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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years

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Heart in My Hand (15x18 “Despair” coda, Dean-centric, Destiel. post-that scene)

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He was right there.

Cas was telling Dean everything he ever wanted to hear since meeting the angel of the Lord... only each and every word of his confession stabbed at Dean's heart. Because once he finished, there's no more time for them. For him. For any chance of happiness - all that taken away by the Empty. And now he has to carry on.

He tries. Stands, gets in his car and drives where Sam tells him. When he meets with the others, though...

Dean spots them easily, only two people left on the planet besides himself. Standing in the middle of the street, waiting. He rolls to a stop near some crashed truck and an abandoned bag of groceries that spills out the top. Egg yolks oozing into a small puddle, mixing with freely leaking juice burning bright against dark asphalt. Visible even from where he sits inside his car.

With Sam and Jack advancing, Dean crams the rest of his emotions down. Puts on a brave face. What he sees in his rearview isn’t anything like that. Trembling lips. Red, blotchy skin. Wide eyes that look more haunted than an average, Midwestern home. It’s better than how he appeared earlier. And since they’re already here, he must move on. Steeling himself, he exits his car.

“Dean,” Jack starts, glancing from him to his empty car, “Where’s Cas?”

Dean fails, again. “Cas…” He croaks, words blocked by the boulder that wedged into his throat once that black portal of despair vanished. Water traces familiar pathways down his cheeks, Dean steadying himself on his open door. Hisses panicked breaths through clenched teeth. “Cas, he…”

“Oh.” Sam stumbles backwards, news dealing its own damage. Jack stares at Dean, jaw hanging limply. Gaze wet from threatening tears. “Was it…” his brother coughs, regaining his footing, “was it Billie?”

He shakes his head, still not ready to speak. Voice abandoning him like… well.

“Chuck?” Jack asks, inching closer. “Did Chuck make him crumble, too?”

Dean nearly forgot. Chuck… if only. His anger would have a target, instead of hanging around him as if it were a fog. Miasma thick he cannot see past a never-ending reel of those few, long minutes. Cas’s parting message replaying ad nauseum. “No,” he manages, staring at Baby’s roof. “No, he – he sacrificed… to take out… to save…” Gasping, Dean lolls his head upwards. Staring up at an empty sky, sending what’s left of his sentence into the heavens.

Someone approaches, lays a hand on his elbow. There because it hovered over Dean’s shoulder and chose a different path. Dean felt how close it came to fitting over his angel’s mark. Heard a sharp intake of breath after they noticed it, confirming Dean’s suspicion. “Dean,” Sam says – of course it’d be him. He recognizes his little brother’s voice. Especially when he forces confidence through his tone. It lacks, however, as an undercurrent of worry threaded through it. “Dean,” he continues, “what happened?”

First, he searches for Jack. The younger boy leans across from Dean, waiting. Curious. Heartbroken. “He,” Dean whispers, knees buckling under him, “Billie was out for blood and – and we couldn’t stop her on our own. So Cas, he…” Sam’s grip tightens on his elbow, adds another supportive touch to Dean’s armpit. Keeps him standing. Dean thanks Sam by letting his hands stay. “We were dead to rights. So Cas… let himself be happy.”

Jack’s muttered curse resolves a lingering question, whether he knew. Doubly confirmed since Jack draws further attention to himself, slamming his fist on Baby’s roof. Dean doesn’t raise his usual objections. “The Empty,” he says.

“The Empty?” Sam glances between Jack and Dean, “What would… why would the Empty be there? When Cas is happy – what are you talking about?”

“A deal Sammy,” Dean says. Louder, rougher. Shattering the eerie silence of this deserted city scape. “He made a deal with that damned thing, his life for… for…”

“For mine.” Jack tilts his head, brows drawn in such a mirror of his father Dean nearly collapses where he stood. He remains strong. “When I was in Heaven, after I… I died, the first time.” Sighing, he stretches towards them. Extending an empty palm in a gesture of regret. “I’m… I’m so sorry –“

“No.” Dean slides his own hand, taking Jack’s. Squeezes it. Grounding himself further. “I don’t… it’s not your fault. Cas made the deal. He – he’s made his choice. It’s… if he had the chance to go back, he’d still do it. Again and again. That’s who he is.” Dean hiccups, face cracking as his mouth stretches wide, gracing the others with a rueful smile. “Putting everyone’s needs before himself even if it… even if it meant he could never…” He shudders, Cas’s peaceful expression when the Empty struck frozen in his mind. “Too good, Cas was – he was too good –“

“Dean, Dean!” Sam tore Dean away from Jack and Baby, carrying him off to sit on the sidewalk’s curb. Bent him, head between knees, helping him work past growing hysterics. Jack followed them, hovering. Shadow blocking the sun from shining above, casting him in darkness. Thinking this makes Dean spiral further. “Breathe Dean, just breathe.”

It’s stupid. Dean wastes valuable time, their world crumbling all around them. And what is he doing? Crying. Making Sam and Jack comfort him because Dean lost the shovel he usually buries his feelings with. Empty probably taking that, too. It’s stupid. Maddening. Also, completely unavoidable.

Dean wondered if, one day, he might shatter so completely gathering those pieces might prove impossible. He has his answer, at the worst possible moment.

Soon he calms, and Dean can lift his head without flashing back there.

“Dean…” Sam starts, cautiously. Treating Dean too carefully given how far into this war they’re in. “Dean, Cas’s deal… the Empty wanted him happy?” Nodding, Dean waits for the next question. Dreading it. “What… what did he do?”

Sam hadn’t broken down, when they found Eileen’s duffel – and her phone. Recovered best he could and shouldered his pain. Allowed those seconds of grief, then used it as fuel. Whereas Dean drags his suffering into eternity. Mourns his best friend, and their lost potential. A stolen future. Years spent in denial. If he’d taken a chance earlier… at some point. “Cas,” Dean sighs, “he let himself… he confessed…” Explaining it was too difficult, but Sam needed to know. Jack, too. “He loved me, Sam.” Laughing, Dean wipes at his eyes. “He loved me, after all I – he still… he loved me, and that killed him.” Whispering, he repeats, “He loved me.”

Sam’s features shifted, journeying from shock to a pitying understanding. Rubs comfortingly at his back, sighing. “Loving you was what made him happiest?”

“Yeah… it was, it was so simple…” Dean uncurls, teetering, flirting with the idea of lying on his back. He and Jack trade a fleeting glance, Dean checking his reaction. Not surprised in the slightest. Kid’s too damned insightful. “Just admitting it was enough and… and you know what he said? He said he… Cas believed it was something he could never have?” His chest tightens, and Dean scoffs. “I don’t… how could that be – how could loving me be, I’m… how can I be Cas’s happiness? Out of all he could have had, and what he wanted was me – what I… what I thought I could never have.”

“Don’t say that Dean,” Sam admonishes, “you are worthy of having love.”

Shrugging, Dean turns from his and Jack’s heavy stares. Looks at the pooling egg yolk again; focuses on that spreading mess. “Cas said about as much, before the Empty… had this whole speech that I – it felt like I was being peeled away. Called me out for… it all feels so meaningless. Is that what it felt like, with Eileen? Being with someone who can see through you and make all this big stuff seem – well, seem not so big anymore?” Sam agrees, as much. “There we were Billie hot on our heels. Waiting for death, and he spits out the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I almost forgot what was going on. It was just him and me… him seeing – seeing me. And you know what I did? Not a goddamn thing…”

“Dean…”

“I could barely speak, I – I was so scared,” Dean admits, “if you’d’ve been there Sam, the look of – look of finality that was there, alongside the love, and peace, and happiness. I always wanted to hear him say that, couldn’t predict him saying all of that… I would’ve traded it if it meant he’d stay. And I can – I get to have him in the only way we could. But he made up his mind, like with Jack. Took Billie down, and him, too. Leaving me there – alone – that it… when I finally said it back, I was too late.”

They echoed. Hung in the air. Mingled with Cas’s blood on his sleeve and the fresh tears pouring out of him. Shook Dean down to the very core of his being, barely hearing it past the low pitch of static filling his ears. Dean thought those words innumerably before, imagined different scenarios, played pretend in the comfort of his room where no one can see.

No one ever will, now.

“I…” Dean tries saying his truth. It doesn’t want to come out. He continues regardless, “I miss him, Sam. Why do we do this? Hurt everyone we’ve ever cared about? Hell, the whole world’s collateral damage because of us!” Exhausted, Dean gives in. Falls fully off the cliff, lying on the sidewalk. Arms spread beside him while he watches endless blue.

Sam squeezes his knee, “I miss her too. I miss them all.” He stands, adding another shadow. Jack’s advancing, too. Blanketing Dean in a strange temperature. Not cold, still there’s an absence of warmth he notes. “But it’s not on us. It’s Chuck. Always has been…”

“Then is this it?” Dean asks, “One last play, even if it kills us? Even if it can’t bring everyone back?”

“At least we died fighting, then.”

Dean cannot argue with this. He doesn’t feel too inclined to move yet. “For them,” he says, closing his eyes. “This isn’t about us, anymore. It’s about all of them. The world… our family… Eileen and – and Cas.”

Their shadows move. He senses them leave, sunlight returning. Bringing with it more memories. Of how it felt first hearing Cas say it. A natural glow that lit from within. Snuffed in Cas’s next breath, as Billie’s fist pounded on the door, and when the bitterness of Cas’s declaration hit his tastebuds. Dean grasps for that feeling, basking under the sun. Pretends it’s Cas giving him that gorgeous, soul-shattering smile. Encouraging him into his final battle. Telling him it’ll be over soon, he’ll be done, and that he loves him.

He loves him. He loves him. He loves him.

“I love you Cas.”

Dean will rise. Gather what little he, Sam, and Jack have and rush at Chuck until there truly is nothing left. Of this world. Or of them. But that’s later.

Right now, Dean dreams of his losses. Apologizes, one by one, faces blurring together as he starts counting strangers his mind saved for no purpose other than to make him carry more crosses. Never his, though.

Cas’s face shines uninterrupted, clearly, like the sun. There even as everything else fades. In the safety of his mind, where the Empty can’t steal him. In the safety of his heart, that Chuck can’t control. In his hands, wearing Cas’s blood like a badge of honor and pride.

And love.

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simsadventures · 4 years

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My Mysterious Girl

Summary: You are a hunter on a mission to find Azrael’s blade. You find it in an unlikely place, in the hands of the very Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier. When you save him, and then disappear, Bucky does everything in his power to find you and learn about you.

Warnings: SPN x Avengers crossover, swearing, mention of death, mention of supernatural beings, fluff, smidge of angst (you look and it’s gone), more fluff

Pairing: Bucky x hunter!Reader, Dean x platonics!sister!Reader, Sam x platonic!sister!Reader

Word Count: 3422

A/N: So this story was requested my the 🦄 anon, and I know it’s coming a bit late… Sorry for that. I tried to make it better by writing a longer piece. I hope you’ll enjoy the SPN x Avengers crossover. I also combined a little of Lucifer there, the Azrael’s blade and all… I’ve been obsessed for days so I need to have an outlet for that xD

Whole request here: Yay! Alright, so I read a fic somewhere with a Marvel/Supernatural cross over and I love the idea so much. So, I was thinking like reader is a hunter (you can decide if she's a Winchester or not) and she runs into Bucky on a case who's there on a mission. It can be something like she has to retrieve a magical artefact or kill a monster or something, but Bucky's confused about it all and she just mysteriously disappears (because that's what hunters do). So, she disappeared and Bucky tries so hard to find her and like researches (or tries to) everything about the hunting lifestyle because he wants to find her again and like puts himself in harms way. Which of course pisses her off. If you don't want to do it, it's fine as well. I just thought it would be a good idea

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“Oh, come on, Dean. I’m a big girl, and I can handle myself. I know what I’m doing, and I’m very capable of going there alone, and you know it!” You said exasperated because your oldest brother still treated you like a little child. You were now 25, far from a kid, but Dean refused to acknowledge that. And you were getting more and more pissed at him for that.

“Why do you have the need to go on a hunt alone? I’m aware that you’re one of the best in the game Y/N, but I’d feel better if you just waited after the vampire hunt that Sammy and I have in our schedules.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a breath. Your brother could be so frustrating it was surprising that you or Sam haven’t killed him yet. “It’s just an artefact retrieval, Dean. It’s an easy job for me, c’mon. You and Sam can take on the vampires, I’ll retreat the dagger, and maybe we all can rest for a bit before something new comes up.”

Dean seemed to be thinking, and just this little act gave you hope. Dean was usually the guy to dismiss everything without even a thought, so just the fact that he was willing to give this a little time was making you giddy.

It was not that you didn’t like to hunt with your brothers, you loved them both unconditionally. It was more that you could use some alone time. Spending your whole life on the road with your brothers could be fun, but it was also getting a little tiring. Dean wouldn’t let you drive even if it had to kill him. He also wouldn’t change up the music in the car, despite yours and Sam’s loud protests. And Sammy… he was sweet, and all, but Dean was right in one thing, Sam was gassy as hell.

So yeah, you could use some time just by yourself, listening to the music you liked, and not having to share a room with the two snoring idiots.

Dean sighed, and you came back to reality. You painted a pretty picture in your head, and you just hope your brother wouldn’t destroy it.

“Fine! But if anything happens, you call us, or Jody. If you feel like something else might be going down, if it’s not just simple retrieval, you call us. If some other hunters appear, you call us. If-“

“If I see a falling star, I call you, yeah I got it, Dean. I promise I’ll be fine. I’m just getting the blade, and I’m coming back home. I think I could be home in 5 days if everything goes according to plan. I’ll call you from the road and when I got there and then every time I’m not sure about something, or I just feel like it. I’ll be fine, Dean, I’ve been doing it long enough to be able to get one fucking blade.”

Dean smirked at you and pulled you into a bear hug. “I just don’t want to lose you Y/N, that’s all. Please, be careful.”

You kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder. “I will, I promise. But you two as well, ok? I’m not gonna have the time to pull your sorry asses out of trouble when I’m across the whole country.”

Dean rolled his eyes, but the little smile playing on his lips told you that he wasn’t taking you too seriously.

You separated from him and all but ran to your room to get your bags before Dean changed his mind. You only took the essentials, said a quick bye to Sam, who was happy for you that Dean allowed you to have a solo-mission. You also took your notes, trying to get all the information about Azrael’s blade into you.

You were studying it for months now, it being one of the few weapons being able to hurt all celestial beings. You and your brothers hoped that it included Chuck and were determined to find out. It constituted of three parts, and without you even knowing it, you already had one of them with you. The part which was giving it life, looking like a belt buckle. So now two parts remained to get. The actual sword and the key connecting the two parts. You knew that the last part would be the most difficult to get, but you’d cross the bridge when you come to it.

You found traces of the blade in New York City. Weird murders were reported and looking more into it, you and your brothers realised that it could have been the blade. All you needed to do was not to grab it by your bare hands, and you should be ok. Hopefully.

