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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Come Together - Little Movie Star Chapter Five (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

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Summary: It was finally time to meet the Padalecki’s. What if they did not like you? You were expecting a lot of things but you certainly were not expecting this. Were you dreaming? You had to be.

Words: 1,912

Warnings: language, Jared being a hugger (you’ll understand why I put it here), being uncomfortable, scared of having to go back, surprises, kinda a filler chapter but important for the future of this story

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~2016~

Tonight, the Padalecki’s were coming over. When Jensen broke the news to you, you were excited but equally nervous. Danneel drove the kids over to their grandparents so they would not disturb you during dinner. Not that they ever annoyed you. The exact opposite, actually. You loved having them around. But you were supposed to focus on Jared & Gen tonight.

The thought of them getting to know you scared the shit out of you. They were the Ackles’ best friends, after all, & you wanted to leave a good first impression behind. It took you some time to figure out what you wanted to wear for dinner. It would be held at home so you did not have to overdress but at the same time, you found dressing nicely to be convenient. After changing your outfit one too many times, you settled on a simple look. While it was nothing special, you did feel confident in it. And confidence was definitely something you needed later today.

Spending hours in the bathroom was not planned, it simply happened. You wanted to look perfect. Danneel had told you that there was no need to worry, that they would love you just as you were. Being a fan of them for a long time, you knew they would never judge you by they way you looked. It just was not in their nature. Still, it could not hurt to put effort into your look, right?

When you woke up today, the first thing you did was checking your phone. You knew you should not but sometimes you felt the need to. By now, everyone knew about you. And while the hate comments were becoming less & less, some days, you only noticed the negative responses. Of course, the media had picked up on the fact that you were a new person they could write about. There was not much to report about you, though. Some paparazzi had shot a few pictures of you over the time of you living in Austin. At first, you were creeped out by the idea of being watched 24/7. Now, you were dealing with it way better. When you were seen with Jensen, you posed for the pictures & it was fun to mess with them, really. Besides your first Instagram post, you had been quiet on social media. The hate wave still needed some time to die down & you did not want to add fire to the flame by posting more stuff about your new life. Surprisingly, the articles that had been written about you were mainly positive. Of course, a couple of them were looking for drama but because of your silence on social media, there was not much they could write about.

Walking out of your room after checking your look in the mirror for the hundredth time, you saw that you still had an hour left before they would be coming by. You could ask Danneel if you could help in the kitchen. She had insisted on making the main dish while the Padalecki’s would bring over dessert. Danneel heard you walking in & gasped when she turned around to look at you.

“Wow, (Y/N). You look gorgeuous.” blushing at her words, you thanked her.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” walking over, you could already smell the delicious dish Danneel was preparing.

“You could set the table if you don’t mind?” she asked you & you immediately got to work, grabbing everything necessary to put on the table.

Hey, Dee?” you were at a point where calling her by her nickname did not make you uncomfortable anymore. Yet, if you had to be fully honest, being in Jensen’s presence calmed you more. Comparing your relationship to the beginning, though, the both of you had improved by a lot. And you were grateful that your trying was not for nothing.

“What’s up?”

“Where’s Jensen? Shouldn’t he…I don’t know, be here already?” you knew he was not the person to be late, especially not for something as important as this. Okay, it was just dinner but he was aware of your nervousness even days before. Danneel informed you that he was at the Padalecki’s house & would arrive right in time with them. Okay, good. At least he did not forget about it.

Ever since you had arrived in Austin, Jensen’s filming schedule was all over the place. The crew wanted to give him more time with you & the change in his life. This ended up in him flying back & forth from Vancouver to Austin almost every couple of days. It was exhausting & you had reasoned with him to focus on his work entirely, that you guys would be okay here. But nope, Jensen wanted to be there with his family & you appreciated his efforts a lot. A lot of weekends, he was at conventions all across the country but he always managed to stop by & spend time with you all. He was great.

There was knocking on the front door & you knew it was them. Danneel asked you to get the door & you were silently preparing yourself. You had multiple conversations in your head & hoped that one of them would be fitting. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. Damn, you knew Jared was tall but he was tall. You were pulled into a bone-crashing hug before any words were exchanged. Right, you knew Jared was a hugger, you had seen enough videos of him admitting that. Still, you were getting used to physical touch & his hug did more bad than good. You hated yourself for feeling that way, there was no need to be scared of hugs.

“Easy, pal. Let her go.” Jensen rescued you by tapping Jared’s shoulder. It was as if he suddenly remembered that you actually were not one for hugs. Pulling away abruptly, he scratched the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry…” he quietly apologized. “I’m Jared. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N).” you could not stay mad at him, the look in his eyes & his smile was enough to forget the uncomfortable hug immediately.

“It’s no problem & likewise, Jared.” stepping out of the doorway to let them in, Gen came into view & she smiled sweetly at you. Not making the same mistake as Jared, she simply shook your hand.

