Although, we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Oh, it's just subtext ! But, then again, you know, you can't spell subtext without.... s-e-x.”

!!!!!

Hi, Jensen.

“I don’t understand.”

“Me either.”

“I mean, shouldn't it be... Deastiel?”

LMAO SAM.

“You know... How about Sastiel? Samstiel?”

“Ok, alright. You know what? You're gonna do that thing, where you just shut the hell up. Forever.”

Teasing brother, Sam.

“This whole musical thing, everything, it's... It's all a coincidence? There is no case?” When is it ever just a coincidence?

“Get in the car!”

!!!!!!!

BUT HE NEVER DENIED IT THOO, that’s all i’m saying.

“You know, we should've done ‘The Outsiders’, like I told you.”

Maggie’s the second person to get kidnapped.

“I called the cops, and a bunch of adults just told me I have an overactive imagination.” :(

“It is all real. And so are we. I'm Sam Winchester. That's Dean.” NO NO NO.

“You guys are way too old to be Sam or Dean.”

“Oh, yeah!”

“More of a Bobby/Rufus combo? Maybe.”

How old do they think Sam and Dean should be???

“We are what the books called hunters.” They believe that.

First guess: a tulpa.

“How do you kill an idea?”

“Well, in ‘Hell House’, Sam and Dean burnt the house down, to take out the one tulpa they hunted.”

Correct!

“Gird your loins. It's horrifying.” Umm...okay.

I love how reluctant Marie was to burn her prop.

“What?”

“It’s not a tulpa.”

“Say it one more time, but just a little bit more Arnold--”

LMAO, Dean.

Calliope.

“According to the lore, Calliope manifests creatures from the story she's tuned into.”

The show must go on.

An understandable panic attack over the possibility of getting eaten.

“Is Marie gonna get eaten?” Shush.

I love when Dean calls people “champ”. It’s so sweet and endearing.

“If Sam and Dean were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do.” !!!

“I used this for my one-woman ‘Orphan Black’ show, last year.” Marie is the theater kid I would’ve lowkey wanted to be.

“Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch.” FUCK YES! KICK IT IN THE ASS!

Dean fixing Stage!Cas’ tie!!

Funny Sam asked for Chuck...

“Oh! I-I, I love him. I do! But honestly, the whole author introducing himself into the narrative thing, it's just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta stories.” I politely disagree.

“Alright, listen up, girls. Now, you're all here, because you love ‘Supernatural’.”

“Actually, I was hoping we'd do ‘Wicked’.”

“I want you to get out there, and I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text, as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today.”

“Did he just quote ‘Rent’?”

“Not enough to get us into trouble.”

“Ghooooost-facerssss!” This episode just adds wonderful years to my lifespan.

You know what I would pay to watch this play in full???

“The Road So Far”

There it is.

The misunderstood thumbs up, lmao.

Sam goes bye bye.

Maggie and the teacher.

They were in the school’s basement.

Hello, Calliope.

“I’ll Just Wait Here Then”

Nothing makes me more emotional than seeing the audience fall in love Stage!Cas, much like we did with our real Cas.

“If I have to sit through that second act, one more time... There's robots, and tentacles, and space. I can't even.” lol

“A Single Man Tear”

That exorcism special effect is so wonderful! I can see how they do it now, but from the audience’s POV, it’s absolutely magical.

What the hell did the audience think Dean was doing??

“We're through the looking glass, here, people. Strike the wendigo set, let's prep the priests costumes. And Sarah? Get understudies into hair and makeup.” Maeve’s a A+ stage manager.

“Supernatural has everything. Life. Death. Resurrection. Redemption. But above all, family. All sorts of music you can really tap your toe to. It isn't some meandering piece of genre dreck. It's... epic!” Agreed.

Stage!Dean is a pro if she could keep singing with everything going on in the background.

lmao at the one guy putting on his poncho.

Original Stage!Sam knocks out Calliope.

Understudy!Sam kills the Scarecrow.

Sam kills Calliope. A trifecta of Sam Awesomeness.

RIP Calliope. Killed by Sam.

The audience must be wondering how they managed to do that for years.

“Take a bow, Sammy.” Take a bow too, Dean.

“Thanks for saving my friends.”

“Sure.”

“You know? If you'd cut your hair a little, you'd make a pretty good Dean.”

Aww.

“Dean? You never should've thrown this away.” YYYEEESSS

“It never really worked. And, I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother, so...”

“Just take it. Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

I love Dean’s panic when he realizes he just called a teenage girl a “bitch” without meaning to, lmaoo.

Take it away Stage!Winchesters!

Let me tell you, I literally bursted into tears when they started singing “Carry On Wayward Son”. It’s beautifully done.

Starting with Stage!Mary, who is more or less Square 1 of the entire story.

i remember a lot of people being upset about Cas not being part of the family lineup at the end, and I get it. But if Marie was only going off of the first 5 seasons, it makes sense that she didn’t see Cas as family yet because Sam and Dean didn’t see Cas as family yet. They’re just one year shy of that.

BUT the same girl who plays Cas is on stage as Adam, a technical Winchester. You could say Cas took over Adam’s role as the third Winchester “brother” because canonically speaking, that’s the highest title Sam and Dean have given Cas.

“Who's that?”

“Oh, that's Adam. John Winchester's other kid. He's still trapped in the cage, in Hell. With Lucifer.”

lmaooo. Awkward.

“Don’t you cry no more.” I sing, while crying.

I wish he had kept the Samulet Part 2 on there.

A picture perfect ending.

...One last surprise.

“Oh my gosh! But wait... That means that- Calliope came for me or for-?” Did Marie know who he was?

I thought it was Cas...

I legit lost my goddamn mind when I saw him.

A perfect episode of Supernatural, in my most humble opinion.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 10x05 #fan fiction #our 200th episode :')

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mittensmorgul · 6 years

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Wayward: Supernatural in Parallels (and a parallel universe as well)

aka I have spent the last four hours typing again, so here you go. :P

(at least I managed to keep it under 6k words this time!)

(shut up that’s kinda brief for me... now if only I could write 6k of fic in 4 hours I’d really be on to something...)

Wayward Sisters set itself up admirably as a spinoff, if for no other reason than it’s so deeply rooted in the original series without actually being that series. We already know all six of the main characters (some of them for nearly a decade, like Claire and Jody), and we know at least a little bit about about how they came to be where they are at the start of 13.10. But even more than that, this episode served so many parallels to the entirety of Supernatural’s past canon, but did so in ways that take all of those themes and wove something entirely new out of them.

All the seeds for the spinoff grew from the original, but they’ve been sown in a new field.

I needed to record as many of these as possible for future reference.

(under a cut because as I said, it’s like 5900 words deep and it’s 2:23 am and I am so not up to editing this tonight.)

The little girl Claire saves from the two werewolves in the cold open looked so familiar to me-- because she reminded me of the ghost girl in 2.11 Playthings. Not technically a parallel, but even from the promo clip with her in it my brain insisted that I’d seen her somewhere before.

Mr. Werewolf and his terrible knock knock joke was such a dark mirror to Kate the werewolf in 8.04. If she was the noble version, he’s the grotesque, right down to the way he uses almost the exact same movements to terrify an innocent as Kate used to get revenge on the guy who’d turned her against her will and murdered her boyfriend. The Winchesters rightly let Kate go (TWICE!) but Claire rightly kills this jerk.