—-

You checked your phone again, trying to see if you got the address right. It was an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn, a really shady looking place, and you weren’t too eager to enter. But you had no other choice. You had to prove to Dean and yourself that you could do this on your own. That you were strong and independent to go on solo hunts when you needed the space. So you sighed, braced yourself and walked towards the building.

Walking in, you tried to be careful, gun in one hand and a light in the other, trodding through the building. You could hear muffled voices from a room in front of you, and you didn’t waste a second. If there were people in the room, and they found the blade, many people could get in harm’s way. And you wanted to avoid that, if possible.

Kicking in the door, you stared at the unlikely image in front of you. In the dark room, which seemed to have served as some kind of an office before, three Avengers were facing you. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, the Falcon, and Bucky Barnes, the famous Winter Soldier. You knew them from the newspaper and the television, never thinking you would actually meet them.

While these men fought the aliens and such creatures, you tried to protect the Earth from its own monsters. You knew that the Avengers encountered a few vampires and werewolves, telling the wide audience about it, which you and your brothers were actually glad they did. Maybe people would be more careful now that it came from the Earth’s mightiest protectors.

You snapped back to reality when a vicious growl left Bucky’s lips. Your eyes found the blade in his hands, gripping it tightly and the bloodlust it called for visible in his blue eyes. You cursed under your breath and made your way toward him. Captain and the Falcon would probably stop you, had they not been occupied by their friend, who was now attacking them.

While they were busy fighting, you sneaked behind Bucky’s back. He was too busy with trying to kill his pals that he didn’t see you coming, and when you jumped on his back and kicked his arm with all your strength, making him drop the blade, he grunted, surprised.

As if a fog was lifted off his brain, Bucky realised where he was and what was going on. Did he really try to kill Steve and Sam just because they made fun of him in the car? They did things far worse than that on a daily basis, and he never lusted for their blood as much as he did a few moments ago. He also realised that there was another person in the room, and the person was currently getting off his back.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, I’ll handle this devilish little thing, gentlemen.” You said and made your way towards the blade, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Who are you, and what is this thing?” It was Sam, holding you with his brows cocked, a perplexed look painted on his face.

“Right. I’m sorry. My name is Y/N Winchester, and I came here for this sword. It’s called the Azrael’s blade, and when misused, it turns the smallest grudge into a bloodlust. And I’m here to take it to safety.”

The three of them cringed and looked at the blade and then back at you. “A what blade? And how do you know about it? This something they teach at schools now or what?” Bucky’s eyes looked like they would fall out of their sockets.

You chuckled and shook your head, all while you put on the special gloves that Cas made for you before you went. You lifted the blade and looked at it from up close, seeing the beautiful simple handle, imagining the embroiled “belt buckle” that was already sitting in the bunker’s storage.

“I’m a hunter, you see? While you take care of Thanos, and shit, I take care of ghosts, vampires, ghouls, and others. And this little guy is one of the few weapons being able to destroy celestial beings, and we could use that right now.”

The boys obviously didn’t “see”, and they kept asking you question after question, trying to get to the bottom of the thing. It was especially Bucky, getting closer and closer to you, until he stood mere inches from you, still listening intently about what you had to say about your job. He was so intrigued he didn’t even recognise when Steve and Sam left eh building, telling him that they’d wait for him at the compound.

You smiled at him, being mesmerised by his whole being. His tall, broody figure called for something deep inside you, but you knew all too well that with your chosen life, and probably even with Bucky’s it would be almost irresponsible to start something you wouldn’t be able to finish.

But when he asked you to go and get a drink with him, you couldn’t refuse.

“So, tell me. Why would you do something so dangerous willingly?” Bucky asked, nursing a beer in his hand. You laughed at him, and when he gave you a confused look, it made you laugh even harder.

“You’re asking me this? Aren’t you doing the exact same thing, just fighting different monsters? I can’t stay away when I know what things roam this planet. I like it enough to want to stay here for a little longer.”

Bucky nodded and kept watching the beverage in his metal hand. He knew you were right, what he really wanted to ask was why a beautiful girl like you was doing fighting gruesome monsters. But he didn’t want to see too forthcoming. So he kept to himself.

“So, why do you still fight the battles which don’t have to be yours any longer?”

He smiled sadly and scooted a little closer to you so that the two of you could have a private conversation in the crowded bar.

“I guess the same thing as you, Y/N. And besides, I’m not good at anything else but being a soldier.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Bucky. I bet that if you wanted, you could do pretty much anything. But I get it. I’m not sure that even if I wanted to, I would be able to choose a different path in my life. We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be,” you said with a smile and bumped into him with your shoulder.

Bucky looked down at you, with sparkles in his eyes. You were the first woman he’s felt comfortable with ever since he woke up from the nightmare he called his previous life. You had some kind of light in you, something he wasn’t able to ignore as easily as he would like to. And the more he thought about, the less he wanted to ignore the chemistry between the two of you.

He realised there has been silence for a bit too long, but also that he wanted it to last a little longer. He bowed down slightly, to be on your level, and when your eyes glanced at his lips and lingered there, he knew you felt the same thing he did.

He closed the space between you and kissed you with all he had. It took your breath away, and you never wanted it to stop. His lips were so soft and plump and felt like literal heaven, or, at least, what you imagined heaven felt like.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your cheek, caressing it in the process, igniting a little fire wherever his skin touched yours. But like all good things, even this must have ended.

You pulled away, panting heavily, your gaze clouded with burning desire. But you needed to stop your thoughts before you went down the road there was no escaping from. You needed to get away from there before you dug an even deeper hole for yourself and your heart. You excused yourself, telling Bucky that you needed to use the restroom.

You felt horrible for doing it, but you weren’t the one-night type of girl, and you couldn’t let yourself fall in love with this famous soldier. Because from what your heart and brain have been telling you the whole night, it wouldn’t be difficult to catch feelings.

You looked at him from the door to the restroom, seeing the smile on his lips and hating yourself even more. But it needed to be done. For both your sakes. You slid into the room and looked at the window at the top left corner. It would be a narrow fit, but you could do that. Your heart gave a painful squeeze knowing what you were leaving behind.

—-

It’s been three months since you ran away from Bucky. That night, he thought you were kidnapped, or something, but the later it got, the more he realised that you probably just ran away from him. Did he say something? Did he do something? Was the kiss too much? Wasn’t it enough? His mind was whirling and the time spent apart from you was doing nothing in soothing his pain.

He liked you. He really really did. And he had the feeling you reciprocated it all. So why would you suddenly disappear?

While thinking about you, he tried to get to the bottom of your job. A hunter. He’s never even heard of anyone like that, and he’s been travelling the Earth left and right. From what you said, he got that it was an insanely important job, protecting people just like he did. But while he did all that was in his power to stop mostly inhumane forces coming here from outer space, or some human scumbags (*cough cough hydra*), you were struggling with something much more unnatural. Almost, supernatural.

He searched the internet, finding cases which you told him about, and getting more mesmerised by you by the second. He needed to find you. You were one of a kind, and he would not waste such an opportunity. Bucky wanted to be happy, searched for happiness ever since Hydra released its claws from him, but until now, he couldn’t find it. And when he finally did, he wasn’t gonna give it up that easily.

Bucky knew himself and knew that if he was good at something, it was tracing and hunting people down. If he thought of you as his next mission, things would be easier, and he could find you that much faster. Which is precisely what he did.

—-

You were lounging in the library, trying to figure out where the last part of Azrael’s blade could be. Whenever you thought about the damn blade, your mind wandered to one specific person, and every time you tried to shut it down. Even though it’s been almost 4 months, you still couldn’t forget about him. The icy blue eyes were the one thing keeping you from relaxing sleep, always appearing in front of you, relentless in their effort to give you as many restless nights as they could.

You still remembered the feeling of his lips on yours, touching your lips unconsciously as your mind went back to your happy place. Gosh! You met the guy once, and he was your happy place? Ugh, get a grip, Y/N! He’s just another guy!

But the little nagging voice at the back of your head told you that he could have been so much more, have you given him the chance to prove it.

Your brothers could see the slight change in you, being much more fidgety and restless ever since your solo trip to New York. They tried not to comment on it, knowing that your temper could get the better of you and things would be flying. But they were worried, you could see that much in their eyes.

Your eyes were roaming the pages of an ancient book sitting comfortably in your lap when you heard a loud banging from the “front door”. It startled you so much that the book fell to the ground with a loud thud. You cursed the whole universe and your brothers for going on a supply run, while somebody was out there, trying to get inside.

You looked at the cameras that were outside and a breath hitched in your throat. Bucky.

You cautiously went to the door, and when you quickly opened them, you poured holy water on Bucky. When you saw that it didn’t burn him (so, no demon), you threw salt at him, which was also not working (no ghost, then). Just in case, you put a silver spoon against the hand that was now getting rid of the salt on his outfit, and when it didn’t burn him (no shifter or a werewolf), you let all of the things go, just standing there, gaping at him.

“You done or do you want to stab me and see if I bleed red, just in case?” Bucky said with a smirk. Thanks to his research, he knew why you did all of the things. And he even expected them, just no without a hello from you and didn’t expect the holy water to be splashed right into his face.

“‘M, sorry. One can never be too careful. What are you doing here, Bucky? Or better yet, how the hell did you find this place?” You stepped away from the door, letting him in your home.

“I’ve been doing this for so long, doll, I can find anyone. One little hunter and her two huge brothers are an easy job for me. Now, to the more pressing question. Why did you leave that night, without even saying goodbye?”

He looked genuinely sad and disappointed, and it made your heart sank even lower. You never meant to hurt him, but you never realised that by trying to avoid your own heartbreak, people could get hurt.

“That’s what we do, you know? I’m not really good at saying goodbyes, and I’m not sure that if I tried, I wouldn’t want to leave ever again. And so I left while I could. I’m sorry,” you said, looking at the floor, finding it suddenly extremely interesting.

Bucky sighed and reached for your chin, lifting it up till you were looking at him.

“I get it. I really do. But I need you to promise me not to do it again. I know that you’re feeling the things I’m feeling, I can see it in your eyes. Let’s try it together, let’s give this, whatever it is, a shot. I think we both deserve to be happy and for me? I don’t think I could be happy with anyone else.”

You tried to find any sign of lying behind his eyes, try to find that he was just joking and he would leave you, just like everyone except your brothers did. But you couldn’t find any of that. His eyes were honest and full of warmth, and you felt yourself getting lost in them.

It wasn’t until his lips touched yours again that you knew exactly what you needed to do.

You pulled away, and Bucky looked at you, shocked and scared. He probably thought he misread some signs and that this wasn’t what you wanted. But when you gave him the sweetest smile, his worries melted away. And so did yours. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had a real choice, and there was no doubt in your mind that the choice you were making was the right one.

“Let’s do this!”

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rouxiere · 3 years

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1x16 - Shadow

- Sam and Dean’s work jumpsuits actually have their names on them. Who’s idea was that?

- “Dad made it by just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork... what was that you did?”

“Our Town.”

“You were good! It was cute.” (Deannnnn ❤️ Also I can just imagine him in the back of the little theater watching Sam with the biggest smile on his face. And imagining Sam’s face when he realizes Dean came to see his play 😄)

- “I talked to the bartender.”

“You get anything? Besides her number?”

Sammy is unimpressed.

- Nicki Aycox!Meg!

- and here comes Dean to make sure Sam doesn’t get too close to anyone

- there’s a joke about Meg meeting Chad Michael Murray and i’m sure that’s a joke for Jared because he was friends with CMM

- Meg tells Dean off for “treating your brother like luggage.” And it’s like she knows the way to Sam’s heart is being all protective over him. It worked for Dean, after all.

Sam looks flattered by it, honestly.

- Sam gets Meg’s number and Dean keeps looking back at them while he’s talking to her. In between throwing back shots.

- Sam tries to tell Dean that something strange is happening but Dean can’t stop thinking about whether or not Sam was complaining about him to “some chick”. “Is there any truth to it, Sammy? Am I keeping you here against your will?” (Kinda fascinating Dean’s against chick flick moments but seems to need constant validation that Sam actually wants to be with him.)

- Sam confirms Meg’s up to something and dean can’t help but make that one last comment about Sam being into her. “So, Sammy’s into bad girls.”

- Sam still think he’ll be able to go back to school 💔

- “Why do you think I drag you around everywhere, huh? Why do you think I came and got you from Stanford in the first place?”

“Because dad was missing. Because you wanted to find the thing that killed mom.”

“It’s more than that, man.” (Deannnnn 😫 That speech from the finale gets better and better rewatching season 1).

- I think this is the first of many times Sam gets tied up and touched without his consent.

- Meg makes a comment about Sam seeing her changing in her apartment when he was tailing her and Dean looks visibly annoyed.

- They find John at their motel room. Dean gets a hug. It takes longer for John and Sam to go in for the hug. John doesn’t want Sam to come with him when he finds Yellow Eyes because he wants to protect him.

- Fucking Jeffrey Dean Morgan. His eyes are so damn expressive and his voice and I just can’t 😫 The way he’s looking at Sam in this scene! This is why Lebanon killed me.

- over all, this is another great ep! Full of lots of jealous!Dean, insight into Sam’s thoughts about hunting (“I’m not going to do this forever”) and we FINALLY see Sam and John interact in person. The case was really unimportant - the demons were just weapons for Meg.

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waywardnerd67 · 4 years

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Only One Bed

Title: Only One Bed Summary: Getting caught in a terrible storm, Dean and (Y/N) are forced to stay the night together. Paring: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1101 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst/Implied Smut Square Filled: Bed Sharing Bingo Card: @spndeanbingo A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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The rain was beating down on the exterior of the Impala. Looking out the windshield, (Y/N) could no longer see the car in front of them. She turned in her seat facing the man who currently was the cause of the fiery rage burning through her veins.

“Don’t you think we should wait out this storm, Dean.” She watched as he gripped the steering wheel remaining silent.

(Y/N) sat back with a huff looking out her window thinking back to the hunt they had just finished. To say it had been a clusterfuck would be an understatement. It should have been an easy salt and burn that turned into a demon flash mob. Caught with their pants down, (Y/N) was pinned down by three demons nearly being killed. After Dean had killed them he tore her a new ass hole for getting pinned down. They ended up screaming at one another while burning bodies and bones.

Dean took the next exit heading towards the motel visible from the highway. (Y/N) waited in the Impala while Dean got them a room. Driving towards the far end of the motel, they grabbed their bags from the trunk and walked into the room.

“Only one bed… of course.” she muttered, setting her bag down to the left side of the bed.

Dean scoffed, “You’re the one who wanted to stop and this is all they had.”

(Y/N) glared up at him grabbing her bathroom items, “Whatever. I’m going to take a shower.”

Before Dean could say anything she walked into the bathroom shutting the door leaning against it. She hated that they were fighting but hated it more when he would treat her like a damsel in distress. As she undressed, (Y/N) took note of all the new bruises forming across her rib cage. Thankfully the dingy motel room had wonderful water pressure and she let the hot water beat down on her for as long as she could stand it.