“Hi (Y/N), I’m Gen. You look pretty.” would you ever stop blushing whenever someone gave you a compliment? You were not sure but it was something you could work on, you thought.

“Thank you. It’s good to see you.” keeping your nervousness at bay, you were proud when your voice did not crack. If you acted like this the entire evening, you would be fine.

Jared & Gen walked into the house to greet Danneel & Jensen stopped you before you could follow them. Facing him, you gave him a confused look, not knowing what he wanted from you.

“I’m sorry about Jared. I told him you weren’t one for hugs but that jerk doesn’t listen very well.” Jensen felt bad that the first interaction between you guys was uncomfortable for you.

“It’s fine, Jensen, really. I knew he was a hugger.” a laugh escaped you, one that eased him a little. Now he could tell you were not mad at what happened. It could only get better from now on, right?

Dinner went by fast. It was easy to talk to them & while they did ask you a lot of questions, they were never uncomfortable. They knew where the line was that should not be crossed. At least for the time being.

“So, (Y/N).” Jared started.

“Yeah?”

“I heard a rumor that you’re a fan of Supernatural?” he gave you a smile that showed you that he knew the answer to that question already. You nodded your head.

“Started watching about three years ago.“

“That brings me to my next very important question. Who’s your favorite? Sam or Dean?” oh, he did go down that road, great. You could feel Jensen’s eyes on you & Jared was looking way too confident. Honesty was important, right? Well, then you might as well confess.

“Actually…Cas is my favorite.” you admitted. Both, Jared & Jensen, gasped & acted as if the world just ended. You laughed at their antics. They could be such children.

“That’s my girl.” Danneel spoke up & high-fived you. Yeah, you could get used to that group of people.

Danneel & Gen left Jensen, Jared & you alone, knowing what they were about to tell you. Jared had brought you a little gift. It was one of his hoodies from the newest “Always Keep Fighting” campaign. The one with the “Family Has Your Back” logo. After thanking him, you immediately put it on, loving how it fit you. It was a little too big on you but that made it even comfier.

“We have to tell you something.” Jensen started. Oh no. Usually, when people from your past started a conversation like this, you were sent back the next day. Wait…Would they really do that? After everything?

“O-okay?” hiding your nervousness was not possible anymore. Jared noticed you trembling hands & eased your mind before you got the wrong impression.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s a good thing, I promise.” again, Jared’s smile had an effect on you. Maybe it was because he was so empathetic.

“Remember when you told me that you enjoyed acting a while ago?” Jensen continued after you nodded, “I managed to get you two auditions. They are online, so I can be there with you this entire time. That is, of course, only if you wanna do this.” your eyes widened at his words. Had you heard him right? He got you auditions? Plural? That was literally one of your biggest dreams.

“So?” Jared asked when you were silent for a few seconds. You just needed time to process everything. But holy shit. Of course you wanted to do this!

“I’d love to! What are the auditions for?”

“One is for being a main character in season 13 of Supernatural & the-“ Jensen was cut off.

“WAIT WHAT?! You’re kidding, right?”

“He so isn’t kidding.” Jared chimed in.

“And the second one?” everything was too much right now. How could you possibly deal with this information without freaking out?

“A role for the next Avengers movie.” Jensen finished. Yeah, sure, why not?

“How? How did you get these auditions for me?” you were shocked to say the least. What was happening?

“We do have some connections.” Jared winked at you & this time, it was you who pulled the both of them into a hug. Jared looked surprised while Jensen just smiled. He appreciated whenever you initiated physical touch, knowing it was not easy for you.

After the talk, Danneel & Gen joined you guys again & you excitedly told them about your upcoming auditions. That was so foreign to you. Having upcoming auditions. Even though they made sure that you understood that they could not guarantee anything, you were more than grateful that they even got you this opportunity. Supernatural & Marvel, both fandoms you loved wholeheartedly. And now you had the chance to be play an actual part if everything worked out. And how you hoped it would. Your life had changed so much lately & it could change even more now.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/17/2021) by Cathy

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bourbonbees · 3 years

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Suptober Day 6- Cemetery Boys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34336042

Rating- G Jack POV

Jack has discovered there are a great deal of things that he loves about being human, he loves eating cake, taking his dog for walks, and swimming, but there’s nothing he loves more than his family. His family is not conventional, he’s got three dads, one of which is an angel, but all of them love him unconditionally. It’s rocky at first with Dean but after some quality time spent listening to Zep and going fishing together, the grumpy hunter warms up to him. It also doesn’t hurt that Jack’s first dad, Castiel, is also Dean’s partner and therefore holds a lot of sway over him, whether he likes it or not. Sam, his third dad was the best! He’s the one that establishes family movie night, Jack’s favorite night of the week!