Not to mention Claire’s very personal history with werewolves (and being one bite of a heart away from becoming one herself) in 12.16. This case, and rescuing a little curly-haired blonde girl from werewolves is a tidy metaphor for how Claire has developed as a hunter since we’ve seen her last. And she absolutely PROVES that she’s learned. She doesn’t hunt dumb like she did back in 11.12. She does her homework, and knew exactly what she was doing when she approached Mr. Werewolf’s lair. She knew exactly who she was there to save, how to approach the werewolf lair most effectively (DELIVERY! LAND SHARK!), and she kept her cool throughout the entire fight-- for the sake of the little girl.

This entire fight is also reminiscent of 11.17, just for the fact that she’s physically proving herself as capable as Sam and Dean are in a werewolf fight.

Her rescue of Amanda Fitzmartin from werewolves was a direct parallel of 12.06, and Mary Winchester’s rescue of Asa Fox from… you guessed it, a werewolf! Right down to the mother/child reunion scene on the front porch. I can only imagine that Amanda Fitzmartin may be a future generation hunter now, too… Then again, Asa took up hunting because Mary told him she was “retiring,” and he felt obligated to fill her shoes so that someone would be out there saving people. Claire told Amanda that everything would be okay, and then went right on hunting. Claire’s in a very different place than Mary was, despite the similarities.

Jody’s call to Claire-- “It’s Sam and Dean. They’re missing. They were on a hunting trip, and I haven’t heard from them for a few days.” Well, isn’t that just THE iconic line of the entire series? 1.01, top of the script, hello Dean Winchester. Not to mention 12.20 and how Alicia used the same line about her mother to get Sam and Dean’s help in finding her.

What’s DIFFERENT in Jody’s plea to Claire is, “It’s time to come home.” Home has always been such a nebulous concept for the Winchesters. For the longest time, the only home they knew was Baby. Their “apple pie life” was a pipe dream that they wavered on ever really believing they could have it, or if they even really wanted it the few times it seemed like it could be within their reach (Dean with Lisa after s5, Sam with Jess pre-series, Sam with Amelia after s7). It took a while, but they both now identify the Bunker as “home,” despite it not being a home in the traditional sense. And after Dean’s words to Cas in 13.06-- “Welcome home” as he hugged him at some alley payphone-- I believe their concept of “home” is more “the people we care about” rather than a fixed physical point on a map, you know? And after watching Wayward, and oopsie here jumping to the end for just a second, Claire says, “I'm staying because I need them, my family.” In both series, home is where the heart is, if you will.

Of all the hunters Alex could’ve mentioned that she’d tried calling while looking for Sam and Dean, she mentions Donna (who we’ll see in a bit here), and WALT. Aka one of the guys who killed Sam and Dean way back in 5.16, and who returned in 12.22 to help take down the BMoL.

Claire and Alex’s gentle teasing of each other is just… so dang sisterly. In the same way that Sam and Dean’s teasing of each other is just so dang brotherly, you know? “Did you miss me?” “No, not really.” Lines delivered deadpan followed up with the knowing little smiles.

Claire pointing to her cut lip and telling Jody, “It’s just a werewolf, no big deal.” Well, isn’t that exactly what Dean told Sonny in 9.07 when Sonny questioned him on how his wrists were injured? And heck, how many times has Dean diminished the seriousness of an injury with an “I’m fine” or a “no big deal.” To the point where in 12.23 when he meets up with Cas again, Cas doesn’t even bother asking if he’s okay, just rolls his eyes and heals Dean with a lil boop.

“When did we become huggers?” Well, Sam, Dean, and Cas seem to ask this of themselves every time they find themselves hugging… at least they used to. They’ve since become acclimated to the fact that yes, they are huggers.

Claire’s discovered that Jody let patience move into her room, borrow her sweatshirt, while she was away. But she takes the blame for leaving on herself. This calls back to a lot of the emotional baggage between Sam and Dean over the years in a far less toxic fashion (You chose a demon over your own brother? You didn’t look for me in Purgatory? Who are you gonna replace me with next? There’s a lot of that between the brothers.) But Claire lets it go. And they have Business to attend to…

Alex tends Claire’s wounds during their meeting to share what they’ve gathered so far about Sam and Dean’s disappearance, and then Alex gets up to leave for work. She has a job-- a real, regular job as a nurse (how respectable! In Dean’s words from 2.20). Claire is upset, because finding Sam and Dean should come first, but Alex doesn’t even argue about it. The entire dynamic is similar to Sam and Dean’s motivations in 1.01. Sam had a law school interview that he didn’t want to miss (which Dean initially assumed was a job interview), and described as his whole future on a plate. But Dean insisted they already had “the family business.” Just as Claire insisted her own job is hunting. Unlike Sam and Dean, Alex and Claire work this out in their own way, and Alex DOES go off to work. Her job is just as important as hunting to her, and she doesn’t compromise on that.

Patience’s visions in this context are so reminiscent of Sam’s visions back in the early days. She’s still trying to figure out exactly how they work, and exactly what they mean. And in a lot of ways what Clare seems to be feeling is a reflection of Dean in 2.05 when Andy mind-controls him into telling the truth, “He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.”

It’s not an exact parallel, but the same sort of disbelief and maybe even a little bit (or a lot) of fear over what those visions might mean. And Claire addresses this later in this episode when she’s talking to Kaia while Jody and Donna are investigating the ship. So I’ll get back to that later… I’m finding it’s really difficult to take this scene by scene…

Claire’s difficulty with Jody “smothering” her while hunting reminds me A LOT of both Dean’s difficulty with John (when Dean first began to break away from blind obedience to John’s every order toward the end of s1), as well as Sam’s difficulty with Dean. How many times has Sam pulled the “I’m not a little kid anymore, I can do this” card on Dean? Exactly. This growth process hurts, and it’s terrifying, but it’s a give and take on both sides, and Claire and Jody both grow a lot by it. Because it’s not just Claire wanting to prove she’s capable, it’s also Jody’s abject fear of losing ANOTHER CHILD to the Supernatural. She would give anything not to have to relive what she went through with her son in 5.15. And Claire does begin to understand Jody’s point of view, as Jody begins to understand Claire’s. And after Dean admitted to Mary in 12.22 that he’s been both mother and father to Sam most of his life, this exact same dynamic can be applied to his over-protectiveness of Sam. There’s a balance to be found between Claire’s “run in head first” and Jody’s “find the perfect plan.”

Speaking of balance, Alex seems to have found a balance that works for her. It’s been a long time since 9.19 when Jody gave her a foundation to build a new life on, and as Jody said in 10.08 and we saw first-hand in 11.12, it wasn’t always easy. But Alex found a career that makes her happy, and in return she’s happy to help Jody with whatever she needs, be it housekeeping or monsters. She seems… settled. And she confirms to Claire that Jody (and by extension Alex herself) never stopped worrying (or thinking) about Claire even when she wasn’t around. It was a solid confirmation to Claire that yes, she’s still part of their family, regardless. And wow, how many times has this sentiment been expressed in Supernatural? Too many to count.