She stepped out of the bathroom in an oversize t-shirt and sleep shorts. Dean was stretched out on the right side of the bed, resting his head on his arm. His eyes shifted towards her as she walked to the other side of the bed.

“The shower has decent water pressure.” (Y/N) sat on the bed brushing her hair.

He sat up stretching behind him and pulling his shirt over his head. Her eyes traveled down his back as he stood up. Silently, Dean walked into the bathroom closing the door. She let out a shaky breath as she tried to lay back and relax. As she laid there her eyelids fell heavily, exhaustion from the hunt taking over as she fell into a deep sleep.

(Y/N) began to squirm, trying to kick off the blanket, as beads of sweat trailed down her face. When she tried to move she felt something constrict around her waist keeping her in place. Looking down, (Y/N) found a strong, tan arm around her and a soft snoring caught her ear. Her eyes widened realizing it was Dean snuggled up against her.

His arm moved, stretching along her leg. She brushed her fingertips down his arm to his fingers lacing her fingers with his. When she felt him squeeze her hand, she turned slowly towards him. There was a brief pause as the tension between them that had been building up for years now finally broke. Their lips crashing together and teeth knocking against one another.

His hands slid up her as he rolled her on top of him. Dean pulled her shirt over her head as his eyes scanned down her body following his hands. (Y/N) felt her cheeks heating up under his gaze and she averted her eyes down to his bare chest.

Dean leaned up reaching his hand under her chin, “You’re gorgeous. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen…”

She looked into his dark forest eyes seeing a vulnerability she had never seen before from him. Leaning down, she ran her hand through his thick sandy brown hair before pressing her lips to his. The rest of the morning was spent with them exploring each other intimately.

“You know I’m not a damsel in distress, right?” (Y/N) asked as they laid in bed covered only by a thin white sheet.

Dean chuckled, “Of course I do. That wasn’t why I was mad.”

She propped her head up with her hand, the sheet falling down her body, “Then explain to me why you went all macho, he-man on me then.”

Dean pushed himself up to rest his back against the headboard. He ran his hand through his hair. She mirrored his position pulling the sheet up her body once again.

“Isn’t it obvious from what we just did?” his eyes glanced at her as she shook her head, “For fucks sake you’re going to make me say it first, aren’t you?”

A large lump formed in her throat, “Say what first, Dean?” her heart beating rapidly.

“Damn it, it’s because I love you. I’m in love with you and have been since the day I met you.” His cheeks were red and his eyes averted her gaze.

“You love me?” she asked in disbelief a smile spreading across her face.

His eyes snapped to hers, “How could I not? I mean you took out a nest of vamps by yourself saving Sammy and mine’s bacon. You can out drink any man on this planet and you love horror movies more so than I do. Not to mention you’re smokin’ hot especially covered in blood and guts from a hunt. You’re perfect and I don’t deserve someone like you.” once again he looked away from her.

(Y/N) crawled over to him straddling his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you too, Dean.” she then slapped the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed the spot she slapped.

“Dean Winchester, you are a hero. You deserve someone who is better than me, but since you say I’m perfect then I guess you do deserve me. Which is great because you’re the only person I want by my side.” She watched as his lips curled into a wide smile before he flipped her on her back hovering over her.

Leaning down he kissed her deeply, “I think I need to show you how much I love you before we head back to the Bunker.”

(Y/N) smiled pulling his lips back to hers, “I’m all yours.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Safely Mine

Summary: The reader has recently been claimed by her true mate, Dean, and couldn’t be happier. Until he gives her a present that makes her question the Alpha she gave herself to...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Mating Collar (A/B/O Bingo) & Wearing The Other’s Clothes (Dean Bingo)

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, smut (unprotected sex)

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo & @spndeanbingo

“Good morning my little Omega,” hummed Dean when you came down for breakfast in one of his old band shirts, his favorite Led Zeppelin one to be exact. He breathed deeply, smiling as you cut in and stole a piece of bacon off his plate, pressing up behind him on the way to the fridge. “God, you smell like mine and bacon and are wearing nothing but my shirt. Gonna send me into a rut right now, Y/N.”

“But bacon’s so good,” you said. “And your shirts are so comfy.”

“You are so my Omega,” he teased. You got a kiss from him as you got out the orange juice, pouring a couple of glasses for yourselves.

It’d been about a week since you and Dean mated and you hadn’t left the house once. You were glad to take the customary time to spend with your Alpha away from the real world, to be able to just focus on him, have him focus on you. It was quite strange to you the way it had all happened. True mates nine times out of ten knew the first time they saw one another, knew the first time they looked at each other.

But Dean was an Alpha who happened to have that genetic marker in his bloodline that didn’t show that. Not until the claiming was taking place and boy had it made for one epic orgasm. You had always been perfectly happy to be claimed by Dean, whether he was your true mate or not. He was everything you had wanted and more. He respected you, thought you were strong and witty. He wasn’t one of those overbearing Alpha’s and you loved him all the more for it. In a way, you were happy for the months of dating you’d been able to spend together and get to know one another before you made the decision to be bound for life.

“Well, Y/N, I picked you up a little present and I think today would be a good day to give it to you,” he said. “After breakfast, of course.”

“Oh, I can’t wait.”

Dean was excited as he set a box down in your lap after you’d gotten dressed. You peeled off the wrapping paper and looked at the pretty white wood. You gave him a smile as you opened the lid and looked at what was inside.

A mating collar.

Settled into a very beautiful white lined inlay was a simple black collar. You picked it up, no visible markings on the outside, on the inside, D.W. was stitched into the soft plush material.

“I know there are fancier one’s out there but it goes with everything,” he said. You turned to him, still holding the collar up. “Y/N?”

“What is this?” you said.

“Your mating collar?” he asked, an adorable look of confusion on his face you would have melted at any other day. “What’s wrong?”

“You mate me and suddenly I’m what, your Omega bitch?” you said, pushing the collar back in the box and sliding it off your lap. You stood up, Dean shaking his head as you walked to the other side of the room. “If I wanted an Alpha to own me like that, you would have known. I would have found one like that. I am not your object. I’m not just some thing for you to screw when you get horny.”

“I’m not a sex crazed Alpha that treats Omega’s like meat. My best friend is an Omega,” he said, looking at you. “I thought she knew that. I mean have I ever once, once, scared you?”

“No,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm. “Maybe you’re just showing your true colors finally.”

“I only got the thing in the first place for you, so you’d be safe. You realize it gives you even more independence?” he said. “You could walk down the sketchiest alley in the world at three in the morning by yourself and you’d be safe. No one, no one, will mess with you when you wear this, even if I’m on the other side of the planet. I can still protect you this way, sweetheart.”

“You can control me,” you said.

“How is it you know so little about this collar you hate so much?” he said. “I can’t even put the damn thing on you. You have to do it yourself.”

“All it does is signify ownership,” you shot back, crossing your arms. His scent was starting to become worrisome but you were still too pissed off to care.

“Y/N. Back in the day, yeah, it did. It’s the 21st century though, sweetheart. You can’t even buy those kinds of collars anymore. They’re illegal. This one? All it actually does is signify you are mated and have an Alpha so no one better mess with you,” he said.

“Well doesn’t my mark do that, genius,” you said.

“And if it’s dark out? If you have your hood up? If someone doesn’t bother to look for a small, faded mark on your neck? A collar is a clear sign. I didn’t get it to tell you I owned you. I don’t fucking own you just like you don’t own me. All I’m trying to do is protect you when I’m not with you. That stupid collar gives you even more freedom, more freedom than an unclaimed Omega. You don’t have to worry. I thought it’d make you feel safe but if it makes you feel like this, I’ll throw it away and never bring it up again,” he said.

“Good,” you said. Dean closed his eyes but nodded, gathering up the box and the wrapping paper, a pang of hurt rippling through your chest. “Wait.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.

“What do you mean you can’t put it on?” you asked.

“Only the Omega meant to wear it can put it on or remove it. It gives you all the control,” he said. You walked over to the couch, sitting down beside him. “But it makes you uncomfortable so we won’t-”

“I don’t want to wear it at home,” you said.

“No, never. Only in public is normal practice,” he said. “Y/N, I really don’t want you to if it upset you that much though. I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry. You did something to make me feel safe and I’m uneducated to the point where I thought it was bad,” you said. “I thought it was one of those old collars.”

“No, I’d never get you one of those,” he said. “Y/N, please just forget I-”

“I want my collar, Dean. Please,” you said, looking at the box on his other side. “We need to go grocery shopping today anyways. It’ll give me a chance to see if I like it or not. I guess I just thought all those other Omegas around wearing them...I guess I didn’t realize they can be a good thing.”

“We’ll try it today only, okay? Just try,” he said. You felt the tension in him though and grabbed his hand, moving it over your mark on your neck.

“If I hadn’t trusted you, I would never have let you do this. Being mated doesn’t mean we stop getting in arguments and have misunderstandings. It means we work through them and this is me trusting you that you are doing something good for me. Let’s try it out once and go from there,” you said.

“Okay. Just to the store and back.”

You couldn’t stop the audible growl that escaped after you put on the collar in the front entry. You didn’t like how it fit so perfectly against your neck and throat, didn’t like how it somehow smelled like Dean, didn’t like how it made you feel small.

Before you knew it, Dean had walked you back and set you down on the steps to upstairs, running his hand over your head.

“If it’s too much-”

“Just give me a second,” you said, grabbing his hand. “I don’t...I don’t like how it makes me feel weak.”

“Really? I would think it makes you feel strong,” he said. “You get to show off how much control you have, how safe a relationship you’re in.”

You ripped it off, Dean sighing quietly when you put it in his hands.

“Put it on me,” you said, Dean’s eyes darting up to yours. “I know but my instincts are...I need you to put it on me.”

“I can’t though. It won’t let me,” he said.

“Well put it on and I’ll help,” you said. He nodded and put it up, reaching around to where it clasped in the back. For some reason, he really couldn’t get the thing to close, not until your fingers went behind you and did it for him. You both moved your hands away and took a deep breath.

“What about now?” he asked.

“Now...I feel fuzzy,” you said with a nod. “Good fuzzy.”

You stood up, the thing feeling far less restricting, a smile crossing your lips.

“I think I’m okay now. I think your nerves weren’t helping my nerves and it got all...whatever. Let’s go test it out, hm?”

“So,” said Dean when you got home and took the collar off, hanging it up on the coat rack. You set the bags down in the kitchen, Dean doing the same, eyes still on you. “You didn’t seem to mind it, even when I left you on your own for awhile.”

“I actually kind of liked it. There was this huge Alpha, size of Sammy, and he looked like an asshole but the second he saw the collar, he got out of my way without me saying a word,” you said. “I guess it does make me feel safe.”

“Well I don’t want to force you to wear it. If you want to, you can, it’s your choice, always,” he said. “Alright, Omega?”

“I can agree to that.”

One Week Later

“Dean,” you said after the two of you had both come down from some good sex that night. He hummed besides you, turning his head on the pillow. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” he said, hazily looking at you.

“Would you ever want to try the collar in the bedroom? Only on occasion I mean. For something...different,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbows, giving you a soft smile.

“Sure. I mean, I love seeing your mark but yeah, that might be fun. Feeling anxious?” he asked.

“A little. I’d like to give it all up sometime or try to, let you be in control. I get that urge sometimes,” you said. “Instincts.”

“If you’d like to wear it, that’s okay with me,” he said. “I’m a bit beat down there though. Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Sounds like a plan, De.”

“Dean,” you moaned, his knot tugging back against you as he thrust hard and fast. There was no way it was slipping out now though. He had your wrists pinned to the bed, Dean a bit rougher than was normal for him and your Omega hormones were all kinds of happy for it. He thrust again and ripped an orgasm from you, his hips continuing to move at a breakneck speed. He came shortly after, your body still coming down. His arms moved quickly, pinning your wrists under one of his large hands, his other going straight to your clit and rubbing it furiously.

You gasped when another orgasm shot through you, your walls milking his knot for more as he filled you up. You were pretty sure you forgot to breathe, Dean’s hands gently releasing you as he slowed down and rolled to his side, panting with you as he held you close.

“Alpha,” you hummed, burying your face in his neck. “Mmm, make me feel so good, Alpha.”

“Cause your mine,” he said, kissing you gently, trailing a finger down to your neck, rubbing it over your collar. “And I’m yours.”

“I think you liked the collar,” you teased.

“I think we both liked the collar,” he said, moving his hand to the back of it. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Dean,” you said, pulling his hand away before you took it off. You tossed it onto the nightstand and grabbed his hand again, letting it rest back over your mark, his thumb stroking over the spot.

“It makes you feel safe?” he whispered.

“You do,” you said, a flurry of all the happy Alpha hormones in him filling you up as well. “The collar just reminds me of it when you aren’t there. Thank you for getting it for me and helping me understand. I love how much you care, Alpha.”

“You’re my girl. Always care about you, Omega. Always.”

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thedreadvampy · 3 years

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please keep talking abt wrestling. i've kinda fallen into this hole recently and, since you're cool af, I would love to know whatever you have to say about it

Well I mostly watch AEW although I was very into Progress before the pandemic (which is a London-based indie promotion that's also basically the feed source for NXT UK) but idk whether or in what state Progress will come back not just bc of the pandemic but bc this year's wrestling abuse scandals involved a lot of their management and core roster so they've had to really reshuffle.

anyway that's an unnecessarily grim diversion let's talk AEW (I'm a few episodes behind bc I watch on Zoom with my pals and it's easy to fall behind while trying to line up our schedules, we're gonna watch Winter Is Coming tonight)

This blog's opinions are:

Women's wrestling is severely underrated and that's the fault of the promotion not the fans, AEW has a phenomenally talented women's roster with a big fan following but consistently gives them no air time, very little space to develop plots, one match per episode that the commentators half-ignore, and only ever one plot at a time. I love Hikaru Shida, Nyla Rose and Britt Baker as characters but there's a huge women's roster of compelling characters who only ever show up on Dark or for a single bout not tied into any particular plot on Dynamite and it's very wearing. When they launched AEW they made a big deal about equal pay for the men and women's rosters and paying the same regardless of gender and fan status, purely based on card position, but that means absolutely nothing if there's only ever one women's match and it's always at the same mid-card position. Sorry to open on a negative but it makes me so mad that WWE, the company which is notoriously misogynistic and whose director had to be shown Asian schoolgirl porn to accept that the audience would find Japanese wrestlers "sexy enough" to put in the ring, is somehow a better venue for women's wrestling than AEW. like fuckkkkkkkkk just treat the women's roster like you would the men's!!!!

on which note, AEW Heels, the Paid Fanclub For Women Who Like Wrestling, is the most half-assed attempt to court the female wrestling audience I've ever seen (and I watched WWE's Revolution pay-per-view where the line was 'isn't it nice that the men have allowed women to have their own PPV thanks to all the men who made this possible'). like ok I COULD give you money to Be A Female Fan OR, wild concept, you could do more than one women's match per episode on your flagship show and not relegate the women's tag title to YouTube

Relatedly, There's Too Much Wrestling. As you can probably tell from the fact I'm 4 episodes behind on Dynamite, I struggle enough to fit 2 hours of wrestling into my week, but AEW also expected me to keep up with Dark, BTE, and sometimes other side projects? and now also Impact and NWA and sometimes NJPW. and then if I want to recognise big names they're bringing in I would also have had to watch WWE which like. there's even more WWE than AEW. idk I'm a completionist and it's simply not possible to watch All The Relevant Wrestling bc that would be like. 20 hours a week and I have a job and a life and stuff. like I watch AEW Dynamite and BTE and that does me.

this is all very negative but I love wrestling! I got into it a couple of years ago and it's absolutely incredible to me I love the artistry I love the athleticism I love the creativity and the fun people have with their characters. and the reason I gave up on WWE as soon as AEW started up is that it feels so much like the wrestlers are given space to play and to find the stories they want to tell.