Sam lets Jack pick the movies pretty much every week, much to Dean’s dismay. This week Jack chooses Ghostbusters as his pick. It’s great, he especially loves the jokes and the Stay Puffed Marshmallow man. He isn’t sure where the writers did their research for the movie though, his experiences with ghosts contain a lot less whimsy and a lot more salting and burning. The movie is just wrapping up when it hits him, they don’t have a name, every great team of heroes has a name.

“Hey, why don’t we have a name?” Jack poses the question, looking to Dean for a response.

“Kid, how much candy have you had? Are you sugar crashing? Remember, me Dean, you Jack, that annoying guy over there, Sam, this adorable ray of sunshine, Castiel.” Dean is concerned, he feels Jack’s forehead and looks him over, his parental instincts kicking in.

“No like a team name! Like there’s The Avengers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, uh The Fellowship of the Ring.” Jack lists off, Sam sending him a proud smile at the last one.

“Jack, hunters don’t really do teams. We’re kinda solitary, it’s our nature.” Sam explains, causing Jack even further confusion as he looks around at his family. They do everything together, live together, celebrate wins together, spend holidays together, work together, is that not a team?

“We’re not a team? Isn’t a family a team?” Jack frowns, worrying that he’s misread a long series of social cues. He is prone to that sometimes, his brain working a bit differently from his dads, neurodivergent, that’s what Sam had called it.

“Jack, oh, of course we’re a team. But more than that, we’re family.” Cas swoops in, reaching over and patting Jack on the shoulder. Cas is always the gentlest of his dads, he gives really good hugs, and is the one Jack goes to on the days where being a human is too much to deal with.

“Would it make you feel better if we had a team name?” Dean offers, following Cas’ lead. Jack doesn’t miss when Cas sends Dean a small nod of approval. Dean has a different parenting approach, sometimes he’s a bit harder on Jack. Jack doesn’t like that but he understands that Dean is trying.

“Yeah, I was thinking Cemetery Boys!” Jack says right away, looking around the room expectantly. Sam chokes slightly on his beer while Cas smiles approvingly, Dean laughs softly, shaking his head at Jack.

“Well we do spend a disproportionate amount of time in cemeteries, so it makes sense to me.” Jack defends, his cheeks feeling hot, blushing, that’s what Sam had told him it was. Sometimes Jack hates being human, blushing is embarrassing and makes him feel a bit like a baby.

“Shouldn’t we be cemetery men?” Dean questions, raising a quizzical brow at Jack.

“Technically speaking, Jack and myself are neither male nor female. So, no.” Cas supplies, shrugging his shoulders at Dean and earning an eye roll. Jack doesn’t understand why his dads enjoy teasing each other so much, maybe annoying someone was another human way to express love?

“So, you’re telling me, I came out as bisexual for nothing because, I’m not really dating a man?” Dean blanches, gently smacking Cas on the shoulder. Hitting people is another love language Jack has learned, but not too hard, he learned that after accidently punching Sam a little too enthusiastically on the shoulder. Play fighting is good, actual violence is bad, he had explained that to him.

“We’re non-binary! Claire taught me that.” Jack is happy to interrupt, always happy to share the latest things he’d learned. He loves Claire for that reason, she’s always full of new things to learn, she is an excellent big sister. “Claire, Me, Cas, and Dean, we’re all LGBLT? Or is it LGBTQ? Either way, Claire is a lesbian, she also taught me that. And Dean, you’re a bisexual! Cas, you’re gay, I think? So, you didn’t come out for nothing, you came out for your non-binary partner.” Ha! Jack is very proud, this is one area he feels confident he knows more about than Sam, Dean, or even Cas.

“You’re surprisingly well informed for a toddler.” Sam compliments, tipping his beer bottle at him.

“The toddler age range ends at 3, I assure you, Jack is 4. He is no longer a toddler. I read all the development books.” Cas corrects, earning a laugh from Dean and a groan from Sam.

“He did, trust me Sammy, made me read some of them as well. Babies are weird man. Glad you came out fully formed kid, it was a relief.” Dean chuckles. Jack is relieved he came out fully formed too, it’s a lot more fun hanging out with his family when he can talk to them like this.

“I’m a celestial being, age doesn’t exist for me. I am as old or as young as I want to be at any given minute. Isn’t that neat?” Jack prides himself on choosing this form, a teenage body, he likes it because he can help his family. He likes going hunting, driving cars, and helping Dean cook dinner, a baby couldn’t do any of that!

“He really is your son-uh I mean they really are your child?” Dean self corrects, Jack notices he does that a lot more lately, again he really is trying to be better. Jack admires that about Dean, it’s something he tries to emulate as best as he can, always working to be a better person and make his mistakes right.