And Claire and Alex get their emotional baggage handled and properly stowed, and it’s right back to the Big Issue at hand. Where we discover that despite all their differences, they’re both on exactly the same page. Claire suggests searching the hospital database for “rock star aliases” in case Sam and Dean have been injured, and Alex confirms she already searched for practically every rock musician she could think of, “From metal gods to obscure hair bands.” And of course “obscure hair bands” makes me think of poor old Vince Vincente and Ladyheart back in s12. Their third album wasn’t terrible… :P

Incredibly enough, a new search for Jane Doe leads Claire to find Kaia in that very hospital (and heck, is it Sioux Falls General? Aka where Dr. Monsterface worked back in 7.02?) Claire finds Kaia and confronts her about Sam and Dean, and instead of needing to be broken out of “child prison” (10.09 for Claire) or rehab (13.09 for Kaia), they both walk out of the hospital. Except oops… there’s some Bad Things waiting for Kaia outside. She freezes in fear and Claire comes to the rescue… but Jody also came to the rescue, and only working together did they kill the Bad Thing.

Warning that here the Destiel Parallels become impossible to ignore or avoid. They’re just blatantly there, so freaking deal with it.

In the hospital, the first time Claire and Kaia see on another we get increasing close-ups of their eyes. Like… welcome to intense eye contact city. The scene is punctuated with an eerie swooshing sound effect to make it impossible to ignore as A Significant Thing.

Back at Jody’s while Alex goes from Nurse Mode into Monster Autopsy mode (snapping that glove on like a regular Dana Scully), Claire and Kaia have a Bonding Moment outside-- comparing scars. As we pointed out back in 11.15, Dean did this exact same thing while bonding with his childhood idol Gunner Lawless (and yes, not Destiel per se here, but definitely a queercoding of Dean and the exact nature of his youthful infatuation with this wrestler). And the trope started with a scene from Lethal Weapon 3, where Riggs bonded with his wife-to-be in the exact same fashion. And Claire and Kaia’s bonding over this is again shown to us through significant eye contact and smiles, and then beginning to open up about themselves in ways we’ve been told that Kaia never opens up to anyone. At least based off what we know of her from 13.09. This is Significant for both her and Claire, who’s been hunting alone for at least a year now. (like… all the Destiel parallels intended)

Back to the Monster Autopsy… this is so reminiscent of 7.09 for me, as a lot of this episode is. I was half waiting for the monster to sit up and start fighting again just like the monster formerly known as Gerald Browder did in 7.09. But unlike Gerald who’d been human until the “creatures from another dimension” got hold of him and fed him grey goop and turned him into a monster, the thing on the table in 13.10 is… really not even remotely human (and it wore a strange mask anyway, in a season of “masked things” and misidentified things). I even tweeted at one point while watching the first time that the monster’s blood was even visually reminiscent of the TDK Slammer goo. Which is interesting because in 13.03 when we first met Patience, there was a billboard announcing that the TDK Slammer was back at Biggerson’s for a limited time. And isn’t that just entirely amusing.

(also a depressing but necessary side note about 7.09-- the episode ends with Bobby shot through the head by Dick Roman. Dick was a thing that looked like another thing, a thing from “another reality” aka Purgatory in his case. But something that absolutely was not supposed to be on Earth. And of course 13.10 uses a LOT of parallels between Purgatory and The Bad Place. I’ll get to those soon.)

Claire convinces Kaia to open up about what she knows of this strange monster and where it came from, and therefore what happened to Sam and Dean. Kaia was convinced that if Sam and Dean are in the Bad Place, then they’re already dead. Much like Dean was convinced that Mary must already be dead in 13.01 when she was trapped in the War World. And much like Sam was convinced that Dean was already dead when he was trapped in Purgatory back in 8.01. And yet…

Sam and Dean are just having a lil camping trip. Well, Dean’s adjusted SCARY FAST to the Bad Place. I suppose that compared to Purgatory it’s kind of a garden spot. They say they’ve been there for two days already, and they haven’t seemed to have run into anything that’s threatened them. It’s not the sort of 360 degree combat we saw Dean endure in Purgatory anyway. He’s even bothered to stop for barbecue. Well, he’s bothered to trap a lizard and roast it over a fire he managed to build.

Poor Sam, meanwhile, looks disgusted at the mere thought of eating the monster land lizard, and rather uncomfortable in general. In the face of Sam’s uneasiness and insistence that they continue to look for the door back to their universe, Dean maintains his exceedingly practical outlook. “Eat up.” They’ve been there two days, they have no reason to believe the door is even still open, and nobody knows where to look for them. He’s been in this exact same spot before, in Purgatory, and learned very quickly there that you do or your die. There’s no point wasting energy fretting about it. I think it must be a switch he can just flip at will at this point, into Purgatory!Dean. We saw it in 12.15. We’ve seen it a few times since s8, actually. It’s unsettling, but it’s practical. It’s how you survive.

When the monster closes in on their little campsite, Dean takes his roast lizard on a stick to go. Unbeknownst to Sam and Dean, something human-shaped has been following them. They’ve seen nothing to raise their suspicions that it might even be a possibility that anything human-ish lives in that world, or that anything might pose a threat to them aside from the giant monster they keep hearing. They’ve been there just long enough to shift their priorities on what to keep their attention focused on that just by waiting them out, Darth Kaia is able to sneak right up to these two men who at ANY other time would’ve been on high alert about being followed. Like in 8.13 Dean had his “gay thing” with Aaron following him around, and Sam had “something stuck to my shoe,” aka their code word for “I’m being followed.” They have a LONG history of being hyperaware of their surroundings, so it took some kind of patience for Darth Kaia to wait them out like that.

Patience has a crisis of normality after watching the monster autopsy. She’s not sure she can handle the hunting life, and it’s Alex who convinces her to stay. Which is incredible because this was Alex’s crisis back in 11.12 when her own history caught up with her at a time when all she wanted was to be normal, to go to school and have a boyfriend and maybe go to nursing school. She didn’t want anything to do with monsters or hunting, as she and Claire talked about earlier at the hospital, but she’s found a balance that she can live with. She knows she can truly help Jody by helping with the hunting stuff when she can, and that it doesn’t have to be her entire life like it is for Claire. She can do both! And she also knows her limits. Alex isn’t a fighter for the most part, and Patience doesn’t have to be either. They can each have an important place there, though. “We help in other ways.”

As Patience is packing her car to leave, she has another vision of Jody’s house being overrun by monsters. Claire wants to stay and fight, but Patience argues back that they can’t win. And hooboy this is a fascinating parallel to 3.12, in about six different ways. RIP Victor Henriksen. Patience laying down the truth to Claire, and then using an interesting bit of technology to demonstrate the truth of the situation, much as Dean laid the truth out for Victor and Sam used an interesting bit of technology to trap and exorcise a gaggle of demons all at once.

For Sam and Dean, 3.12 also marked one of the points in the show where they were officially declared legally “dead.” It was a turning point for them, which in a strange way freed them up to do their jobs more effectively with far less concern over interference from human authorities, so they could focus on the monsters. In a way, this moment functions in a similar fashion for Patience, not that she’s going to be cut off from society as drastically as Dean and Sam were, but as a liberation of sorts, and an affirmation to herself that her visions are as important to the group as Claire’s fighting skills or Alex’s nursing skills. They all have a role to play. This just helps her find her way to it.