MJF is a DELIGHT he's like one of my favourite heels he's so loathsome and so much fun! and there's like a really good consistent emotional core to his overall storyline of desperate insecurity I'm so into it and I'm so hype about when inevitably Wardlow's gonna turn on him. I love the resonance of his relationship with Cody vs his relationship with Wardlow and also the extremely strong gay unrequited love vibes that keep popping up here.

Hikaru Shida is AMAZING I love her. did u know she makes her own ring gear and learnt to speak English pretty much from scratch when she joined AEW a year ago and is now cutting full promos in English? also her facial acting? 😘👌👌👌👌

Sonny Kiss is phenomenal I hope they're on Dynamite more bc not only is she a phenomenal character in their own right but when she started tagging with Joey Janela their in-ring chemistry actually made me LIKE Janela for the first time. also it warms my heart that JR, despite being kind of an old fogey, is regularly correcting other commentators on their pronoun use and vocally acknowledging that Sonny is nonbinary.

honestly JR does just warm my heart in general like he visibly struggled early on with getting out of the 2000s mindset on Female Wrestlers Are Sexy Divas and he accidentally misgendered Nyla Rose one time but he's been really open to criticism and often gone to bat for the trans and queer members of the roster. he seems like a nice guy and I'm glad he's here, which I didn't think I'd be saying a year ago yk?

I know I already said this but Chris Jericho is a phenomenon. he just makes everything FUCKING FUN every story he tells is wild and hilarious. The Inner Circle gives me life (on this blog we stan Ortiz) and his beef with Orange Cassidy was pure gold.

Also Matt Hardy is here!!!! I love Matt Hardy, I think his Ultimate Deletion match with Bray Wyatt was what made me realise how fun wrestling can be and he always brings the creativity. He's been through a lot of shit in his life, I'm really happy that he's able to work with a promotion that gives him room to be as hogwild as he wants because Matt Hardy's great strength is being absolutely off-the-chain weird. I love him.

Speaking of Matt Hardy and the Inner Circle have you seen the Stadium Stampede from this summer? honestly worth buying the whole PPV just for that it's wild choice after wild choice for 45 minutes it might be the best wrestling match ever. idk if I like it better when Matt Jackson Northern Lights suplexes Sammy Guevara the entire length of a football field, when Matt Hardy chases Sammy with a golf cart, the whole bit where Adam Page just goes off and gets drunk in a bar and has a brawl with Jake Hager, the bit where Proud & Powerful try to drown Matt Hardy but every time he goes underwater he comes up in a different costume and persona - holy shit it's just amazing it's everything I love about wrestling

Moving away from AEW, the best wrestling storyline I've ever seen is Progress' story with Cara Noir and Ilya Dragonov. They're both phenomenal wrestlers but also the raw power and emotional weight of the story? it's simple but it's heartachingly beautiful I was lucky enough to be in the audience for the second of 3 matches in the story and I was nearly in tears it's so theatrical and balletic???? Check it out if you can it's in Progress' video archives (those are all pay-to-watch though. I think they're also on Amazon Prime for American viewers?)

Cara Noir is probably my favourite wrestler, although Nyla Rose, Charlotte Flair, Chris Jericho, Luchasaurus and Adam Page are all up there. He's just the most phenomenal physical performer and he really gets how much theatre is in wrestling, his facial acting is impeccable and he's not afraid to take hard bumps and really sell. also he just seems like a very sound person out of character (touch wood), he's very principled and takes his work and the wellbeing of his colleagues really seriously which is what you want in a wrestler

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Next Christmas

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s waiting for him, he’s coming home to her. This Christmas is a little different, but not as much as the one to come.

Warnings : So much Fluff you might get a little sick reading it. Implied Smut. No swearing ! (That’s really a first for me)

Words : 3.5 k (this was supposed to be a drabble, but you know me...)

Note : Merry Christmas everyone.

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Just one more spoon of sugar, one more little fairy light on the iron banister. Everything has to be just like she remembers, but better. There has to be this magic atmosphere, like childhood were in the air ; happy childhood and silly dreams.

A shiver roams her back and stomach, so she grazes it with shy fingers, and a tender smile enlighten her face.

She takes a deep peaceful breath and looks at the room, it's almost perfect. Just like when she was a little girl. The Christmas tree is a little too big, with simple decoration in it : only sparkling lights and shinning bulbs ; a star at the top of it, not perfectly straight.

The oven rings and she goes to it, another batch of Christmas cookies in cute shapes. She can't help but bite in one of them, hunger roaring in her belly, and she grunts at how hot it is. When she puts the cookies next to the others, a smile spreads on her face : She cooked way too many, and that's exactly what she wanted. There are too many chocolates and candies too, left here and there like kids had forgotten them.

Christmas was always something special when she was a little girl, the one day kids were more important than adults in her family, the one day kids got to be kids. Not that her parents treated her bad, they were mostly nice to her, but their work was everything they had. So, as an only child being left alone most of the time, she had to grow up very fast, surrounded by ambitious adults and waiting during work meetings, late at night, that her dad finished work to finally go home and sleep.

But this precise evening every year, for a reason she never quite figured out, it was different. No economical news on TV, but cartoons. No organic super healthy food she had to cook herself on the fridge, just candies and cakes, and slightly drunk adults not paying attention how many the little ones ate. No loneliness, but other kids to play, cousins and parent's coworker's children.

The best night ever.

Then she forgot about Christmas, about watching Princess Bride and The Little Mermaid in the middle of the night, fighting sleep to make the best night of the year last a little more. Christmas died with her parents, it died with the last crumbles of her childhood.

When she met Dean and he fell in love with her, she really didn't need anything else to be happy, and every morning was like Christmas morning. Even covered in blood or digging in a graveyard... So she never paid attention to that day again. The Winchesters have their own humble way to celebrate it, in memory of being left alone that day, but together at least ; with only presents from the gas station and that awful eggnog. It was fine by her. As long as Dean was there.

But not anymore. Of course, Dean will always be all she needs but this year, something else is important, shining so bright in her nights. She needs Christmas. Her kind of Christmas.

She takes the robe's collar she's wearing to smell it, Dean's robe, hanging down to the floor a little when she walks, holding it like a princess’ dress. He wore it just two days ago, and when she closes her eyes, it's like his skin wasn't that far.

Dean...

He doesn't know she made all this yet. She did it in two days. After she had been a little sick, Dean asked her to stay home during this simple salt and burn hunt ; he's always so protective of her. It took her a few hours to decide if she could be without him for this long, nights without him are always the worst. Finally, when the need of a real Christmas eve came, she agreed, but made him swear that he will be back tonight, whatever happens.

Putting the last bowl of almond cookies on the library table, she goes to the control room and turns off several lights. The bunker is always so bright, tonight, she needs the fairy lights she put everywhere to be like stars, and we only see stars at night.

Now she sits on the wooden floor, where she puts pillows, next to the Christmas tree and the piano she bought to the bunker, her legs crossed like when she was a little girl. Opening her laptop, she presses play and smiles when The Lady and the Tramp starts. Not really watching it, she thinks.

She thinks of Dean, of course, and how much she misses him, how proud she is right now and how much she wants to feel him, his strong arms holding her, his beloved smell wrapping her, his emerald eyes piercing hers. A tear escapes the corner of her eye and she lets it fall until spread on her lips, salty and warm. It's not that rare that her love for him overwhelms her, but lately, she's really emotional.

And big adorable Sammy. She misses him too, him and his sassy comments on how she’s way too good for Dean. She hates when the bunker is empty. Because she worked so hard to make it a real home, not just for her, but for the man of her life that never really had one ; and she’s proud of what she accomplished over the last years. She helped her new family cleaning the world of nightmares and when it got a little more serene, she took time to make this military base a home. Now more than ever, she’s really glad she did.

With a glance at her phone, she sighs. Waiting is becoming horrible because lights are only bright when her love is here, life’s colors can’t be visible without the sun. But her man his on his way...

Wrapped in his robe with only panties and bra underneath to feel the tickles of the textile on her very sensible skin, she closes her eyes, imagining next Christmas ; a hand slipping inside the soft fabric to find her own skin, tracing the tattoo she got of his initials on her ribs, and a little lower.

When she hears the main door, her heart swells instantly, and, like the first night Dean joined her in her bedroom, she can't move, her blood rushing to her head, shaking a little in anticipation.

"Wow" his deep voice resonates. "Baby you made all of this ?"

Sam's voice joins his, commenting the peaceful atmosphere she created.

She turns her head, to see the tall hero she loves more than everything, but before she can get up, he lets his bag down and squats in front of her. She searches his faces for a mark of pain, a scratch, a bruise… but he seems fine.

"How do you feel ?" he asks with a worried smile.

"Better" she murmurs, looking at him in awe, relieved to smell him again.

How can he be so beautiful ? How is she supposed to get used to it ?

He bends to catch her lips tenderly, letting her feel the soft pillows she loves so much and her heart races again, after all this time. She takes his face in her hands, feeling his sharp jaw under her loving fingers. His face still in her protective hands, he turns his head to look at the screen and chuckles ; she usually never watches Disney movies. After looking around for a minute, he bites his lips.

"It smells so good in here..." he says softly, his right hand finding hers like always.

Dean loves holding her hand. In the streets, during researches, while driving and when he's buried deep inside of her, amazed that she offers herself to him every time he needs to come home between her legs.

She joins his fingers to squeezes his strong palm, lifting it to kiss his knuckles.

"I made cookies" she smiles.

"You made a thousand !" Sam rhapsodizes, putting his bag down too, and turning round to look at the bunker. "You definitely know how to make a place home."

Dean gets up to reach the cookies and she stops him with just a word.

"First..." she states and he freezes. "You two go put on your pajamas. Christmas eve is supposed to be comfy and lazy."

"Yes Mam" Dean says, putting his hand on her hair, messing with it a little. "But you're kinda wearing mine."

"You still have that cute hotdogs pants" she hums, leaning to his touch.

He nods and leaves, still looking all around as he walks.

She will probably never know how much Dean loves her, not really. She knows he does of course and she feels it to her bones, he tells her every day, but it's not even close to the truth. To know how deep he loves her, she would have to know how truly big his heart is, and not even Chuck is really aware of that. Dean Winchester loves with his entire soul : Her, with even more than that.

While he puts on his pants and a grey t-shirt, he smiles at the mess she made again in his formerly so tidy and cold room : the sheets are completely crumbled since they made love. How can she sleep good in a bed with folds everywhere and pillows on the floor ? There are books she all started at the same time, clothes she wore only a few hours… He makes the bed quickly, and puts the empty bottle of orange juice in the trash with a loving sigh.

For him, she’s not just his love, she’s Life. Brining music to fill every dark silences, she’s messy and beautiful, impatient and warm when he’s only grumpy and dark, worn out by Hell, by years of a painful loneliness and the coldness of self-hate. Sometimes, he just feels like November and in love with June… His love is a sunny girl, she always misses the sun when it’s hidden too long ; but for some reason, she seems to see him as the precious Star itself, and even calls him that from time to time. My Sun.

Taking care of her precious smile to make it last her whole life is all that matters to him.

What is happening to her ? Lately she seems nostalgic, she talked about her parents, she hadn't for years, she even asked questions about Mary and John... Watched the few pictures Dean has of his childhood, the one John had in his wallet when the house burned. She laughed at his freckles face, but it was an emotional laugh. And he wonders… Is she suddenly sad that nothing is left of her own childhood ? What can he do to ease that pain she must be feeling ?

The hunt is long forgotten, it was the second he told her he was coming home. But when he saw what she had been preparing, there was nothing more in his head than knowing what she had in mind. Long ago, she talked about how Christmas was important to her as a child, but it was in the course of a drunken talk in the middle of summer. Dean never really tried to make that day special and now he regrets it. Maybe she desperately needed it, and he didn't listen.

What she did is perfect for him, as usual. The lights everywhere, the peaceful smell of cake just coming out of the oven, this amazing tree. The bunker is unrecognizable. He just wishes he had had a little of that, growing up, that magic that is not witchcraft or demonic powers... So he could give her what she obviously needs even if she's a fierce warrior : a hint of fairy tales.

Taking a last look at the room, he thinks about what he wants to give her tonight, something that he knows is a gift to both of them : Love. He can see himself buried between her thighs, grunting in her ear while she holds on to him, filling her with all he has. He can see her mouth agape when she comes, strangled moans stuck in her red throat, letting go without any restraint, because she is his.

Taking the present he bought her from his bag, he closes the door behind him.

She takes a deep shaky breath and looks down at herself, playing with the belt of the robe. And once more, she thinks of next Christmas.

“Okay baby” Dean says coming back. “Good thing I bought you a present… I would have hated myself for coming home with nothing after you made all that.”

“I thought we already talked about the hating yourself part…” she grunts.

She started to move but he stops her with a word just like she did before :

“Stay…” his hand encourages her to remain comfortably between the pillows. “Guide me.”

“There are pizzas in the fridge if you want. I bought it because, after hunt, you might need real food, but…” she starts. “The tradition is that we eat only candies and cookies on Christmas eve.”

“Only candies it is then” Dean nods.

Sam enters and starts pouring three glasses of the fine whiskey she bought.

“Do you want pizza Sammy ?” Dean asks, his strong and beautiful voice making her smile in her head.

“I’ll eat like you” Sam simply answers feeling the perfect gratitude that warms him since his brother finally got his piece of Heaven.

“Tell me baby” Dean states, waiting for orders.

“You have to take the cookies…”

“The thousands you made” he cuts her in a chuckle.

“Yeah well, there are all the flavors you like…”

He starts making round trips to put all the plates and bowls on the floor, pecking her lips when he bends to arrange it next to her.

“Can you bring the orange juice bottle ?” she grins with her cutest face.

“When you drink too much of it, you get sick” he reminds her. “You puked like just four days ago because of that… Is it a good idea ?”

“I love orange juice” she pouts. “And I won’t get sick, Deanie.”

He goes to the kitchen and brings her only a glass of it, letting the bottle in the fridge so she won’t do that thing where she doesn’t care that too much gives her stomach pain… until she actually gets sick.

“That’s it, you can sit now. Come to me” she lifts her arms, reaching for him.

He does. He sits just next to her and wraps his arm around her body, letting her snuggle close to him in a hum of satisfaction.