“Oh, I’m comfortable with he/they, just like my dad! I do feel like a boy most of the time.” Jack looks to Cas who nods along with him. They’d talked about it once, Cas explained that Jack could change a number of things about himself if he wished, if it would better match his soul. But Jack is really and truly happy with who he is. So is Cas.

“Yeah that’s my son.” Cas says fondly, pulling Jack into a hug. This is a good hug, the kind that makes Jack feel safe and cared for. Cas always makes him feel like he belongs, that no matter what he has a place in his arms.

That night, Jack sets a plan into motion. He waits until everyone is asleep and gets to work on creating gifts for his family. He uses his powers to manifest a set of matching black crew neck sweatshirts with the words ‘Cemetery Boys’ embroidered on the front in white thread. He then designs a magnet, putting a little ghost and tombstone on it. Once he’s satisfied he goes through the recycling and finds a box to put the sweatshirts in.

The next part is the most dangerous. Jack, creeps down the hall to the door that leads into the garage attached to the bunker. His eyes glimmer when he finds his target, the black 67 Impala, sitting dead center in the garage. Dean had just waxed her the day before so she was extra shiny. Jack likes when Baby is shiny, it makes the sun reflect on his face, nice and warm. He takes the magnet and carefully places it on the bumper, making sure not to scuff or scratch the shiny metal. Then in a flash, he is back in his room, laying in his bed as if nothing has happened.

Dean doesn’t notice the magnet until they are packing for a hunt the next day, a simple salt and burn case in Wisconsin. The whole family is going! Dean has even promised Jack that he will take him to Wisconsin Dells if it goes well and they will go to a place called Deer Park where he could pet and feed a bunch of deer. Jack likes animals, sometimes more than people, they’re much less complicated.

“Oh my god! My Baby is a whore! You gave her a tramp stamp?” Dean gasps, pointing to the offending ‘Cemetery Boys’ magnet on the bumper.

“You like it? I made it myself!” Jack beams with pride, hoping Dean was speechless because he was blown away by his ability to create magnets.

“Also, the term you’re looking for is sex worker. You need to be more sex positive Dean, especially for someone, who from the sound I hear coming from your room at night, seems to enjoy sex a great deal.” Jack blurts out nervously when Dean doesn’t respond. Jack tends to do that, he wishes he could stop, another part of what makes him different from most people.

“Oh, for the love of Christ. Please Jack, no.” Sam is doing something Claire told Jack is a facepalm, meaning he was either embarrassed or frustrated, perhaps both?

“Do not be ashamed of our healthy sex life, Dean. But do but ashamed of your gendered slurs and generally overdramatic demeanor. The car is unharmed, it’s a magnet.” Cas steps in, doing the teasing thing again. Jack really doesn’t understand his dads, but he’s glad they seem happy together.

“I swear one day Baby and I will drive away and leave you all behind. Traitors.” Dean threatens, this is a joke, Jack measures. Dean does that a lot, uses sarcasm and empty threats, at first they used to confuse and frighten Jack but now he just accepts it’s part of his nature. Dean is grumpy. Loveable but grumpy.

“See your theatrics are quite comical. You couldn’t leave us if you tried. Who would open the pickle jars for you, darling?” Cas smirks, Jack remembers witnessing this scene, Dean saying all the “no words” at a jar of gherkins as he struggled for a good 5 minutes, until his dad took the jar and opened it within two seconds.

“It was one time! And I swear I loosened it!” Dean glowers, clearly ashamed by the great pickle debacle of last week.

“Dads, stop. I will remove the magnet.” Jack decides it’s his job to play peacemaker, he steps up and gently takes the magnet off baby’s bumper, Dean visibly sighs in relief. Jack tries to hide his disappointment, he’d meant the sticker as a gift.

Cas notices his mood shift and is by his side, pulling Jack into a side hug. “Hey, you can put it on my truck.” He offers, rubbing Jack’s back and making him instantly feel better, must be magic dad powers Jack figures.

“Thanks dad, this is why you’re my favorite.” He says without thinking, Sam and Dean giving him matching offended expressions.

“Uh-what about me, I’m the one that sneaks you candy when Cas isn’t looking.” Sam makes a good point, he is exceptionally good at sneaking. He and Jack have so much fun together, that’s how they ended up with Miracle the dog. Sam had helped Jack smuggle him into the bunker and once both Jack and Cas had bonded with the dog, Dean couldn’t kick him out. Though Jack knows that Dean loves the dog just as much, he’s caught him slipping Miracle some of the good bacon when he thinks no one is looking.

“No Dean is the one that gives me candy. You help me pull pranks!” Jack laughs as Dean, flinches, quickly busing himself with packing all their bags in the trunk along with the weapons they’d need.

“Dean!” Cas says in his low, ‘oh no you’re in trouble,’ voice. “We’ve dicussed this, Jack’s intake of high fructose corn syrup is frighteningly high. He needs to eat real food.” He adds. Nougat is a food, Jack thinks privately, nougat might be his favorite food in fact.