In some ways it’s also reminiscent of 3.15, and the trap Dean left for Bela at their motel, similar to the trap Aragorn helps the hobbits lay for the Ringwraiths in Bree. These monsters aren’t so much fooled by a trap, or decoy bodies left in beds, but they do arrive to an empty house while their quarry has managed to flee. I think this tactic has been used elsewhere in Supernatural, but since I’m just about at the halfway point of the episode and this essay is already nearing 3500 words, I figure I should probably try to be more concise...

Me… more concise. Talk about your freaky AU scenarios…

Whatever. Claire watches the monsters tear up Jody’s house via webcam, and she gets a sudden, shocking, undeniable lesson in the reliability of Patience’s visions, which brings to bear the full weight of the vision that brought her home in the first place, and the reasons that Jody was so terrified for Claire’s safety. For the first time all day, Claire is rattled. It’s one thing to go through life as a hunter knowing how hunters typically end up (and hello all 39 iterations of Dean’s “point of a blade or barrel of a gun” speech), but to know specifically how you’re going to die is entirely different. This was s3 Dean with the ticking clock to Hellhound Day. This was Sam during the Hell Trials.

And enter the D-Train. The ray of sunshine so chill that butter doesn’t melt in her mouth. And like the monster that signalled her first REAL introduction to the supernatural back in 10.08, Jody introduces her as someone who’s killed a lot of vampires. To think Claire wondered when they all became huggers before… “You too, Rainbow Brite. Come on, bring it in.” Donna brought the hugs. And the angel wing imagery behind her in this scene, combined with her nice tan coat. She’s our angel; our sunshine, as it were. And armed to the teeth (just the basics, because she’s from Minnesota).

Alex proves yet again that she’s an excellent Sam parallel, using the phone and Kaia’s vague clues to find the exact location where the rift opened. Please oh please let Alex have the same sort of Magical Wifi that Sam does. :P

When Jody and Donna leave to investigate the shipyard, Jody has Claire stay behind to protect the other girls, much like John used to do with Dean, ordering him to protect Sam. I mean, it has nowhere NEAR the sort of ick factor to John doing that in the flashback scenes in 1.18, for example, but there has been a consistent implication throughout the series that it was a constant state for Dean, and thank HECK this dynamic between Jody and Claire is shattered by the end of this episode.

Jody’s actually surprised when Claire agrees to stay and protect the other girls without much of a fight, because of what Patience’s vision might mean for her, as I mentioned above.

Donna asking who knows how to use a flamethrower… honestly Dean would be jealous. He and Sam have always had their jury-rigged camping fuel flamethrowers when they’ve needed literal firepower like in 3.02 and 4.05 among others.

Speaking of Sam and Dean, back in the Bad Place, Sam’s finally figuring out that they’re in an entirely different universe, and Dean’s annoyed by how muddy it is. Which was a rather hilarious reversal of Sam’s reaction to stepping in horse poop the moment they landed in Sunrise, Wyoming in 1861 way back in 6.18. Sam complained about the state of his boot, and Dean was all excited because AUTHENTICITY! But he’d been wearing his lil cowboy costume at the time, and we know how much Dean loves cowboys, despite the fact that he was far less enamored with “authenticity” and how much germier it was than he’d been expecting… but once he adapted his expectations back in 6.18, he kinda stepped right into the role of sheriff, just like he’s able to adapt to Purgatory and to eating monster lizard despite the germiness factor. He’s a delightful but thoroughly consistent bundle of contradictions, and I love him.

Enter Darth Kaia, who catches them entirely unaware and off guard. They were entirely convinced that the only potential danger to them in this world was whatever huge thing they kept hearing in the distance. They hadn’t run into any of the creepy Monster Autopsy critters that constantly plagued Kaia in The Bad Place, and after two days, it’s entirely understandable that they would begin to let their guard down at least a little bit. Heck, it’s like Westley and Buttercup in the Fire Swamp, except nobody ever told them about the ROUS’s. When Darth Kaia sprang out of nowhere at them in full-on kung fu attack mode with a spear, they were honestly lucky to survive. They’d been flung as far from the portal into that world as Kaia was flung out to that abandoned roadside where the ambulance found her and had picked a random direction to wander in search of a portal the size of a party streamer in an entirely foreign universe. A portal they weren’t entirely sure was still there to find in the first place. Everything about their situation had them on their heels for once, even more so than Purgatory did for Dean (where he was at least expecting to be attacked from the moment he landed, by a pack of red-eyed monsters he later referred to as “gorilla wolves” in 8.02). And funny that the Big Monster in the Bad Place has a skull that vaguely resembles a gorilla, and the smaller red-eyed monsters were scripted as “Canids,” aka “dog-like monsters.” Again, in so many ways, The Bad Place is similar in design and function to Purgatory.

Back at the abandoned shipyard, Jody and Donna find the Impala and know they’ve found the right place. They find the melted angel blade and scorched angel wings from 13.09, as well as the portal, but encounter a very large pack of the “Canids.”

Claire and Kaia have another heart to heart reminiscent of some of Dean and Cas’s conversations. Claire expresses some of the same sorts of self-doubt and fear that Dean did at the end of 4.16 while lying in the hospital bed, telling Cas it’s too big, and he can’t do it. But Claire feels she can’t stand back and let others handle this alone. Kaia encourages her with, “If you go, I’ll go with you.” And how many times have we heard Dean and Cas offer this to each other? Very recently in Dean’s offer to accompany Cas to his angel meeting in 13.07. But also highly notably in 11.23 when Cas offered to go with Dean to face Amara. In situations large and small, they have offered to go with each other. But unlike the majority of Dean and Cas’s I’ll go with you’s, Claire accepts Kaia’s offer. They DO stand together. They ACCEPT the help and support. (Can we please have this gradually begin to happen with Cas and Dean? I mean, even something small like Dean running out to pick up pizza or something, and Cas offers to go with him, and Dean’s like YES GOOD I WOULD LIKE THAT.)

“Maybe together we can save them.”

Meanwhile at the rift, Donna wants to go back and tell the girls they found it, but Jody is ready to go into the rift alone. “If I don’t, she will.” She knows Claire would run into danger to do what she believed was right. That’s how you save people, after all. But here we see into what’s motivating Jody to protect Claire from danger-- “I can’t lose another child.” And I know I mentioned this about 3k words ago, but the Canids pose an immediate threat and Jody is forced to turn back from running headlong into the rift the way she was trying to prevent Claire from doing. This motivation to self-sacrifice to save someone else-- a child-- is what motivated John’s deal with Azazel in 2.01 in exchange for Dean’s life, and what motivated Dean to sell his own soul in 2.22 in exchange for Sam’s life. Jody’s only saved by circumstance, but it gives her a chance to step back and reevaluate that choice, and to see Claire clearly, to let go of her need to protect Claire at all cost.

Back in the Bad Place, Sam and Dean come to tied to a couple of trees in a foggy forest. I feel like yelling, “I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!” because this feels just like 1.11. Instead of being sacrificed to the scarecrow, they’re being sacrificed to the Kaiju.