“So… Cookies and sitting on pillows” his giant brother says, sitting with them, giving them the drinks he prepared. “Nice.”

“Shut up” she pushes him a little, taking the glass he gives her to put it next to her glass of orange juice.

“No” Sam chuckles, I’m honest ! It’s great. What other tradition do you want to share ?”

“I don’t exactly remember what I was doing” she sighs. “What I know is… It was kid’s day, nothing was forbidden. And yeah… eating candies on the floor, watching cartoons… Just, you know, be happy and carefree surrounded by the people you love.”

Dean’s glare is glued to her face as she talks, the little star-lights reflecting in his loving eyes.

Sam raises his glass at her words.

“To the people we love” he smiles.

Dean takes his own drink and raises it too.

“Yeah, to the people we love and to the woman I love” he states in his typical serious frown.

She takes the glass of orange juice and lifts it, amazed by her luck.

“To the people we love and who love us. And to every Christmases to come.”

Dean has to force himself to stop smiling to drink. He takes the box he kept in his pocket and gives it to her, sliding it between her palm and the thigh it’s resting on. She looks down and smiles, nuzzling in his neck to put a kiss there.

“Oh I forgot mine in the trunk” Sam says with his mouth full. “Is presents time now ?”

She shrugs, suddenly nervous and reaches for Dean’s hand, he takes it and searches her face, trying to hide the worried frown he got from suddenly feeling a hint of anxiety irradiating of her.

She starts to open the little box and a warm smile enlighten her face like a sunny spell. She takes the little gold sun hanging on the necklace and kisses it before kissing Dean’s plumb lips.

“You always miss the sun in winter” he states softly, taking it to tie it around her neck, his fingers lingering a little on her neck.

“I love it” she states. “I love you.”

Sam gets up.

“Okay I’ll go get mine” he says, taking two more cookies like he needed some for the road.

The second he leaves, she gives Dean a little flat gift with a perfect golden bow on it, taking a deep breath.

“Shouldn’t I wait for Sam ?” he asks, playing with the bow.

“No” she shakes her head, her eyes a little brighter than usual.

“Oh… sexy gift” Dean gives her a dorky grin.

She chuckles and bites her lips to hide the waves of emotions rushing through her. Dean can feel she’s shaking, and he can see the tears in her eyes.

“Hey baby… Are okay ? I always love your presents, why are you so nervous ?”

“This one is special” she murmurs.

Intrigued, he rips the paper and a word hits his pupils right away.

Dad.

In the paper, a tiny little black t-shirt, the smallest Dean ever saw, with the words My dad is a hero written on it.

He starts to shake. A thousand thoughts cross his mind and, despite what he would have said a few years ago, there are only good thoughts. He can’t move for a few seconds so she takes his hand.

“I know we… Only talked about that this time I was late. It was not in our plans, baby…” she speaks, searching his face. “But… when I told you my periods came and I was relieved… You really seemed…”

“Yeah… I…”

Dean can’t express his feelings right now. He can’t explain that this accident, she was afraid had happened made his heart grow twice his size in an instant. He can’t tell how secretly thrilled he was ; flashes of Sammy, of Ben crossing his mind. How proud he was that maybe she was caring his baby, like he belonged in her body for good. That nature had decided for them… And gave him the one thing he never dared to ask because well… He has nothing to give a child, and this life is a curse.

He had all those thoughts because, let’s be honest, everyone who knows him for real realized that at some point : Dean was made to be a father.

So yes, when she jumped at his neck that morning to tell him she worried him for nothing, he wasn’t able to hide it : A hope broke in him.

“You always say you want to fill me” she looks down, licking her lips, blushing a little. “Well you did for real.” As he still can’t talk she continues, putting a hand on her lower back. “I know you Deanie… You will be the best dad ever. A-and this life, we will compromise but we are not changing who we are. Our house won’t be like all the others, but our baby, he will grow up with people who love him so much.”

Dean is crying now.

He takes the love of his life in his arms and nuzzles in her neck, soaking the collar of his robe.

“I lo-love you s-so much” he stammers, making her sob on a strangled smile.

She kisses his temple, stroking his back like he was a little boy.

“I’m so proud to be caring your baby” she whispers. “I hope the child looks just like you… I already love h…” she can’t finish her sentence as Dean crushes his lips on hers, clumsily kissing her several times, each of them tasting the tears of the other.

Sam doesn’t dare to move. His gift in his hand, he looks at them, tears falling down his face too. He’s not worried, because everything that seemed impossible in this life became different when she came in his brother’s life, like a wave of hope. And she’s right : Dean and him weren’t happy growing up, but not because their dad was a hunter, because he was destroyed, because their mom wasn’t there, because they had no home…

“I can’t wait to be next Christmas” he finally murmurs, sitting back next to the tree.

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@superduckbatrebel : Okay, so what abt a fic where Dean and Cas work on a place (You can choose which) And they seem like they're dating, everyone thinks so. But one day, Dean shows up with his new girlfriend Lisa and everyone learns that Dean and Cas were never dating, and then you make your ending, IDK it's okay if you think it sound boring, it's jut one idea

Thank you for the idea, I shifted a few things around. I know it’s not quite what you expected it to be, but I hope you like it.

“Cas!” I heard Dean’s familiar voice from across the apartment.

“Yes, Dean?” I responded as I searched through all the boxes. We had just moved into an apartment together. We thought that since we were both going to the same highschool and needed to get away from our homes, it would be financially easier to rent out an apartment together.

“Gabe and Sammy are going to come over to help us unpack and then we’re gonna head over to the diner.” Dean’s cucumber green eyes landed on my vibrant blue eyes for a second before they flew across the room.

“Okay! Guess we will see the two bringers of destruction soon.” I sighed thinking about the last time Gabe and Sam got together to prank the both of us.

“Yep! I’ll leave you to it and make sure to hurry your feathery-”

“Dean!”

“What!?” I glared at him, which, somehow answered his question.

I picked up my box and took it over to my room while dean followed silently behind me. We dropped my boxes off into my room before doing the same to his. We worked in comfortable silence before the doorbell rang.

“I’LL GET IT!” I screamed from across the room as I ran trying to get to the door before dean. Dean sprinted towards the door and before I could stop myself I tripped and flew right at him causing us to go stumbling across the room.

“It’s open.” Dean groaned as I tried to get out of the wrapped up mess we were. His leg was hooked around mine while he layed on my arm. I could feel my other arm stuck between around legs. His free hand was on the side of his head rubbing the spot that collided with the wall. His other one was also stuck between us.

I heard someone open the door while I let my head drop onto Dean’s chest. I let out an exasperated sigh once I gave up trying to get out of the knot we were in. Dean laughed as he watched me struggle.

“Dean, what do you think you’re doing?” I hear sam say with just as much of the amount of sass as my brother‘s candy.

“Dog pile!” I hear Gabe scream as he and Sam come running at us. I bit down on Dean’s leather jacket as I fought back a scream. I felt the pain hit me and it hit me hard. Suddenly, I heard a loud pop in my arm. I shook the pain off even though it felt like a thousand knives were going through me when I moved it. Dean must’ve heard the noise because he struggled as he tried and failed to push Sam and Gabe off.

I smiled weakly at him before yelling at them to get off and held me and Dean unravel ourselves. As soon as they got up, I felt some of the pain and pressure leave my arm. I let out a relieved sigh. Once they pulled Dean and me apart, Dean immediately checked my arm to make sure it was okay.

“DUDE!!!” Dean said with a gasp. “You fractured my little angel’s arm!”

“What!?” I said confused.

“GABE!!!!!” Sam whined.

“It wasn’t me you oversized moose!” Gabe replied defensively.

“With all the candy you eat, you are just as bad as me!” Sam stuck his tongue out at Gabe. Gabe ran over and licked it before Sam could retract it. Gabe winked at Sam’s shocked face as Dean and I let out ooo’s and aww’s.

“Well are you going to help us unpack or not?” I said frustrated at my hungry stomach.

Sam and Gabe let out out groans before retreating to our rooms. Gabe went into mine and Sam went into Dean’s. I could hear Sam teasing Dean before asking him what happened before they opened the door. I laughed to myself as I thought about my clumsiness.

Before long, we had finished unpacking and we’re on our way to the diner. Jo, Ash, and Ellen were all going to be there today. I smiled fondly as I thought about how kind they all are to me. Even though they are Dean’s family, they treat me like family too. It must be because they’ve known me for so long.

We ordered what we normally do before a lovely looking brunette haired woman walked over to our table. Sam and Gabe exchanged looks as they walked her walk over like she owned the place. I looked at them confused while they just smiled and shrugged.

“Hey dean,” she said with a bright smile, “you still up for tonight?” She winked at him as his cheeks turned slightly pink.

“Umm...” His voice trailed off as he looked at me shyly before turning his attention back at her. “Yea, seven tonight, my place.” He smiled as he wrote down our apartment number and address on a napkin and handed it back to her.

I got cleared my throat and excused myself, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation as I walked over to the restroom. I opened one of the stall doors and sulked in. I have had a crush on Dean for a while now... At first, it started off as a great friendship, then we became best friends, and soon family, then those feelings developed into more. I always pushed it away not wanting to confront the sad truth that Dean would never like me back.

I silently sobbed with my head in my hands. I sat down on the closed seat of the toilet for about five minutes before I heard the door open and someone walk in. I whipped my eyes as I pretended to get up from finishing and flushed the toilet. I pulled out my phone and checked my eyes to make sure it wasn’t visible that I had been crying. I sighed, I have cried a lot growing up and had learned a thing or two about hiding the fact that I had been crying. I’ve hidden it so much I guess my body had gotten used to the fact that it needed to remain hidden.

“Are you okay?” I heard Sam’s voice echo through the bathroom. There was the smallest hint of empathy and worry in his voice.

“Of course, just needed to use the restroom.” I looked down and realized that my fly was undone. Thank goodness, I thought to myself as I loudly zipped it back up. I hoped that Sam would hear that as use it as proof that I had indeed come to use the restroom.

“Okay, whatever you say.” I walked out of the restroom to find Sam washing his hands. I leaned over the one on his left and decided to do the same. I smiled thankful for the silence. We exchanged a look that said more than a million words ever could. A few years ago, I had told Sam how I felt about Dean. I’ve always trusted him and he’s confided in me as well. He said he understood and revealed the fact that he had feelings for my brother. We have been there for each other ever since, always there in case one of us needed to let it out.

We walked back out to find that Dean and Lisa had left to go out for a walk by the park. Gabe smiled at Sam the second he Sam him and ran over to drag him back to the booth. I laughed as I watched Sam get confused with all the mixed signals he was getting. If I was him, I would be confused too. We always knew that Gabe was pansexual, it just confused us on whether or not he liked Sam too.

“So, what’s with Lisa?” I watched Gabe look at Sam for help. Sam just pushed Gabe and motioned for him to tell me.

“Dean and Lisa have been dating for a while now, but they haven’t told anyone. Dean’s keeping it a secret from you. Dean didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like your friendship was going to die out.” Gabe sighed, he knew how I felt about Dean too. I didn’t tell him but he figured it out. Most people assumed Dean and I were dating but it was just how close our friendship was.

“Yea, but don’t worry, he’s probably going to figure out how quick she is to move on and go onto another guy. She isn’t the most faithful person, maybe when she’s older she’ll straighten out.” Sam looked at me hopefully. I smiled at him and gave them a hug, thankful that they were always there for me.

Once we were done eating, I got the check and paid for all of us. Dean was supposed to pay but he didn’t leave any money. I guess he got so caught up in the presence of his girlfriend which he didn’t tell me— his best friend, that’s always been there for him, and shown him nothing but loyalty, love, and respect— about.

We walked home once we realized that Dean also took the keys of the impala with him. I smiled weakly while Gabe and Sam tried cheering me up along the way, telling me jokes and funny stories while making a fool out of themselves.