“He’s a kid, he’ll be fine. Dean and I lived on that shi-stuff as kids and we turned out alright.” Sam, usually the vegetable police, surprisingly comes to Jack and Dean’s rescue, earning a matching raised brow from them both.

“Did you though?” Cas challenges, hand on his hip, sometimes dad gets sassy. Jack likes when dad gets sassy because it’s funny, makes him laugh.

“Well damn, don’t sugar coat it or anything babe.” Dean says in disbelief, opening the passenger door for Cas, Sam climbing into Baby’s backseat before Dean motions for Jack to come sit behind him. “Do I even want to know?” He sighs as he spots the box Jack is carrying.

“Well you’ve all been distracting me, I almost forgot.” Jack pauses as he opens the box and holds up the Sam sized sweatshirt. “I made us all shirts! Team shirts, we’re the Cemetery Boys!” He says proudly, shoving the shirt at Sam, then two at Cas, one for him and one for Dean. Jack pulls on his own shirt right away, stretching his arms and modeling it for them all.

“Can you all wear them for me?” Jack pulls out his trump card for this one, using the ‘look’ that Sam had taught him. He made his eyes big and kept them open just long enough so they were watering slightly, then bit his lip.

“I really screwed myself when I taught you my secrets. Really, using my own puppy eyes on me. Really short sighted of me to teach you that.” Sam sighs as he pulls on the sweatshirt, Cas doing the same.

“Nope, still not doing it. I don’t do matching shirts.” Dean holds firm, shaking his head at Cas when he holds out the sweatshirt to him as they pull out of the garage.

“Dean, the couch in the library is awfully uncomfortable. It’d be a shame if you had to sleep there.” Cas is firmly on team Cemetery Boys, pulling out the big threats to get Jack his way.

“Ugh fine, but no one can ever find out about this!” Dean groans, waiting until he’s at a stop sign at the end of the road to pull it on. Jack lights up, his team is complete, all three dads are wearing his shirt!

“It’s funny how easily emasculated you are Dean. Life is a lot more fun when you stop caring about gender expectations.” Cas smirks, Dean rolling his eyes at Cas and mimicking his know it all expression.

“Dean is sensitive, dad, and he’s really good at making pies! I think he cares less than you think he does.” Jack pauses, pleased when Dean makes eye contact with him in the rearview mirror and smiles. “Besides, I saw the pink underwear he hides when I helped with that laundry that one time.” He adds, Dean’s smile quickly disappearing, his eyes wide as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.

“Jesus Christ, kid, stop selling out all my secrets.” Dean grits between his teeth, now he is blushing. Jack knows Dean hates blushing just as much as he does.

“Oh that’s good! Can’t wait to tell Claire that one!” Sam barks out a laugh, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“You wouldn’t!” Dean hangs his head in shame when they stop for a train.

“Already did!” Sam sing songs, holding up his phone. Jack is sometimes thankful that Claire doesn’t live with them, living with your sibling seems exhausting sometimes, if Sam and Dean are any indication.

“Alright that’s enough Jack, don’t spill all the coffee. Your dad is allowed to have his secrets.” Cas intervenes, gently patting Dean’s thigh.

“Tea, dad, its spill the tea!” Jack sometimes can’t handle how out of touch his dad is. Guess that’s what happens when you’re millions of years old.

“Oh right, what’s the difference?” Cas sighs, laying his head back against the headrest as if he’s exhausted, Jack knows it’s just for dramatic effect because Cas doesn’t sleep.

“Cas, there’s big difference! One is the nectar of the gods and the other is glorified leaf water.” Dean defends, holding Cas’ hand, it’s meant to be a private gesture, but Jack can see it and it makes his heart happy.

“Tea is good.” Sam tries.

“I rest my case.” Dean counterpoints.

The case is a rough one, it turns out to be a bit more than a simple salt and burn. The ghost, a family annihilator was coming from beyond the grave to try to kill his son who had survived his attack. They had split into two groups, Dean and Cas at the cemetery burning the bones and Jack and Sam with the victim, trying to keep him safe.

“Do you think maybe we can take a photo together in our shirts?” Jack asks offhandedly as he and Sam roam the house looking for any objects that might still tether the ghost to the house.

“Why do you care so much about these shirts and taking a photo together?” Sam asks curiously, making Jack pause to think for a moment.

“Because, I’ve been watching a bunch of shows and movies, and all the families in them, they have all these photos together. They make all these memories together and they display them in their houses for everyone to see. I want that. The fact that we don’t have that makes me kind of scared, like this isn’t real. Like you all are prepared to run at a moment’s notice if I go nuclear.” Jack explains, using air quotes around the word nuclear.