Meanwhile Claire has tried to call Jody, but when Jody doesn’t answer, Claire goes immediately into Concerned Mode. All four girls unite immediately into “Together we can save them” mode. And it’s beautiful.

Donna and Jody take refuge in an abandoned car aboard the ship, lying across the front and back seats in a configuration identical to the way Sam and Dean slept in 11.04-- the Winchester Motel. But instead of a cooler full of beer, Jody and Donna have a swarm of Canids trying to figure out how to get at them.

(wherein we discover that Canids are really not the smartest monsters…)

If they make a run for it, they’re dead, but if they stay put they’re dead too. Kinda feels like a situation typical of Supernatural, yes? What they need is a miraculous intervention.

*enter the flamethrower*

And Claire is so chill and competent with her flamethrower that it brings a smile to Jody’s face. And in that moment she might still hate the whole idea of it, but she knows she’s gonna let Claire go through that portal without too much fuss… especially after she realizes that the portal is shrinking. Claire tries to run through it and Jody holds her back, though not to stop her. To tell her she knows. Jody understands. As much as Claire needed to save Sam and Dean, Jody needed her to know that she understood.

Donna, ray of sunshine and weapons training officer. OKIE DOKE, HERE YA GO. and then “Oh there he is! Hiya, buddy!” When there was just ONE Canid, but Donna absolutely does not lose her cool when she sees it’s a veritable swarm of the things coming at them. Bless. “Okie doke” reminded me so much of that security guard in 2.12 that Dean liked because he said “okie dokie.”

Kaia knows right where Sam and Dean probably are in the Bad Place, just from the sound of the Kaiju monster. Claire shows up and cuts Sam and Dean free in a circumstance reminiscent of Sam showing up to cut Dean and Emily free in 1.11.

At the portal, Kaia shoves Claire out of the way just in time to save her from Darth Kaia’s spear, and instead she takes the spear wound to her own side. Need I even bring up all the Fisher King symbolism here that was so incredibly prominent in s12 surrounding Cas? The comparison has already been made to Ramiel stabbing Cas with the Lance of Michael, but it wasn’t just that one episode that draped Cas in Fisher King/Wounded King parallels. I believe many of those also apply to Kaia…

As she lay there dying, she reaches out and grabs hold of Claire’s hand while Sam and Dean have drawn their angel blades to stand off against the now apparently disarmed Darth Kaia. Except that’s when the Kaiju shows up…

Claire ignores her own safety in the face of that much larger threat, and charges at Darth Kaia in a fit of rage/grief over Kaia’s apparent death, and Dean has to grab her and pull her through the portal just as it snaps closed. Cue the parallel to Dean dragging Sam away from Jess’s burning bedroom ceiling in 1.01, and Sam pulling Dean through this exact same sort of portal in 12.23 when he was struggling to run after Cas.

Meanwhile Patience struggles to understand the vision that brought her to Jody’s in the first place-- Claire’s “death.” The editing of this scene is spectacular-- cuts between Kaia’s body in the Bad Place, Claire in Jody’s arms both in Patience’s vision and in reality, and Patience herself putting all of these pieces together. Death, life, and what she believed was a death was actually profound grief… and again this has been a theme of s13 through Sam refusing to grieve for Mary and his belief that she was not only alive but that they could save her, Dean’s grief over Cas’s death that he believed was permanent, to the point he’d lost all hope for anything and was ready to die in 13.05 until Death herself told him he still had work to do.

Whatever the truth of what’s happened to Kaia, there is absolutely work to do here, as well.

Dean says “I tried talking to her.” Not “we” but “I.” He’s beginning to use the proper words here. This issue has been going on for a loooong time, where Dean phrases things in terms of “we,” such as in 11.23 during the infamous Beer Run, telling Cas he’s like “our brother,” and always couching his feelings as inclusive of Sam as well. This was nicely lampshaded in 12.20 by Max Banes calling Alicia out on her attempt to do the same thing, and in 13.07 Dean FINALLY told Cas “I’ll go with you,” instead of “we’ll go with you.” The fact that Dean is talking about himself like this regarding anything even in the same arena as emotional issues is just… fantastic all around.

Claire feels responsible for Kaia’s death, after promising to protect her. She feels she failed, and that that was the reason Kaia was killed. Jody doesn’t dismiss any of Claire’s feelings or try to talk her out of them (the way Sam and Dean have done for, like, ever), only offers her unconditional support whenever Claire’s ready to accept it.

Cleaning up after the Canids tore up the house, Patience has a lil moment of shock over the fact she killed a monster. Donna smiles knowingly and Alex chuckles and says, “Welcome to the family.” Like Claire said in the cold open, “I kill monsters, that’s who the hell I am.” Well, that’s what this whole family is. They save people and they kill monsters.

Darth Kaia has opened a rift to our world, in the middle of a park reminiscent to the place where Mary turned up in 12.01… opening about a million other mysteries along with that rift.

I know I didn’t cover all the parallels. That probably wouldn’t be possible considering how many times the show has looped back around on itself thematically and narratively, but I think I hit all the big ones here. Now how the hell do I even begin tagging this?

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#spn 13.10 #wayward sisters #destiel #dreamhunter #parallels #too many episodes to tag them all #the fisher king #kaia nieves #claire novak #patience turner #alex (mills)#jody mills #i fudging love sheriff donna #the tropes are hungry #i'll probably come up with some more tags for this eventually >.>#heaven hell purgatory and the empty #alternate universes in canon #‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ヽ(°□° )ノ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵#there that covers my feelings on trying to tag this :P

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The Battle to End All Battles

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: A prophecy threatens to ruin the reader’s life. Will she give in to destiny? Or will she and Sam fight fate together?

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of blood, some fluff, language, mentions of a car crash, descriptions of injuries, violence, major character deaths.

Word Count: 5,225

Song: Walking The Wire by Imagine Dragons

A/N: It’s finally done! I started writing this right before Dangerous so it’s been in the works forever. I can honestly say I didn’t do the song justice. This was not what I planned, my inner angst took over and here we sit. I know it’s really long but I hope you like it and please feel free to leave some feedback.

“I should be going with you.” Your voice was quiet but your words still rang throughout the room.

Sam’s hand froze as he was reaching for his bag. “It's a simple salt and burn, Dean and I will be back in a day, maybe two.”He tried to keep his voice casual but you could hear an underlying tension.

“This is about what happened on our last hunt isn't it?” You folded your arms as you watched Sam resume packing.

“No, Dean and I just felt like we needed a hunt together. You know, some brotherly bonding time.”

You scowled at him. “Brotherly bonding time, really? You of all people know what it feels like to watch the person you love walk out the door and have to sit around and wonder if they'll come back.” You paused trying to gather your thoughts. “When your gone, I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. And if I even dare to think that you may never come back, I feel like I'm drowning, like I'll never see the sun again.” You wrapped your arms around yourself trying to stave off the wave of emotions trying to overwhelm you.

Sam turned towards you, regret written on his face. “Y/N I do know.”