We got home and I allowed Sam and Gabe to spend the night. They stayed in my room while I grabbed some blankets and took the couch. I didn’t bother changing or taking a shower and just went to bed before Dean and Lisa could get home.

~~~~~~~~~~ The next day ~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up and found myself wrapped in Dean’s blankets. I looked around confused and realized that I was in Dean’s room. I peeked out the door and was surprised by the sight of breakfast and Sam, Gabe, Lisa, and Dean all sitting down at the table laughing. I softly closed the door and curled back up on Dean’s bed as I fell back asleep.

“Wake up!” I heard someone say as their body fell onto mine. I groaned remembering how much my arm hurt when pressure was applied to it. I hadn’t moved it much the other day but I could tell it was already getting better, I’m a pretty fast healer. It’s almost inhuman.

“I’m awake.” I mumbled as I felt someone else shake the bed.

“Hell yea! We have school today! You better be awake now, Cassie!” I jolted away once I heard Gabes voice echo from the opposite side of the room as Sam.

“I AM AWAKE!” I ran out the door and was surprised to find Lisa sitting outside on her phone. I squealed when I felt Dean’s strong arms grip me and drag me back to his room.

“Hey! You assbutt!” I screeched.

“Assbutt?” Dean asked amused as I blushed.

“We already got you some clothes.” Sam said as Gabe showered me in perfume.

“What’s that!” I asked through sneezes. “It’s giving me a headache!!! Why does it smell like artificial strawberries?”

“It’s Lisa’s, she agreed to let me shower you with it once you woke up.” Gabe smiled innocently.

“IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!!” I screamed as I quickly threw off all my clothes.

“Get some underwear on first! We have a lady in this home!” Dean squealed as I ran out of his room chasing Gabe. I stopped in my tracks as I looked right up at Lisa’s amused face. I turned around and caught the underwear Sam threw at me. I ran after Gabe, throwing them on in the process. I tackled him and grabbed the perfume out of his hands as I sprayed it viscously on him. I ran back into Dean’s room and threw on my clothes.

“Let’s go!” I said as I ran back out, throwing a pancake into my mouth in the process. We all ran to the impala and jumped in as we raced to school. We got there just a few minutes before the bell rang, barely getting into our classes.

When I came out as gay to the school last year, a lot of people had taken that as a reason to bully me some more. I always struggled with being bullied. My name, clothes, and weak way of being didn’t help. Dean was one of the most popular boys in the school. He always tried to help but his friends always forcefully pulled him back.

I sighed as I sat through another long day of being called a fag and other names. I was beaten in the parking lot during lunch and pelted in spit balls during class. Gabe helped me clean myself up and apply some makeup after lunch. Dean has only ever heard the names they’ve called me, he never knew about the abuse. It must’ve helped that he was barely in any of my classes. People have learned to keep it hidden from Dean and so have I.

Once school ended, I ran back home. I opened up the apartment and plopped down onto my bed, locking the doors behind me. I cried into my pillow before Dean could get home. Once I stopped, I got up and jumped into the shower. I smiled as the cold water hit me like a refreshing wave. Before I knew it, the door to the apartment opened up. I heard keys jingle as they feel onto what I believe to be the couch. I heard Dean hum a tune we both knew very well. I stopped the water near the end of the song. As I stepped out I sang “For I can't help falling in love with you...”

“Elvis...” Dean said as he opened the door and smiled a toothy grin. I leaped back into the curtains and fell inside the bathtub. I sighed thinking about how clumsy I was while Dean laughed at me. Once he was done laughing, he helped me up and out of the curtain. I hid my face in embarrassment the entire time. He tossed me the towel and I changed into my clothes. He looked entertained while he threw off his clothes and hopped into the shower. Once I finished, I picked up my stuff and closed the door behind me leaving Dean to hum his tunes alone.

I walked into my room and gasped as I looked into the mirror. I saw all the bruises and cuts that I have accumulated and realized that Dean might’ve seen. Yesterday, I had been wearing makeup just in case. Once I took the shower it must’ve all washed off. I groaned hoping that he was too caught up in his fit of laugher to realize.

Later on around dinner, Dean had made a delicious pie and some burgers. Cheeseburgers are my favorite and he knew that so he had made some just for me. We sat down at the table with the lights off and some candles lit so that the electric bill won’t be too high. I smiled as I bit down into the delicious burger. Dean looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite identify. I smiled up at him as I devoured the delicious burger. I wonder if Dean tastes better.

“Cas?” Dean asked me, he was happy to see that I was enjoying the food he made.

“Yes?” I said as I bit down taking another big bite. I moaned thinking about how delicious it tasted. Dean’s cooking was one of a kind.

“What do you think of Lisa?” I chocked on my burger and fought the urge to cough. I sat their red faced as I reached for the water and guzzled it down.

“Wow. That bad.” Dean sighed and I could almost hear the disappointment in his voice. I looked back up at him, ashamed of myself for letting my feelings get in the way of our friendship.

“No! I’m sorry, I was just surprised by the question. I didn’t really know about her. I just found out last night.” I mentally slapped myself for being so awkward. Dean shifted in his seat and the silence was biting at me.

“Okay...” Dean’s voice trailed off and he ran his hands through his hair. I ate my food even though I had lost my appetite. I know, it’s horrible for me to be such a jerk. Dean is my best friend after all, I should be supportive.

“She’s great. She’s pretty and kind and caring. She has a wonderful personality and seems to really love you.” I blurted out. I didn’t mean most of what I had said but I said it anyways. I wanted to make Dean happy even if that meant putting myself down.

I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a while now. Self harm and suicidal thoughts were a horrible side affect to that. A little more sadness wouldn’t cause much more harm than has already been done. I’ve been abused, neglected, bullied, hurt, and so much more.

My parents kicked me out as soon as they realized that I was gay. Most people think I’m gay anyways. No one really gave me time to explain that I was bisexual. I just told my parents that I liked boys one day and they immediately assumed. They told the school before they kicked me out of the house. The word got out from the principle to the teachers and from the teachers to the students.

Whenever I tried to explain they all just thought I was saying that to make my punishment less painful. Thankfully, Dean, Sam, Gabe, Balthy, Charlie, Kevin, Benny, and a few others believed me. Even though Dean is the most popular jock in school, that doesn’t stop him from being friends with the school punch bag aka freak. Some of Dean’s friends are my friends too now. Most of them aren’t aware of how I’m treated either. The ones that are dont say much because they aren’t as close with Dean.

“Cas!” I felt strong hands grip my shoulder and shake me. I leaped up from my chair and turned around pinning the person to the wall. My vision was blurry and it didn’t help that I couldn’t see very well in the dark. I wiped the wetness away from my eyes and focused on the person in front of me. I let go as soon as I realized it was Dean.

“Cas, are you okay?” Dean looked at me, concern flooding his eyes. “Where did all those scratches and bruises come from? Are you wearing makeup? Cas!”

“I- I... Dean! I’m okay, I was playing soccer with Gabe earlier and I tripped over a rock. His foot ending up colliding with my face during the fall.” I looked at Dean and felt bad for lying to him. I was surprised by how quick and easy it had become for me to lie. Dean looked at me and nodded.

“You didn’t have to hide that from me. You fall all the time you klutz.” Dean chucked and I soon felt my face flush a deep red.

“I do not!”

“Do too!”

“I’m going to bed, assbutt!”

“Fine! Me too!”

Dean and I stormed to our rooms while laughing. I plopped down onto my bed and closed my eyes ready for another day in hell.

~~~~~~~~~~ Next Day ~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up to the wonderful smell of freshly baked pancakes. I wondered into the kitchen after my shower while I clumsily threw my clothes on. I sat down at the table admiring Dean from afar. Once he turned around my eyes flickered to the pan in his hand. I laughed as I thought about Gabe.

“Ready for breakfast?” He said throwing the food down.

Once we finished gobbling down our food, we got into the car, picked up sam and Gabe, and drove to school. The rest of our siblings lived together and drove each other to school. John was out at work a lot and Mary had sadly passed away. Adam stayed with the Novak’s and had a very good relationship with all the siblings. As soon as we got to school, we parted ways.

“Hey Novak!” I heard an all too familiar voice yell from down the hall. I looked around eager for an exit only to find out that I was cornered. I looked back at my school bullies as I collapsed on the floor and let their beatings take over. I sobbed once it was done. Their kicks and insults flooding my brain. Their punches beating me down more than usual. I crawled into the bathroom and fumbled through my pocket.

I grabbed an all too familiar blade. I felt the cold metal brush against my finger tips. I walked into a stall and shut the door behind me. I didn’t bother to check if there was anyone else in the bathroom. I didn’t care anymore. I needed this. I took in a shaky breath as I put the smooth blade up against my skin. I pushed down and sliced into my skin. I watched as the wound took some time to open up and let out the all too familiar red color. I moaned as I felt the pain remind me I was still alive. I was still in control. I had some say in the world. I could decide whether I lived or died.

I walked out of the stall and put the blade back into my pocket. I washed my hands and let out a gasp when I turned around to see Dean. I pulled my sleeves down but by then it was too late. He knew. He knew everything.

I tried to run. I tried to get away but he just grabbed my other arm. He pulled me in close to his chest and I let out an ugly sob. I cried into him until I heard the bell ring. I pulled away from him and saw the sympathy in his eyes.

“We will talk about this later. Stay safe, goodbye.” Dean walked out of the bathroom and I looked myself in the mirror happy to see that my body had already adjusted. I walked out and was glad that my body had been able to heal so well and so fast. Sure some of today’s scratches and bruises were there but yesterday’s were barely visible. My mother used to say it was a gift. That was before she left.

The rest of the day went my smoothly. I didn’t get much more trouble. I did get some insults thrown at me but nothing physical. I was happy to see Sam and Gabe come out with grins on their faces when they pulled me into a hug.

“Rough day?” Sam poked my rib playfully.

“You could say that.” I rolled my eyes when Gabe scanned me.

“I’m gonna go home! See you guys tomorrow!” I ran off before they could say anything else.

When I got home, I found Dean and Lisa sitting close together on the couch. I took off my trench coat and hung it. I walked to my room and gave them their privacy. I dropped my keys into my bed and opened up my books to study.

Dean didn’t end up making dinner for me today. He did make some for Lisa though. I don’t mind. I’m not hungry much anyways. I’m sure other people deserve food more than I do. I did get to study and read some fanfic.

I threw off my shoes and plopped into bed. It was warm today so I pulled off my clothes and stayed in my boxers. I sighed relieved to be out of my clothes and getting some breeze. I closed my eyes ready for another day in hell.

~~~~~~~~~~ A few weeks later ~~~~~~~~~

Dean and Lisa have been publicly dating in school now. He’s grown distant and she’s been spending more and more nights over. The bad thoughts and habits have grown more and more common. Sam and Gabe have grown worried about me and come over to check up on me a lot. My grades haven’t dropped and the abuse has gone up. My self esteem and mental well-being has dropped though. I’m drowning in my negativity.

Today is a Tuesday? No, yesterday was Tuesday. I opened up my phone to check the calendar and as it turns out it is Tuesday. That’s strange I was pretty sure it was Wednesday. It must be the depression and/or anxiety speaking.

I walked out the door to find Dean and Lisa having breakfast just like they did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that... I sighed as I opened up the fridge and grabbed an energy drink. I ran out the door and realized I was still in the same clothes as yesterday. Whatever.

I got to school and was greeted by the same treatment. Everything was the same. Same old school, same old friends -I have none-, same old teachers, same old classes, same old bullies. I sighed as I sat through the day wondering when it would be over.

After class, Crowley, Abbadon, and a few others pulled me out to the parking lot for the usual treatment.

~~~~~~~~~ Time jump 1 month ~~~~~~~~~~

“Cas! Come on! We are going to be late for the party!” Dean shouted from across the room. He was tugging his pants on while I was focused on taming my hair. After a few tries I gave up.

“Dean!!! I’m the one waiting on you!” I said with an exasperated sigh.

“Then lets go!!!!” Dean ran over to me and grabbed my hand tugging me out the door.

The car ride was very comfortable and consisted of Dean singing horribly off tune with his rock station and me teasing him. Truth is, he has a good voice when he wants to, but sometimes he really could care less. I smiled as I took in how happy he was.

Once we got to the party, we jumped out of the car and ran in. We had gotten there decently early and had gotten a great parking spot right out front. The music was blaring and despite it being early there were still a lot of people. Dean left me and went around looking for Lisa.

I walked over to the nearest and most abandoned corner and sat down with a cup filled with a mixture of water and color dye in my hands, just in case. I took in shaky breaths as I absorbed the reality of my anxiety attack. I walked into the bathroom and took a moment to myself.

Along the way, I realized I had lost my cup and went to go grab some punch. One turned into two and two turned into three and well you know how it goes. Next thing I knew, I was buzzed and on the breaking point of being drunk. Almost everyone around me was very drunk. I looked around for an empty room to myself once I decided I needed an escape.

I walked upstairs and spotted a dark door down the hallway on the dark side that looked decently abandoned. I barely open the door and peeked in to find Lisa ontop of someone that was most certainly not Dean. Before I could regret anything, I pulled out my phone and started filming. I didn’t film too much, just enough to be able to prove it to Dean. Once I had solid evidence and broke it apart by throwing in a random lost shoe in, I ran downstairs and noticed Sam and Gabe.

Sam wasn’t drunk but Gabe most certainly was. At this point, I was basically sober. Lisa had woken me up enough to set me straight, well decently sober atleast. I looked down and chucked when I saw that Sam was missing one of his shoes and Gabe looked like he had tried to take off some of his clothes but was too lazy to.

Once the party was over, I went back home and couldn’t bring myself to break the news to Dean at the moment. He was simply too happy.

~~~~~~~~~~ Time jump 2 weeks ~~~~~~~~~~

The guilt was killing me, I don’t know what to do... I think I’ll show Dean the video. I’ve gained more and more evidence on Lisa recently. One time was after I finished getting beaten and found her making out with Azazel. Then it was Zacharia, and then Alastair, and soon it was all of my bullies and more. She even joined in once or twice... and I had gotten it all on camera.

“Dean!” I shouted before I could change my mind. He was going to go on a date with Lisa in about half an hour.

“I have something to show you!!!!” I said with more urgency and that got him.

“Coming!” Dean stumbled into the room trying to fix his tie.

“Once I’m done I don’t think you’ll care about that.” I looked at him sadly and pulled out my phone.

“What?” Dean looked at me confused. I threw my phone at him and watched his shocked and pained expression and he looked through it all. His face turned angry once he saw the abuse that she had joined in on. After it had all processed, Dean was crying into my arms apologizing.

“It’s okay. Dean, it’s okay. I’m here. I love you. It’s okay.” I said softly to him as I ran my hands through his hair.

He straightened himself out after a little and looked at me with a determined face.

“I’m going to break up with Lisa.”

~~~~~~~~~~Time jump 1 week~~~~~~~~~~

Dean and I are both working at the diner now. Dean came out as bisexual. I was just as surprised as everyone else. What hurt me most was the fact that he knew for a while now and didn’t bother telling me, his best friend. Not even Sam knew.

“Hey Cas!” Dean said as he eagerly skipped to me.

“Hello Dean.” I looked up at him amused.

“Dinner. 10. Our place. Tonight?” He said nervously.

Was Dean freaking Winchester asking me out? This can’t be, DEAN IS ASKING ME OUT. I stated at him for a good few minutes trying to find the words. I looked at him red in the face.

“YES!” I shouted with glee. I leaped over and pressed my lips up against his.

“I KNEW IT!”

“THATS MY OTP!”

“TEN DOLLARS CARL!”

I laughed as I heard more and more remarks get shouted. Guess it really might be meant to be. Maybe we were the one true pairing.

I know it’s not the best but I just wrote this at 12 am soooo.... I’m going to continue the rest of the story on Wattpad. If this was good enough for you guys great! It’s going to be called : Another Day in Hell (Destiel AU)

#dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #supernatural fandom #supernatural love #supernatural family #writing #fan fic requests #fan fic stuff #fan fic writing #destiel #highschool au

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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years

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Unwrap Me (1.4k, Dean Winchester/Castiel, M)

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Dean never thought he would make it this far. Nor would he have as many wonderful things that he has now. A home, friends, family, and most importantly love. With a former angel.

Given how normal his life is now, Dean decides he wants to go all out celebrating Christmas. Parties, feasts, and the perfect presents. He wants to get Cas something that will translate everything that resides in his heart. Dean believes he has the right gift, but decides against leading with it. Instead surprising Cas with it after showing him his Christmas best.

Although, during his entire time planning Cas's present, he never wondered what Cas got him...

Dean adjusts the ribbon wrapped around his waist, tastefully covering his half-hard cock with a large bow; its tails draped over his balls. Assured he looks perfect, Dean turns from the mirror. Texts Cas, letting him know his present is finally ready.

Cas ☀ (11:45 p.m.): Be there soon. Helping Sam with research.

“Sammy…” Sighing, Dean sets his phone down on the nightstand closest to his side. “Think you’d take even the smallest break today, since it’s Christmas.”

Almost Christmas, at least. In fifteen minutes. But before they exchange gifts with their family next morning, Dean and Cas discussed a more intimate setting where they can unwrap each other’s presents. Given how this is the first year they’ll celebrate Christmas as a couple, Dean wanted some privacy. Not solely because of his attire. The lacy ribbon smokescreen for Cas’s real present, safely tucked inside his drawers. And, if well received, his outfit will help perfectly transition into a holiday tradition Dean hopes last many years.

But, until Sam frees his boyfriend from work, he must wait. “What’s the point of being retired if we’re still cracking open lore?” Dean collapses onto the bed, disturbing scattered rose petals.

Seconds later, someone knocks at the door. “Dean?” Cas asks, voice muffled, “Is it okay for me to come in?”

Dean flew forward, cursing under breath. Then muttering prayers how Cas followed his instructions about knocking first. “Gimme a sec, Cas!” Dean tapped his phone, quickly finding the song he downloaded specifically for this moment. Orville Peck’s smooth baritone filtered through speakers he installed earlier, singing ‘Roses Are Falling’. Dean crawls towards the center of his mattress, sitting, cushioned by pillows. Scoops a few petals and peppering his legs with them. “Right!” he calls, stretching languidly, “You can come in!”