“Oh. Oh. Jack, hey, it’s not like that. I guess, well we’ve been so busy saving people and hunting things, we’ve lost track of normal family things. You’re family Jack. Promise.” Sam says right away, pulling Jack into a crushing hug. Sam is strong, Jack hopes to be that strong someday.

“Can we take a photo then, a family portrait?” Jack asks hopefully.

“Family portrait? Family portrait. Shit! Jack, the family portrait!” Sam gasps, letting Jack go and looking around the room with wild eyes.

“Huh?” Jack is trying to catch up before he spots the family portrait hanging above the fireplace, both the victim and his evil departed dad in the photo. He rushes to grab it off the wall and tosses it into the fireplace. Sam pulls out a container of salt and lighter fluid, coating the portrait, then Jack tosses a match, lighting it on fire.

“Good work kid.” Sam grins as the ghost appears and then bursts into flames. “I think you’ve earned that portrait.”

True to his word, the first thing in the morning, Sam helps Jack use the laptop to find the closest portrait studio. It happens to be a JC Penney portrait studio, making Dean groan and complain about cheesy backgrounds and awkward poses that they’d likely endure. With much coaxing and further threats from Cas to relegate Dean to sleeping with Miracle on the dog bed, he agrees to the photoshoot.

Jack gets several copies of the photos made. He hands out wallet sized copies to Mary and Eileen who both coo over how adorable they look. Cas gets it framed and hangs it in the library, Dean never admits he likes it, but Jack catches him stopping to look at it every day, a proud smile on his face.

This is Jack’s family. His team. His Cemetery Boys.

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dcforts · 3 years

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[day 11: sharing is caring]

That’s just what they need.

It’s not enough that they’ve been digging up graves in the snow and that they’re dirty and tired and aching – the weather had to play its part and send them a storm.

From where they’re stuck in the middle of nowhere in Wisconsin, home seems far, far away.

“Do we know anyone around here?” asks Cas from the passenger seat and Dean closes his eyes and sighs.

“Yeah,” he says disheartened, “We know Garth.”

It’s not that Dean doesn’t like Garth. In fact, he likes him very much. And he’d be happy to see him. It’s been a while and his warm smile it’s never a bad sight.

It’s just that – he’s a lot. And he brings up some stuff.

He may pretend like it never happened but Dean remembers how he first reacted when he’d found out that he’d been bitten and how he acted around his family. And then there’s the fact that Dean doesn’t like bothering hunters who got out of the life. He feels that who he is and what he carries with him, it’s something that they’ve put behind them and don’t wish to see again.

Not to count the bitter feeling that surges in him everytime he’s reminded that Garth not only managed to retire and have a normal life, but he double did it. There are not many hunters, or werewolves, or hunter-werewolves for the matter, that can say that. Dean certainly can’t say that.

Still, when they call him and Garth says he’ll be happy to have them, Dean feels relief flooding over him, if not for the prospect of a warm and dry place to rest for a few hours, just enough to wait for the storm to calm down.

He can manage.

Or at least that’s what he thinks until he and Cas are huddled together on Garth’s front porch and even above the wind Dean hears Christmas songs blasting from the inside.

His eyes find Cas, who’s looking back at him, alarmed, but the doorbell has already been rung and it’s too late to back out. Garth opens the door with his patented smile.

“Guys!” he shouts above the music, “You made it!” he hurries them in the tiny entrance and closes the door.

Dean finds himself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and lovely aroma of pine wood and cinnamon. His cheeks and hands tingle and he lets out a sigh.

Garth comes back into his view; Dean opens his mouth to speak but he has already wrapped his arms around him. “It’s so good to see you,” he says in his usual cheerful tone. He moves on to squeeze Cas into a similar hug and Cas stiffens and tentatively pats his back. Garth gives out a little laugh, “That’s it, buddy,” he encourages.

“Hello, Garth.”

Alright, Dean thinks, maybe it’s gonna be a little funny.

But then he notices the two-feet-tall inflatable Santa that’s bumping against his shins and when he looks up he’s stunned into silence. It actually takes his eyes a moment or two to register what’s surrounding them: the garlands on the doors, the tinsels around the banister, the baubles hanging from the ceiling all above them. Judging from the giant Christmas tree he can spot in the living room, he’s pretty sure the rest of the house isn’t in much better condition.

Garth himself is wearing an bulky red knitted cardigan with reindeers all over it. Seeing that, combined with the songs and the decorations, Dean feels the need to ask, “Uh – Garth? Are you guys celebrating something?”

Garth slaps him on the shoulder and laughs like he’s made a great joke. “It’s December, Dean-o! Every day is a celebration. The most magical time of the year, right?” he says beaming “You’ll have to wait for the carols but you’re right on time for hot cocoa!”