“Then you should stop lying to me and tell me the truth.” You interrupted him. “I thought we had gotten past this Sam. The lies and the mistrust. We've both made mistakes and we both live a dangerous life. But never forgot before you came along, I was almost as well know as you and your brother. I am one of the best hunters out there and I know you're trying to protect me from something.” The guilt in Sam’s eyes gave him away. “Sam we always said we'd do things together. That no matter what it was, we'd face it together. Please don't take that away from me.”

Sam quietly sat down on the bed. “A bounty of sorts has been placed on your head.” Sam’s voice cracked with emotion.

“This wouldn't be the first time.” You joked, but Sam didn't laugh.

“This is different. Every demon topside is hunting for you. And they will stop at nothing until they find you.”

“Again that's nothing new. Is that really why you're trying to protect me because I can handle that Sam. I'm not fragile.” You sat down next to him. “I can take whatever comes because I know that you'll be fighting right by my side.”

Do you feel the same when I'm away from you? Do you know the line that I'd walk for you? We could turn around or we could give it up But we'll take what comes, take what comes

“There's more.” He turned and took one of your hands in his. “The last hunt when the demons took you prisoner, Dean and I got some intel. There's a prophecy. No one knows who made it or where it came from, but, somehow Lucifer determined you’re a crucial part of it.”

“It gets worse, doesn't it?” A pit of dread was beginning to form in your stomach.

Sam took a deep breath, obviously steeling for his next words. “There's a woman in the prophecy. It is said that she will either bring victory to the evil or she with bring its final and ultimate destruction. Lucifer knows this and for whatever reason he has determined that woman is you.”

“No! He's wrong.” You yanked your hand from Sam’s. “I don't care what some stupid prophecy says!” You shouted as you stood back up. “Yes I will fight to stop Lucifer until my dying breath but I'm not some pawn that decides the fate of the world.” Your words were frantic as you tried to ignore the truth you saw in Sam’s eyes. It couldn't be true. You were nobody when it came to the cosmic scale. If the prophecy had been talking about Sam or Dean you wouldn't have doubted it. But you, you were nobody. Pacing back and forth you tried to calm down.

“We can stop this, Dean and I are already working on a plan. I won't let them take you. I don't care how many demons come. I will die before I let them take you. I remember how it felt when I realized they had taken you and I never want to feel that again. I failed you then, I can't fail you now.” Shame and sorrow was obvious in his voice.

“Sam stop.” You crouched down in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “You didn't fail me. It could have happened to anybody it wasn't your fault.” Sam’s hazel eyes met yours. Your heart ached as you saw the pain in his hazel eyes. “I'm just upset that you didn't tell me.” Your voice was soft, but full of reproach. “I know you did it to protect me, but this is so much bigger than that now. You can't protect me from this Sam. They're coming and if this prophecy is true and I am that woman, then I am the key to our victory. I can't hide, and I can't run away. I have to face my fate head on. I just hope I face it knowing you stand by my side.”

Oh the storm is raging against us now If you're afraid of falling then don't look down But we took the step oh we took the leap And we'll take what comes, take what comes “Always. Never doubt that.” Sam’s words rang with truth and sincerity.

“Good. I'm glad we got that all figured out.” You stood up quickly trying to appear as if Sam's revelation didn't bother you. “So about this hu-”

“Hey Sammy what's the hold up?” Dean peeked his head in the door. Upon seeing you he gave Sam a knowing smirk. “Never mind.” He quickly made his exit a chuckle sounding from the hall.

“Dean wait.” You called out to him. Dean reopened the door a moment later. “He told me.” You gave him a meaningful look.

“I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it from her.” Dean teased his brother.

You tapped your foot pretending to be annoyed. “I'm standing right here. You're just lucky I like you.” You glared at him. “Don't think I've forgotten that you also hid this.” Sam snorted from behind you. “Shut it, you're not off the hook either.” You spun around and glared at Sam.

“Well as much as I'd enjoy to be a part of this lovers spat. Sam and I need to head out.”

“I'm coming with you.” Dean started to protest. “Either you let me come with you, or I leave on my own. It's up to you two.” You looked smugly between the brothers.

“Fine.” Dean grumbled as he stalked out of the room.

In your moment of victory you did a happy dance until you turned and saw Sam’s face. So many emotions played across his face. Fear, love, sorrow, agony. You could see he was trying to hide it, trying to put on the brave face he always did but you could see right through it.

Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here

Walking back over to him you laced your fingers through his as you sat beside him.

“We'll make it through this. We always do. No matter what we've faced and what we've come up against, we always make it.” Your words were meant to offer comfort but instead they only seemed to agitate him further.

“I don't think you get this. This is Lucifer we're talking about.” Sam’s eyes looked haunted. “He will never stop hunting you. And when he finally catches you either he will turn you to his side or kill you.”

“You're right. But if that is truly my fate, my destiny, then there's no escaping it. You of all people know that.”

Sam flinched at your words. “When I think of the things he would do to you, I feel sick. He would punish you just to hurt me.” The fear rolling off Sam was almost palpable.

“Then we won't let it happen.” Determination raced through your veins.

“You’re right we won't. And if you hadn’t been so inquisitive it would have been so much easier. I never should have told you.” Sam looked away from you, refusing to even look upon you.

You jerked back, your head spinning. Sam would have rather lied to you than come forward with the truth? “How could you saw that?” Your words were strained as you tried to keep a hold on your temper.

Sam stood up his back to you. He seemed like he wanted to say something. Instead he just walked away.

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire “I thought we were in this together!” You shouted at his retreating back. Sam just kept walking, never bothering to look back.

Clenching your fists, you tried to hold back the tears that were burning at the back of your throat. If Sam was really willing to walk away from you like that, then he didn't deserve your tears. He didn’t deserve the pain that filled your heart, and the ache that tore through your soul. And yet, you still felt it all. And the tears you so desperately wished away still fell. In your heart you would always love him no matter what. But that didn’t mean you wouldn't do what you needed to.

Standing quickly, you left the bunker letting the door slam behind you. You had to do this, not for yourself not even for Sam and Dean, but for all of humanity.

There's nights we had to just walk away And there's tears we'll cry but those tears will fade It's a price you pay when it comes to love And we'll take what comes, take what comes

A storm was brewing. Lighting split the sky open and thunder rumbled dangerously. It was the perfect background for what you were about to do. “I'm here.” You yelled into the sky. The wind howled in response grabbing the ends of your hair whipping them against your face. “I know you can hear me.” You screamed as the wind continued to howl.

Lightening flashed, and then the blonde archangel stood before you. “Well, well well, it took you long enough.”

“Yeah well it took a little while for me to get the memo.” You said with forced bravo.

“So Sammy didn't tell you, how does that not surprise me?” His smile was cold. “Speaking if which, where is my vessel? I'm sure he and his brother are somewhere around here.”

Your cool exterior began to crack as you thought of your last conversation with Sam. “They're gone.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes in amusement. “Sure they are. Now let's get past all the lies and get to the fun part.”

You glared at him, hating him for what you were about to do. “They betrayed me. Once they found out about the prophecy, they turned on me. Sam and Dean Winchester are as good as dead to me.” Every word felt like a knife to your heart but in some ways you knew they were true. Except you were the one betraying them. You would probably never see either of them again.