Cas enters, and suddenly Dean’s carefully perfected smolder is extinguished. He throws a hand across his face, hiding his wide grin. Snorts and ducks his head, gaze still trained on his boyfriend.

“Huh,” Cas says, “I guess great minds do think alike…”

Dean watches Cas’s hands fall, trench coat parting open like curtains. Reveals a similar ribbon covering his genitals. Though while Dean’s was red, Cas chose green. It matched his boots and novelty cowboy hat: both dyed the same color as Cas’s ribbon. “Yeah,” Dean chuckles while Peck continues his serenade, “I guess so.”

“I reckon so,” Cas corrects, drawl forcing a shiver up his spine. Visibly, judging Cas’s smug expression. Rolling his eyes, Dean climbs off the bed and advances.

“Close the door,” he tells Cas, “don’t want to give Sam the gift of trauma.” Then, standing inches from Cas, he amends his previous statement. “More trauma,” he smirks.

Cas shuts away the outside world, leaving only them. Dean guides Cas’s trench coat off his shoulders, tossing it aside when able. They tear away ribbon, both strips landing in a tangled mess at their feet. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders, kissing him. “Merry Christmas,” he whispers.

Grip firm along Dean’s hip, Cas guides Dean closer. Chests pressed together, hearts beating the same song. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

Playing with the hairs at Cas’s nape, Dean breathes a confession against his neck. “I have another present for you.”

“You do?” Cas’s fingers tease at his hole, searching, “It doesn’t feel like you do…”

“Dog.” Dean shoves him off, laughing. “Is sex all you have on your brain?”

“Forgive me, Dean, but when the most gorgeous man in the entire universe is in my arms – naked – my body succumbs to its most base instincts.” He squeezes at his stiff cock, smirking. “See?”

Blushing, Dean ignores Cas’s attempts at baiting him. Knocks his hat off with a pointed flick. “Lose the boots, cowboy, and go lay down.”

Cas obeys, trailing behind him. “I thought you said sex wasn’t your gift?”

“Are you even curious about what I have?” Dean asks, hovering by his nightstand, “Because I can sit on your dick right now and I can put your real present away for your birthday.” Expression schooled into strenuous thought, he continues, “When is that again?”

“Okay, okay, I get it…” Cas lies on his side, blue eyes shining with mirth. Like the ocean glittering from the rising sun. “I’ll be quiet, starting… now.”

Dean sighs, doubtful Cas will keep that promise, but rummages through his drawers for Cas’s present regardless. He finds it well hidden, covered by an old car magazine he saved. Clutching it in his palm, Dean joins Cas. Kneels beside him, excitement wreaking havoc with his nerves. Bouncing, shoulders raised high, neck disappearing, and cheeks straining from his smile, Dean holds a fist out to an expectant Cas.

“Cas,” he begins, “I – uh… well, I know we only started dating pretty recently, but I’ve loved you way, way longer than that.”

“I know,” Cas interrupts, sliding his hand under Dean’s chin, cupping it. “You explained so after Jack plucked me from the Empty, right after punching me for making another ‘idiotic deal’, your words… and before our first kiss.” Dean’s joyful spirit flickers, glare piercing. Cas responds with apologetic crinkles, “You’re right… you’re right… quiet now.”

“Anyway,” Dean continues, “it might seem like we did this all ass-backwards, but I could care less how we got here since here means you and I, together. We get to do whatever we want with the rest of our lives and… there’s no one I’d rather have at my side. In my passenger seat, or – when I’m tired, and need to lay my weary head to rest – on the wheel.” His fingers unfurl like spring flowers, a silver key nestled in his palm. Cas gasps, stare darting between it and Dean. “It’s not a ring,” he says, “because what’s the point in those if we’re legally dead. Besides, we’ve spent so many years running around in circles… never saying what we should have… I’d hate for that to be the symbol of our relationship. This, though, I… Baby’s mine. But –“

“But you want her to be ours?” Cas finishes, forefinger gently stroking the key. He freezes, wincing at Dean, “Sorry, I did it again.”

Dean relaxes, handing Cas’s key over. “Nah, I was pretty much done, anyhow.”

Cas accepts his gift, then launches himself forward. Kisses Dean passionately, embrace drawn long enough that when they break both men pant. “This makes my gift look worse, by comparison, you realize,” he says, squinting, “you thoughtful, romantic bastard. Making me look like a tool.”

“Hey, I happen to like what you got me,” Dean laughs, smoothing stray hairs from Cas’s temple. His other hand trails lower, brushing his boyfriend’s pubic patch. “Exactly what I’ve been craving.”

Cas noses at Dean’s cheek, growling. “Oh, has it?”

“Yep.” He pops the ‘p’, scratching Cas’s scalp while stubble scrapes freckled skin. “Think maybe I can get a taste of your candy cane, sunshine?”

Laying a hand on Dean’s hand closest to his dick, Cas surprises him by removing it. “Maybe later.”

“Later?”

“I’d rather go for a drive,” he suggests, brandishing his new key, “wouldn’t that sound like a nice Christmas treat?”

“Driving? Now?” Dean splutters, objections loaded like bullets in a gun. However, Cas tilts the argument in his favor, blue eyes wide and soft as if he were a puppy. A dirty trick played during battles Cas knew he would lose. Dean’s defenses crumbled, those bullets clattering on the floor. “I… guess we can. Never too early to get you and Baby better acquainted.” He rises, mournful, “Guess I better find some pants –“

Cas grabs his wrist, stopping him. “No, Dean,” he says, “there’s no time!” He drags Dean out, ignoring all Dean’s squawked protests. Orville’s voice echoing, phone abandoned in their haste. “We have to drive like this!” he insists.

“Naked?” Dean hisses, glancing around in case they run across wandering house guests. Any of their extended family Dean stupidly invited to celebrate Christmas with them. “Seriously Cas, why wouldn’t you let me put clothes on? It’s December, it’ll be freezing on the road!”

Cas pauses at the bend of a corner, frowning. “I doubt it’ll be that cold,” he says. Then, feigned innocence fades into a leer. “If it is, I’m sure we can find ways to stay warm inside Baby. Maybe even fog up her windows…?”

“A dog,” Dean shakes his head, cheeks ruddy with restrained laughter. “A no-good, conniving hound!” Stomping ahead of him, Dean leads Cas elsewhere. “I know a quicker way to the garage.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 3 years

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FIC: In This Town...

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“Party City Red Hood, huh?” Jo quipped with a grin, reacting out and tapping the front of the red bike helmet the other hunter was wearing. “Or, I’ll pay that it’s a step up from that.”

There was a chuckle from somewhere behind the full helmet before he reached up and pulled it off, exposing a black domino mask across his eyes. “You’re one to talk. What are you supposed to be - Sandra Dee?” Dean’s lips quirked up into a smirk as he ran an eye over her for a moment before grinning roguishly. “Surprised you’re not running about being Batgirl.”

The blonde smiled in return, doing a little twist and bob that swung her circle skirt and petticoats about herself, before sticking out her tongue. “Sorry Deano, wasn’t lookin’ to run about in spandex tonight. I’ve gotta be able to move after all-”

“You can in that wide a skirt?” “It helps push customers out of the way at least.” “That seems true enough.”

“Speakin’ of - two beers and some fries for you and Sammy?” Jo asked cheerfully as she spotted the taller man moving to claim one of the booth seats near the doorway to the upstairs. “Tell him I’m sorry we don’t have any salads on the menu these days.”

“Oh no, you have to be the one to break that to him.” Dean smirked in response, fumbling around before throwing a few twenties on the bar top. “Guessing that’ll-”

Jo turned about back to him as she poured two beers for the both and placed them down beside the money before raising a brow. “Yeah, I’ll start a tab for you boys, but you know-”

“Nuh uh, Jo,” The surprise of hearing the other brother’s voice managed to startle both hero and bartender as Sam popped up beside his brother. His usually freed hair was tucked down under the deer stalker on his head, and he seemed to have appeared out of the crowd with the same sense of theatric timing and clairvoyance as his chosen costume would as well - though without the jacket that was thrown over the table saving it for them, it was hard for most to work out he was the famed detective instead of simply a hipster for that year. “I know we’re family, but this is still a business. And business?”

“Is business.” Dean finished in unison with his brother, jostling the other’s shoulder for a second as they both stared down the blonde’s chagrined expression until she finally reached a hand out to take the notes. “That’a girl! Start us up a tab, would you?”

“Sure thin’. I’ll swing round with those fries, and maybe I can ask Grey to bring something healthier from home if you guys need.” “Don’t worry about it, Jo. It’s Halloween - time for candy and alcohol.” “Surprised to hear that from you, Sam!”

The taller of the brother’s shrugged a shoulder before delivering a foppish grin back. “Hey, it’s better than some of the Halloweens we’ve had. I figure I deserve a treat.”

“Right on.” Jo giggled back, smiling and giving a short wave as they turned towards their table before slipping the notes into the cash register beside the other barmaid with a grin and a quick debrief on the brothers’ tab before turning to more customers.

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“Well, well, well, I’d say look what the cat dragged in - but I had nothing to do with it.” The sultry tone did wonders for the joke as the two girls slid into the free edges of the booth.

The Winchesters had been there for the last half an hour, going through a few plates of fries, exchanging a few pleasantries with Harry when he’d come rushing down from upstairs to help behind the bar as the dock crowd slowly gave way to the assorted collection of dressed up college students. The influx seemingly marking the change of clientele that made the space more and more friendly to the sisters’ arrival.

“Say what now?” Dean asked with a grin as he lifted his arm naturally to rest across the back of the booth seat, though he was glad he’d left his helmet beside himself. It gave enough space that he didn’t feel too cramped by the new arrivals. Running an eye over the skin tight black dress, that appeared to him to be more sheer-than-not fabric and left a lot of skin and the lace bodice underneath visible above the skirts ruffles, he couldn’t quite work out what she was supposed to be. He let out a laugh as he caught the shadow’s eye, raising a brow. “What are you supposed to be anyway? Didn’t know Victoria’s Secret Model was a costume option or I’d have cracked out the panties.”

Shada let out her own laugh before pointing a purple manicured finger towards the two little eats attached to the top of her head. “I’m a cat. Dah.”

“I’m pretty sure the joke is that you’re supposed to be a mouse.” Sam quipped from his side of the table, a warm smile directed across at the other for a moment. “I mean, you were going for a Mean Girls reference weren’t you?”

“A what now?” “It’s... It’s a movie. Ask Jo sometime.”

“You and your chick flicks.” Dean laughed, turning to rib as his brother. “Surprised you picked Sherlock when you had so many other options to choose, Fabio.”

Before Sam could respond, the blonde beside him chirped up with a confused look upon her face. “What’s a... Fabio?”

The taller hunter let out a bit of a laugh, and slid the fries plate a little closer to the younger girl as he caught her eye dipping down to look at them curiously, before replying. “Dean here’s just mad he doesn’t have the flowing locks or the six pack to be him. He’s basically the poster art on any romance novel from the eighties.”

“Oh! Like the novels big sister reads?” “Yes, just like those, Ombre.” “Ah, tre bien! You do have the hair for that!”

Shada let out a laugh as the younger shadow had been chewing on a fry before exclaiming happily at working out the reference. It was bemusing to watch the enraptured way her little sister reached out a hand to tug on the loose locks popping out under the ear flaps of the hunter’s hat and the confused and them equally amused look that crossed the man’s face at the innocent gesture.

“Who are you both supposed to be then?” She asked conversationally as she turned to run a disproportionately assessing eye over each hunter. “I am unfamiliar with both your choices.”

Sam smiled back as he picked up a fry, chewing quickly before replying quietly. “I’m being Sherlock Holmes. And please don’t tell me if you don’t know who that is. Your brother already pranked me with that-”

“Oh that sounds just like him.” The brunette shadow laughed, shaking her head quickly when she noticed her sister’s mouth open to voice her confusion. “He’s being a fictional detective, Ombre. A very famous one.” As the other snapped her mouth shut before picking up another fry decisively instead, she figured she’d have to talk to her brother about what other tricks and taunts he’d played on the hunters and to leave some for her. Quirking a curious brow at the man beside her, Shada waved her hand for him to answer her instead.

“Red Hood, at your service.” Dean said with a smile, dropping his hand to pick the helmet off the seat between them for a moment before resettling it. At her blank look the cocky smile drooped slightly and he coughed uncertainly. “He, uh... It’s a comic character. Batman series? Jason Todd? He was a Robin?” At the continued blank look, Dean finally gave a shake of his head and ran a hand through his hair mussing it before smirking widely. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to educate you sometime.”

“Perhaps you will.” Shada didn’t stop the flirtatious tone as she batted her eyes enough to turn the hunter a bright pink before laughing as the dark haired barmaid came hurrying over with a new plate of fries as well as what looked like two fruity drinks. “Um-”

“Jo sent these over, says Grey’s running late. Harry said something about stopping by when it calms down.” The barmaid spoke rapidly, the words a rapid fire as she seemed to be glancing about the space rather than making direct contact. As she turned back from looking towards the bar to look at the motley crew accumulated in the booth, there was a second before a wide, friendly smile grew across her face. “Oh hey! Nice Alice costume! I was thinking of that but Ha- I wanted to go for something a little more musical-theatre that Classic Lit. Okay, sorry, give us a shout if you need anything else!”

As quickly as Sophie had appeared, decked out with bright green skin all over as she had been and the comfortable black dress, she disappeared away again - only noticable by the black witches hat weaving between the crowds of drunken patrons.

“Oh, she liked my costume. She’s so nice!” Ombre’s smile was wider than it had been since she had met up with Shada to get ready, all bright white teeth and crinkled eyes, as she looked about the booth. “I like her!”

“Sophie’s lovely.” Sam replied with an amused smile before nodding his head. “And she’s right, that’s a lovely Alice In Wonderland, Ombre. It’s very accurate too.”

“Merci beaucoup, I adore Alice! I love my socks so much.” “Socks?” “The little frills! Along with all the à fanfreluches - frilly - skirts.” “Ah, I see. Well, it’s a very pretty costume.”

“Merci, merci, merci!” The blonde’s grin was so wide and bright it was almost blinding before she clapped her hands happily.

The group lapsed into a moments quiet as each either had some of their drinks or ate a few of the french fries or onion rings that had just been delivered to the table before the conversation turned towards other things as usual - games, or their mutual friends, or Dean’s attempts to explain just who the Red Hood was as the black cat would look more and more confused hiding her smiles.

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“Yoo-hoo! Guess who made it to the East- wait...” There was a pause as the red haired woman did a spin as she bounded towards the bar. “ Jo - this isn’t on the East coast is it. What is this area even called?”

“We’re in the Midwest, Charlie.” “Uh uh uh - tonight I only answer to my witch name-” “Oh! You’re dressed as Willow!” “Of course. What did you think I was?”