Dean feels dread creeping in. He takes a step back, “Wha- Garth, no – we don’t mean to -”

Apparently Cas is on the same page as him because he also starts saying, “This is your family time,” and steps back with him. “We don’t want to intrudr –“

Garth shakes his head vigorously, “Guys, guys, guys,” He holds up his hands to shut them up, “It makes Bess and I very happy to have you here to share it with us. Sharing is caring. And we happen to care a lot about you two,” he says making a silly voice and pointing a finger at them.

Yeah, nevermind, this was a terrible idea.

Cas throws him another freaked out look Dean can’t help but reciprocate, but Garth pays no mind to their lack of enthusiasm and shepherds them cheerfully into the living room. Dean feels even more out of place among the pastel walls and the embroidered pillows, the toys and the dolls. He tries to make himself weight less so that he doesn’t leave traces of dirt on the carpet. Everything seems soft and cozy, which is a real change from the hard leather seats and the icy wind.

“So, how was the journey?” Garth is asking Cas, as if they’re coming back from a cruise. “It’s been so long, man. Just the other day I was thinking ‘When I’m ever going to see them again?’ and then - ”

Dean gets distracted as he feels something tugging at the duffel bag he’s carrying and when he lowers his gaze there’s a blond head and two little hands trying to hold on to the fabric. “H-hey,” he says, shifting back a little to get out of his reach. He doesn’t think it’s a good idea to have clean, innocent baby hands near a bag that was in a graveyard an hour ago. But the kid takes an unsteady step forward and grabs it anyway. “This is – no, no – uh, G-Garth?” he calls, horrified.

Garth stops drowning Cas in questions and shifts his attention to the ground. He laughs and picks up his kid, totally unbothered, “Sammy, these are not toys for you,” he shakes his head, “He’s such a curious kid.”

Bess comes down the stairs right in that moment, wearing a green cardigan that matches Garth’s. “I thought I heard you two!” she says, even if Dean is pretty sure they’ve barely said a word since they’ve come in. “Garth, why don’t you bring their bag in the guests’ room? I’ll be right out with the drinks.”

There’s another round or “No need -,” and “This is really not necessary -,” and “We don’t want -“ before Garth yanks the bag from Dean’s hold with one hand.

He always forgets how strong he is.

“Of course you’re gonna stay. There’s no way I’m letting you leave in the cold and the dark. Come on! You know me,” he disappears down the hallway shaking his head and saying, “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

Bess gives them an encouraging smile, “Relax guys, take off your jackets, sit on the couch.”

So they do. Sit on the couch.

They both let out a sigh when they sink into the cushions and Dean would call Cas “old” if he hadn’t made the exact same sound.

“This was a bad idea,” whispers Dean.

“You think?”

In the sudden emptiness of the room, with It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year in the background, and the giant Christmas tree twinkling in the corner, it’s weird to just - sit there.

Dean is dirty and smelly and feels marginally better only when he looks over at Cas who seems so much out of his comfort zone that he might as well be a tropical bird.

He takes a hopeful look out of the windows behind the couch but the weather seems to be even worse than it was five minutes ago.

“Are you still cold?” asks Cas.

“No.”

“Good.”

They look away from each other again.

In the last few weeks they’ve settled in a pretty hectic routine. Find the case, drive to the case, work the case, drive home, rinse and repeat.

It’s a well-oiled machine, but that doesn’t leave much time for – well, anything else. Definitely not sitting around and relaxing – and it’s just awkward all of the sudden to be alone in a place that is not a sticky diner, or a dusty motel, or a morgue.

It sounds depressing but that’s the hunter life for you. Without even noticing you become your job and it gets easier to just put your head down and work.

After three hunts in a row, Dean realizes this is the first time they’re actually taking a break. He looks over at Cas, his messy hair and the hands folded in his lap, and he feels the need to say something conversational.

What comes out is, “Last time I was here, Garth fixed my teeth.”

Cas’ face scrunches up in confusion but then Garth comes back.

“Have you seen Cas?”

Dean blinks at him and then slowly and dubiously points at his right.

“No, I mean,” Garth laughs, “The little one. I’m so excited for you to meet him,” he says, leaving the room again.

“How do you lose a kid?” Dean asks under his breath, looking around. His attention is drawn to a group of pictures on the little table beside the couch. There’s a bunch of the family on holidays, and then a bunch of the kids. One of the frames says Castiel and, on the bottom, Always our little boy.

“Hey, Cas,” he picks it up to show it to him, “Want me to get you one of these?”

Cas glares at him and doesn’t dignifies him with an answer.

Dean smirks and shrugs, “Fine, we’ll get the one that says Sammy. Can’t wait to see his face on Christmas morning.”

Cas doesn’t look at him again but Dean sees the corner of his mouth stretch a little so he calls it a victory.

Then Garth comes back and finally sits down in the armchair across from them. “He’s asleep. I forgot he was asleep!” he rolls his eyes at himself, “Cas,” he says, clicking his tongue, “he’s the best. He’s got this look, you know?”