Lucifer must have seen something in your eyes because his demeanor instantly changed. “So you've come to your senses. Smart girl.” He stepped closer to you, and you couldn't help but marvel as you noticed that the angel was bone dry even though it was pouring rain. “I can make your stay very pleasant, my only condition is that you don't fight me.” He stood right in front of you, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing.” You tilted your chin in defiance as you looked up at him.

A laughed escaped his lips, mocking and cold, yet all the same amused. “It is rare that I find a human so willing to stand up to me, I find it rather refreshing.” He ran a finger down your cheek. “I think we are going to enjoy getting to know one another.” He cold breath brushed the side of your neck as he whispered in your ear.

Revulsion filled you, and it took all your strength not to jerk away from his touch. You had to do this and there was no going back. “I was born to do this. No man or angel will keep me from my destiny, and if the world has to pay for that, so be it.”

At your words, the storm around you grew more intense. The wind began to howl even louder and the rain lashed at you. Lightening bolts struck everywhere around you and as the light reflected off of Lucifer’s eyes you could see a victorious gleam hidden within their depths.

Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here

Three weeks. Three long horrific weeks since you had last seen Sam. Since the night you gave yourself over to Lucifer, you had basically been a prisoner. A prisoner locked up in a pretty cage. For the most part you had been all alone, Lucifer had dropped you off in an extremely lavish mansion and you hadn’t seen much of him since. He dropped by every once and a while, ranting about how you would help him take over the world and rule by his side. But other than that?you saw no one, you just spent your time thinking. Thinking about all the wrong decisions you had made in your life, thinking about Sam and wondering how he was, thinking about how you were now a traitor to your own people. What you did was for them, but they would never understand or know that. In their eyes you had willingly given yourself over to the enemy and there was no coming back from that.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Sam thought of you. In the last three weeks you had tried your hardest to not think of him, but your mind always seemed to wander in his direction. Sam probably hated you, in his mind you had commited the ultimate betrayal. You’d run to the monster that had tormented him and his family for so long. There were so times you had thought about calling to explain yourself to him. But you couldn't risk it. Lucifer was going to make his move any day. The last time you’d seen him he had hinted that he would be moving ahead soon. You didn't know his plan and you didn't know where you fit into it. Just that he was banking on you to win it all.

Your entire plan had failed. You’d thought that if you gained Lucifer’s trust, you would be able to get his plan. No such luck, the only thing left for you to do was to escape. At least then he wouldn't be able to use you in his plan. All of this was easier said than done. Demons guarded the mansion day and night making it nearly impossible for you to escape.

As you sat alone in your elaborate bedroom. You watched as the sun sank below the horizon taking all hope of every leaving with it. There was no way out, in the coming days you would be Lucifer’s weapon. The weapon that would destroy the world.

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire

As the last beam of light disappeared, leaving the sky the strange purple that comes right before darkness, there was a soft knock on your window. Rushing to the window, you pushed aside the sheer silky curtains, revealing a face you thought you’d never see again. “Sam?” You cried out in joy.

Sam pointed at the window locks, reminding you that he was still locked outside. With nimble fingers and a practiced flick you had the locks opened in record time. Pushing the window up, you grabbed Sam’s hand and helped pull him in. “You’re really here…” You dropped his hand and drank in the sight of him before you.

Sam’s eyes burned into yours. So full of emotion they seemed to overflow. “Y/N…” Sam wrapped you in his arms and pulled you in for a searing kiss. “I never should have walked away.” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy.

“And I never should have given up. I’m so sorry.” Tears filled your eyes as shame filled you. As day after day passed, you had kept telling yourself that what you’d done was to save people. But in all reality it was because you were childish and angry.

“As much as I hate to break up this reunion we gotta go.”

“You brought Dean with you?” You stuck your head out of the window and looked down at a very annoyed Dean.

“How else do you think I climbed up here?”

“Oh.”

“Come on we gotta go.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you to the window.

“Uhhh, how are we supposed to get down?”

“Jump.” Dean answered before Sam could.

“Jump?” Your voice came out as a squeak.

“I’ll catch you I promise.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“You’re insane.” You muttered as you climbed over the ledge of the window. “If I die because of this I will come back and haunt you.” With those words you jumped and as promised Dean caught you.

“Told you.”

“Whatever. How’s Sam gonna get down? Are you gonna catch him to?”

“Yeah no. He can come down the way he went up.”

As Dean was speaking you watched as Sam climbed out of the window. You held your breath as he quickly scaled down the wall using the niches in the brickwork as handholds.

When Sam was safely on the ground, he grabbed your hand and started running. Dean followed close behind as the three of you fled the mansion grounds. Not far from the open gate was the Impala. You never been so happy to see that car in your life. As you quickly got in and listened to the engine rumble to life, you realized you were truly free. Resting your head on the cool leather of the seat, you watched as the mansion disappeared into the distance. Your once gilded cage gone.

“How did you guys pull that off?” Ever since you had made it to the car that question had been nagging at you.

“Crowley got some of his demons in place as your gaurds. And when the time came they were all conveniently occupied.” Dean explain as he glanced up in the rear view mirror.

“Huh.” You were sure that came with a hefty price tag but now was not the time to ask. For now you would just relish your freedom.

“So do you wanna talk about what happened in there?” Sam turned around to look at you.

Sighing you explained to him and Dean everything that had transpired in the last three weeks. As your story was done the only sound in the car was the engining rumbling. Both Sam and Dean seemed at a loss. “I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry. I did this. I was angry and stupid.”

Silence continued to fill the car. It stretched thinner and thinner as minutes tick by. Finally Dean spoke. “Y/N we-“

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, the sound of crunching metal, and moments later your world was turned upside down. The car rolled over and over again until it finally stopped on its roof.

So look out down below Look out down below Look out down below Walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below

Both Sam and Dean were unconscious. “Sam? Dean? Come on you gotta wake up.” Your words were a shout in an attempt to rouse them. Neither responded. “Damn it.” Reaching for your seat belt with one hand and bracing the other against the roof, you removed the belt falling into a cramped, uncomfortable position.

“Shit.” You hissed in pain as you touched your temple. When you brought your fingers back they were sticky with blood. “That’s just great.” You muttered as you crawled out of the broken window. Making your way to your feet, you swayed, blood lose making you dizzy. You ignored the sensation and moved to the front of the car. You had to make sure Sam and Dean were ok. Bending down you checked Sam for a pulse, and to your relief he was still alive. As you began to hobble your way over to Dean’s side a branch snapped behind you. Spinning around terror fillled you as you eyes met angry blue ones.

“Well, well. Looks like Sammy finally came to rescue his damsel in distress. And here I thought you were gonna to follow in your father’s footsteps and make me proud.”

You cautiously stepped closer to him. “I don’t have a father.”

“Oh you actually believe the whole orphan sob story.” He laughed.

“My mother died in childbirth and my father died in a car crash a week later.” You glared daggers at him.

“Come on kiddo think. Connect the dots. Figure it out. I know you’re smarter than you look.” Lucifer folded his arms as him smiled smugly.

You stared at him in bewilderment. He couldn’t mean what you were thinking. There was no possible way. “You… you’re lying.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Turns out your daddy isn’t dead after all.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I would have known.” You murmured to yourself.

“Come give daddy a big hug.” Lucifer opened his arms wide and smiled mockingly at you.