“Some 90′s grunge femme lesbian?” Jo grinned as she ran an eye over the extremely dated clothes the other was wearing, with her bright yellow bucket hat, oversized jean overalls and the colorful yet somehow dull rainbow sweater underneath. “So, I guess, accurate costume.”

“Har har, very funny.” Charlie jibed back with an eye roll, drumming the black painted nails on the bar top. “Who are you supposed to be? Scarlet Witch has red hair, though I suppose it’s sorta blonde in that latest trailer. And her dress is red.”

“Ugh, no and don’t get me started on corporate America, not tonight when I have to keep the masses libationed up.” “Very true, though at least you seem more comfortable than Hermione over there.”

Jo and Charlie both turned to look to see where Sophie was struggling to do the most comfortable bend and pour technique on the bar taps from her height while also not have her Elphaba hat fall off. There was a split second before the black hat went tumbling to the floor and the barmaid had to pick between grabbing it before it’d get beer soaking into it or sticky patches from the floor or drop the patrons glass. The glass won out, and it was another few seconds before the witch got her hat back - now with a few extra dark patches that would likely pick up any dust or crumbs that comes in its path.

“Pity.” Charlie said with a sigh as she turned back to the blonde. “Where’s the rest-”

“Over in the back corner, I’ll take you - gotta drop off another round of drinks anyways.” The bar owner smiled as she raised a brow. “Tequila sunrise, right?”

There was a beat before the redhead found herself fluttering her lashes with a grin. “Oh, Jo, you know the way straight to a woman’s heart don’t you. Such a pity you’ve got such a pretty boyfriend already.”

“Sorry, Charlie, been there, done that, not signin’ up for the newsletter. Gimme a second, will ya?” “Sure thing!”

As soon as the cocktail was ready, Jo plated up the round of drinks for the small hodge-podge group of hunters, shadows and hunter-adjacent arrivals in the back corner, and ducked out from the end of the bar, bringing the researcher over with her.

“Squish up you lot - the party just arrived!” Charlie exclaimed happily as she bounced down into the seat beside the blonde shadowgirl who was gesticulating wildly about some story or other. “What’re we all talking about? When are the rest of the boys due?”

“Ed texted Harry about thirty minutes ago to say Spruce lost one of his bolts, so they’re going to be about ten more.” Sam replied with a grin, somehow shimmying his frame further down the bench and around to make more room for the newest arrival. “And what’s taking Grey so long, Jo?”

As Jo slowly set down her tray and started handing out the array of drinks, her brows creased into a tiny frown and everyone bit back a laugh at the borderline pout on her lips. “All the trick or treatin’ kids in the neighborhood are freakin’ Nana out. So Grey’s stayin’ put for another hour until it dies down and she calms down.”

“That’s a shame,” Dean remarked, though the flash of a grin on his face didn’t match at all to the words before he shrugged and added more genuinely with a serious look. “No, actually, that’s a bummer. It’ll be... nice to catch up more.” There was a pause as he drank a sip of his beer before he finished quietly. “Truly. Hope he gets here soon.”

“Thanks. Okay, you guys are set, I’ll be back ‘round with another lot soon.” The blonde gave a bounce which flounced the skirts of her outfit a little before she span on her heel and clicked away in the pink heels to deal with the still onslaughting group of customers.

“Really Dean?” “What Sammy?” “Don’t be a dick.”

“Yeah, that’s not cool, Deano.” Charlie remarked with a smirk as she took a sip of her drink - the tequila and orange juice one of her favorites - raising a brow back at him. “Besides, it’s much more fun annoying Jo when she’s in a good mood than bad. So wait until Grey shows up and then we can tease the both of them.”

That got a round of laughs from the table as a whole, and the redhead felt a surge of pride noticing the way Dean turned to genuinely apologise to the scowling dark haired woman before asking Ombre to start her story again from the beginning.

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“Who ya gonna call?!” “Ghostbusters!” “Fuck yeah!”

The shouts coming from the trio as they emerged from the stairway brought about a round of laughs from the group as all three men moved towards the group.

“Well, better than calling on the last group - what’d you used to call yourselves?” Sam asked jovially as he shifted another time and held a hand out to shake each of the three men’s hands as they sat down, before resting it over the top of the bench seating spanning behind both blonde and redhead.

“Facers, Losechester, the Ghostfacers. You know that.” Ed snapped back with a smirk as he slid into the space beside the dark haired woman at the table and ran a quick eye over her before grinning wider. “Hey, surprised you’re not dressed up in a bright purple Sombra this evening, Shada.”

“Well, I do enjoy simplicity.” Shada replied with a smirk of her own, picking up her drink and shuffling a little further down the bench as Spruce tried to fit in. Glancing at the small sliver of space left, she turned back towards the hunter that had yet to have to bunch down. Batting her lashes and tapping a manicured finger against the top of his red helmet between them, the girl’s lips twitched into a knowing smirk. “Oh, Dean, you’ll have to make some more room. Or else I might just think you’re scared of little old me.”

“Don’t worry Shada, if he won’t move you can always use my lap instead.” Ed’s quip was met with an immediate scurrying from the hunter to shove the red motorcycle off the bench seat and between his feet with a slightly unfocused scowl towards him. “Oh too bad.”

“Awww, sorry Ed, looks like I’ve got some more room.”

“Can you three stop flirting and move the fuck over so I can sit down?” The last of the Ghostbusting trio growled out as he raised an eyebrow at all three and got laughed at by Harry, Charlie, Sam and Ombre on the other side of the booth. It took a moment for Shada and Ed to shuffle enough, packed like sardines and the brunette girl sitting almost partway into the hunter’s lap at the other end before there was enough room for Spruce to slip in. “Oh thank god, the sweaty drunks were getting boring.”

“Hey guys, another round?” Sophie’s voice suddenly appeared, and the green girl was smiling brightly at all of them as she set down her tray and started handing out drinks. Though there was a second as Harry reached for one of the glasses at the same time that their fingers caught, and if she hadn’t been covered in green paint everyone at the table was sure that she’d have turned bright red. “No, no, Harry, you’re off for the night! Please, let me.”

“Oh come on. You’re being run off your feet-” “Yeah, but I’m being paid-” “-And you don’t need to dote so much-” “Of course I do!”

“Oh my god, you two are such doux amours!” Ombre’s voice finally cut through the bickering pair, catching Harry and Sophie’s attention to confused looks. There was a second before the blonde waved her hand happily across Charlie towards them. “Harry, Harry, don’t forget to kiss your girlfriend goodbye if she is having to work!”

The round of laughter that followed that statement in the face of the bright red that colored the researcher’s face and the stammering from the green-faced barmaid. There was another round of laughter when Sophie actually dropped the glass in question, and Harry floundered quickly with napkins to try to clean up the spilled drink.

“What’d I say?” Ombre asked quietly, her eyes darting about the laughing group and blushing herself until Spruce lent across to give her hand a pat. “What did I-”

“It’s fine, Ombre.” Spruce grinned wickedly back as he plucked his own beer from the tray while Harry and Sophie were awkwardly attempting to mop up the drink but not touch one another. “Harry’s not gotten around to asking Soph yet. You’re just a little early.”

“Oh. Okay!”

“Dude!” Harry hissed the words out across the table, glaring at the taller man before blushing under scrutiny further. “Don’t-”

“It’s okay, Spangler. You’ll get there eventually.” “Dude, not the point.”

“I... I’ve got to get back to help Jo.” Sophie stammered for a moment, glancing around at the group as she pressed the tray up against her chest and rushed away while Harry thunked his head onto the table top.

There was a pause before a hand fell on his shoulder, Sam leaning past the two girls between the both of them, to pat his shoulder a few times. “That’s rough, buddy.” The words sounded genuine, but the laughter that started up at the table from Harry’s groan and the wicked grin on the hunter’s face as everyone turned into ribbing the researcher about his unfulfilled crush.

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The crowd in the bar was winding down - the cheap drinks advertisement Jo, Sophie and Harry had devised doing exactly what they had planned in encouraging an influx crowd of youngsters earlier in the evening that would chase out the dock crews and hunters for the evening, and then as the hour got nearer to midnight the crowds would slowly filter out to the hipper, more aesthetic or club-like spaces around town as the three hours of cheap base spirits faded off. It was strategic - not only to make sure the bar would be shadow-friendly for most of the evening, but also to capitalize on a large influx and then giving both Harry and Jo the opportunity to enjoy the later hour with friends.

It took until almost 11 for the door to finally open and the last of the remaining large group of friends to arrive.

“I hate this holiday.” Grey seethed harshly as he made his way towards the booth and looked around in surprise at how squished and yet uncaring the group was. “Hey, what’d I miss?”

“Grey!” “Brother, finally!” “Hey man, how’d it go with the dog?” “Did you bring the puppy, brother?”

“No, I didn’t. Bloody Trick or Treaters kept freaking Nana out with the screaming and laughing.” He sighed quietly as he glanced to the side and pulled a seat over towards the end of the table, tugging with a sigh on his tie. “They all finished about two hours ago but she was so worked up I couldn’t leave.”

“Did you have many people stop?” Charlie asked, raising a brow at him. “I put up a big sign back at home that I only believe in giving out edibles so I suspect a lot of angry stoners that I wasn’t home.”

The shadow gave the other a disbelieving look for a moment before raising an eyebrow right back at her. “There’s a lot of children along the road, and being near the school means a lot of visitors. Went through about fifteen bags of candy before I decided enough was enough.”

“That’s far too much sugar to be giving out, brother.” “Oh really?” “Yes, really.”

“Well, I suspect Jo will be sad there isn’t any leftovers when we get home.” Grey smiled gently across at his sister, not even blinking at her choice of costume or lack there of, before doing a double take at noticing her sitting almost fully in the hunter’s lap and the way Dean was simply talking across her back towards his brother and the blonde shadow. “I see I missed more than a little trick or treating here too.”

“So many treats, you know.” Shada rebutted with a loud laugh. “I’m just embracing my choice of costume.”

“Oh?” “Cats must sit on laps, right?” “Ah.”

“Don’t worry man,” Ed spoke up then, giving a huffed laugh. “Dean lost a bet an hour back, he’s only got another five minutes before she’s got to get off.”

“Only if he remembers to ask though, or wants me to.” “Oh I’ll want you to, you foxy minx. You keep stealing my drinks before they get to me.” “Shush, Dean, chairs can’t talk.”

Blinking a few times at the array of banter, Grey simply shook his head before pushing back to his feet. “I’m going to go get a dri-”

“Doctor!” The squeal came high and clear over the subdued murmur of voices and lowered but atmospheric volume of the jukebox in the corner, and Grey found himself letting out a laugh as he turned to see a flurry of baby pink skirts and blonde hair spinning about behind the bar before scurrying from around the end of the bar itself. “Oh about bloody time!”

“Sorry, time got a little away from me.” Grey chuckled as he replied, pushing his chair a little back as Jo finally came bounding up to his side and threw an arm around his waist with that dazzling smile he loved so much. “You know how it is-”

“Oh of course, the man with all the time in the universe can’t keep a single track of it.” “That’s exactly how it is.” “Very wibbly-”

“-Wobbly.” He finished with an equally wide smile, tucking a strand of hair back behind Jo’s ear before leaning in to press his lips to hers in a click of teeth at just how wide their smiles were before they were kissing properly for the barest moment and he pulled back. “Sorry it took so long though, pretty one.” Grey said quieter, leaning down to whisper against Jo’s ear. “Nana was scared on a scarey night and wanted her mommy.”

“No problem, hunny, we’ll be home sometime tonight and I’m sure she’ll be okay until then.” Jo replied sweetly, pecking his lips a last time before turning towards the table as a whole. Her whole face shifted from the wide grin into a sneer. “Well now, can you guys tell who I am yet?”

There was a moment before Harry and Spruce had looks change from confusion at Jo’s dragging the table out of their conversations before they started smiling and nodded, with awkward laughter between them. It took another moment before Ed and Sam followed suit, with Ed crying out sharply “Oh! That makes so much more sense than Betty Draper!”

“That guess was so fuckin’ bullshit, Ed.” “Well it’s not our fault your couples-stume only makes sense together!” “It’s not my fault you clearly aren’t a fan enough to recognise this on sight.”

“Jo, stop being mad,” Harry shook his head smiling up towards the couple and playing mediator like he had been all night between Jo and others when the question on who or what exactly she was dressed as had come up. “Besides, it’s cute that it needs Grey here to make it work for both of you.”

Grey raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked down at his gym shoes and then further up towards his brown, pinstriped suit and the skinny tie in confusion that it might not be clear who he was, but then he felt the same looking at Jo in her quasi-beehive hairstyle and the flouncy baby pink dress and blue jacket that pulled her waist into a tiny point before the poofy nature of her skirts. He thought it was obvious who they both were, and that the blue tipped screwdriver poking out of his jacket pocket was really unnecessary for anyone to know the star-crossed lovers they were dressed as that night.

“Anyway, I’m off duty for the night now - but if Sophie needs a hand you and I might need to pitch in, Harry.” “And with closing down once us lot are done and she’s gone home for the night, I know.” “Oh actually, I had mentioned once we call last drinks to the rest of the kiddies here at one that Soph’s welcome to stay and hang out a little while. You don’t got a problem with that do you Harry?”

If Jo’s question sounded been innocent, the wicked twitch of her lips gave away any chance of innocence and any thought there wasn’t any intent behind it, which got a large laugh from Spruce and Charlie at Harry’s spluttering before Grey found himself getting pulled into the good natured teasing.

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The night was a bit of a blur but in the way in which a night of good conversation, good companionship and good feelings was lost.

Shada eventually returned to sitting on the bench but a lot later than she was expected to, and at one point had her cat ears joined by the black domino mask that covered her smokey eyes but made her smiles seem a little more wicked and flirtatious as she batted her eyes out of the darkness.

Sam and Spruce found themselves eventually sitting beside one another and discussing in depth the problems with higher educations toll upon students and the pressures of achieving grades. They were both surprised to learn that’d both been pre-law, and that neither had felt the push to continue through the loss of either girlfriend in Sam’s case or friend in Spruce’s. And then that they both found bananas disgusting.

Charlie and Ombre spent an inordinate time standing up after it was found out that the tall blonde knew nothing of dancing - and the string of dance favorites that were set up on the jukebox for the two, and then three when Sophie had scared the last of the customers out of the bar and joined them both, made for an amusing range of background music.

Dean slowly got drunk on his beers but kept to himself for the most part, simply content after a while to rub at the small of the back of the girl on his lap with a thumb and listen to her and Jo’s talk about some shopping spree or birthday or something coming up. And once he was a free man again, turned his attention back towards his beer and the odd conversation he was pulled into.

Grey was pleased to find himself moved onto the booth seating after a bit beside Jo, hands held together in her lap or an arm around her waist, as he spent until the wee hours talking with Ed and Harry or even Dean about anything and everything so long as he had the warm presence of his sunshine pressed up against his side.

Nothing could go wrong so long as he could just look out the corner of his eye and see that smile in an instant. And when they got home, he was sure they’d have their fluffy baby curled up on the end of the bed to make that feel just as warm as sitting in the warm atmosphere of friendship there.

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