“You’re not my father. You can’t be. I’m not a nephilim. I’m pretty sure I would have noticed crazy world ending powers.”

Lucifer sighed. “That’s your mother’s doing. She had a spell cast on you before you were born. It supressed your powers and hid you from me.”

You couldn’t comprehend it. Lucifer as your father. The very evil you detested and sought to destroy your father. “So the prophecy’s real. I think you know which side I choose.” You jerked your chin up in defiance.

“I see you got my rebelliousness. Once the son betrayed the father and now the daughter will betray the son. I hoped you would come to my side willingly… but I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” His eyes hardened as he sized you up.

Behind you there was a quiet groan and then a thump as one of the boys removed their seatbelt. Glass jingled then crunches as whoever it was climbed to their feet. You watched as Lucifer’s eyes tracked them and seemed to narrow as an evil smile curled his lips. He raised his hand and brought his fingers together in preparation to snap.

“No!” You screamed throwing your arms up in defense. Your word seemed to echo amplified by your anger and pain. Shimmering in front of you was a transparent gold shied. Lucifer snapped his fingers but nothing happened.

“Well done kid. Looks like the spell really did break after all.”

As he spoke the shield faded away. You stared at your hands in wonder. All these years you never knew the power you held.

“Y/N?” Sam’s awe filled voice came from behind you.

Spinning around, relief filled you seeing Sam on his feet. The look on his face told you he had heard and saw everything. “Um is Dean ok?” Sam nodded. “Good.” You turned back around to face your father. He had been strangely silent as he watched you interaction with Sam. “So what now?”

Behind you gravel crunched as Sam walked towards you. You could feel him standing beside you but refused to look at him. “Now, we kick your father’s ass.” He said as he took your hand.

Lucifer actually chuckled. “Never thought you’d have me as a potential father in law did ya Sammy?”

Sam ignored him. His attention was focused on you and you alone. “Why?” You asked quietly.

“Because I’ll always stand by your side no matter what.”

Oh I'll take your hand when thunder roars And I'll hold you close, I'll stay the course I promise you from up above That we'll take what comes, take what comes Love

“How sweet, my baby girl’s all grown up.”

“I’m not your baby girl.” You spit in disgust.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed and waves of anger began to roll off of him. “Fine. Then choose. Either fight with me and we can rule Heaven, Earth, and Hell or die.”

“Hmmm let me think.” You squeezed Sam’s hand. “I’d rather die.”

“I second that.” Dean’s strong voice came from behind you as his stepped beside you.

“So be it.”

The three of you stood as a united front. Ready to strike, expecting the worse. You watched as Lucifer raised his hand in preparation to strike. Before he could you raised your own hand, blasting a concentrated beam of power straight at your father. It was golden just like your shield, and when it hit Lucifer a shriek of pain burst from his lips as his shoulder stared bleeding. You could smell the burning flesh from were you stood and it took all your strength not to gag.

“Hmmm looks like someone’s angry.” His tone was mocking but he couldn’t hide the pain that seeped into his words.

“You could say I have daddy problems.” You smiled smugly as you surveyed the damage you’d done.

“Nice one.” Dean muttered under his breath as he chuckled.

“Laugh while you still can Dean. Because once I’m done with her. I’m going to make you watch as I kill Sammy. Then I’ll grant you the mercy of a slow death.” Lucifer snarled his eyes burning with hatred.

“If anyone’s dying tonight it’s you.” Sam stepped forward.

“Brave words Sammy. Better hope they’re not your last.”

Your eyes swung back to Lucifer. His wound was slowly beginning to heal making you realize killing him was a lot harder than you thought. “All right boys. I’m done playing let’s get this over with. Dad will you surrender peacefully?” Lucifer’s lips curled back in a silent snarl. “Didn’t think so. Welp looks like I’ll just have to kill you. Good times.” You have a small nod to Sam and Dean then turned all your focus to your father.

The boys fanned out and began to circle around Lucifer, forming three points of contact. Both were armed with an angel blade that glinted dangerously in the light.

“None of you are any match for me.” Lucifer’s stance was relaxed as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Arrogance oozed from him as he smirked.

“You forget. If the legends are true, I am at least your equal.” Your lips curled into a smirk of your own. Lucifer’s eyes glinted dangerously. The sky darkened and thunder rumbled ominously. “Why couldn’t you have been happy with what you had? You could’ve have ruled Hell and we wouldn’t have cared less.” You paused weighing your next words. “If there’s any part of you that cares for me then you end this. Just walk away leave Heaven and Earth alone and rule Hell.” As you spoke Sam and Dean began to close in on Lucifer, their daggers raised. You were walking a dangerous line. If Lucifer realized the two brothers were sneaking up on him, he’d no doubt kill them.

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire

Lightening flashed and for a moment you saw an outline of your father’s wings. “I will never stop till I have what is rightfully mine.”

“So that’s it. Power before family. Well done father. I guess we really don’t have anything else to say to each other.”

“Well I would like to give you some fatherly advice.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Work on your distraction tactic.” He snapped his fingers, sending Sam and Dean flying backwards. You watched in horror as they both hit the ground with a loud grunt and then laid there silently. “Now it’s just you and I.” Lucifer again snapped his fingers, seconds later there was a loud snapped and you found yourself on the ground screaming.

“You could have had it all Y/N. Instead you chose them.” He knelt down beside you. “And now you have to be punished for your wrong decision. Because what sort of father would I be if I didn’t punish you?” He snapped his fingers again and there was another loud snap.

Both of your legs were useless, nearly snapped in half. It took everything in you to keep from throwing up as wave after wave of pain smashed into you. “You’re a shitty father.” Rage boiled up inside you, powering a massive wave of energy the radiated outwards from you. The wave hit Lucifer so hard it lifted him off his feet and threw him back several feet. He laid there unmoving for several moments. Glancing over at Sam, you saw he still unmoving. Rage like you had never know filled you.

So look out down below Look out down below Look out down below Walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below

“This ends now!” Power pooled in your hands. Raising your hand, you took aim at Lucifer. Just as you were about to release the massive wave of energy, Lucifer struck you with his own power. Bones snapped, your blood boiled, you were burning from the inside out.

Choking on blood, you released the energy with a scream that sprayed blood everywhere. You didn’t even see the wave hit Lucifer but you heard his screams. The nauseating smell of burnt flesh reached your nose as the wind continued to howl. Turning your head, you realized your father was dead. All that was left of him was a smoking pile of ash where he once stood.

The world was safe. The prophecy fulfilled, now all that was left was for you to die. It wouldn’t be long, Lucifer had done some irreparable damage. You could feel your body shutting down one organ at a time. Your eyes searched aimlessly as your breathing slowed, finally settling on Sam. He was still breathing but he hadn’t moved an inch. His hair fluttered in the wind and your heart ached. Sam would be your biggest regret. You loved him with all your heart and you knew he would be destroyed by your death. His eyelids began to flutter giving you just a smidgen of hope that you’d get the chance to say goodbye. But that was not to be, your injuries were too great. As Sam’s eyelids fluttered open yours fluttered closed. The last thing you heard was Sam’s cry of agony as you finally succumbed to your destiny.

We're walking the wire We're walking the wire We're walking the wire, wire, wire

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