“Wait, who are we talking about now?”

“Him. No, uh -” Garth laughs and bangs a hand on his forehead. “Sorry, I keep getting confused. Alright, alright, lets call our Cas 'Little Cas' and we’ll call you, 'Big Cas'.”

Dean stifles a laugh.

"I don’t think-" starts Cas, but it gets drown out by Bess coming back with a tray.

From the steaming mugs comes the rich smell of chocolate and on the surface Dean can see mini marshmallows shaped like little trees. He watches as Bess and Garth pick up their mugs and toast before taking a sip and notices with a smile that even their mugs are matching. Bess’ says “Mine” and Garth’s says “Yours”. He thinks it’s cute, whatever.

But then he looks down at his own mug and realizes that there’s something written across it too. It says “Perfect” and when he dares to look in Cas’ way his whole body blushes when he reads “Together” on his.

He takes a sip of chocolate and tries very hard to avoid Cas’ eyes and stop blushing. He fails on both fronts and burns his tongue.

At least it tastes great and the sugar warms him up and makes him feel much more comfortable.

Cas drinks it too without making a fuss over molecules and Dean wonders if it’s because he’s very polite or if he’s a pain in the ass just when they’re alone.

Finally Cas meets Little Cas and Garth keeps telling them how smart he is, because apparently he’s learned how to use the remote.

Dean snorts, “That’s already more than Big Cas can do,” and Cas shoots him a deadly “Stop calling me that,” that shuts him up for five minutes. Dean agrees it was a bad idea anyway.

Kids love Cas, for some reason. Little Cas stretches his arms towards him the whole time he’s in the room and Cas just pretends he can’t see him, as if avoiding eye contact is enough to make him stop. It amuses Dean greatly.

Even Gertie, when she comes in with a gingerbread cookie, looks between them and chooses to give it to Cas.

“I only have one,” she tells Dean, who is totally not offended.

But then Cas says, “It’s okay,” with his soft voice, “We’ll share it.”

And for some reason that makes Dean’s heart flutter. It’s something in the way he casually snaps the cookie in half and hands him a piece.

Somehow it’s different than sharing a car, a motel room, a bed, all kinds of weapons and bags and just space, in general.

Dean doesn’t know what it is, but somehow there’s a difference.

Garth is fairly disappointed when he finds out that angels don’t know Christmas carol by heart just because they’re angels.

At some point he just starts playing the piano and expects Cas to start singing along.

Dean says it was a hard blow for him as well, knowing that he couldn’t play the harp, just to enjoy the way Cas rolls his eyes with his whole head.

“What about Holy Night?”

“I- I don’t know that one,” says Cas, for the thirteen time in a row and Dean would love to stay on the couch and watch him awkwardly handle the situation if he wasn’t afraid Garth would eventually try and bring him into it.

So he jumps up at the first occasion to follow Bess into the kitchen right under Cas’ betrayed look.

“What songs do you know?” Garth’s voice carries through the walls.

“Uh, I know Led Zeppelin?” says Cas and Dean almost drops the mugs as his heart expands.

Now he kind of regrets having left the room but then Garth is saying, “Oh no, silly, I mean Christmas songs,” and Bess is asking him, “Do you play any instrument?” so he focuses back on her.

Dean puts down the mugs in the sink and opens up the tab, “Uh - just the guitar – a little bit. Never had much chance to practise.”

“Oh, you should. Then you can bring it up here sometime and play for us at the church.”

Dean scoffs, “You sure they’d want to see me again, after last time?” he asks and can’t hide the genuine uncertainty from his voice.

Bess rests a hand on his arm, reassuring, “Well, it’ll be different. Last time we said, ‘This is Dean, he’s a hunter’. This time, we’ll be saying, ‘This is Dean, he plays the guitar’.”

It’s such a simple concept but it hits him like a brick. He needs a moment to try and see himself from another point of view and he really doesn’t know what to say. Bess doesn’t seem to mind. They dry the mugs in silence and when Dean looks up to smile at her, she smiles back.

Dean, he plays the guitar. It could work.

They go back to the living room and Bess and Garth duet over Silent Night and it’s only a little embarrassing.

It gets dark pretty soon after that.

Before they bring their kids upstairs they all take part in the traditional – apparently daily – lightning of the tree. They turn off the lights and when Garth says “Ready?”, Gertie says “Yes!” and he lights it up.

Only, in the dark Cas gets really close to him and when Garth says “Ready?” Dean can hear him too say “Yes,” and so he turns towards him just as Garth plugs it in and his breath catches in his throat as he sees his face light up with the colours dancing on his skin.

Bess turns on the lights again and Garth puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder and it startles him.

“Amazing, right?” he says, “Gets me everytime,” and only then Dean realizes that he’s missed the whole thing.

“Yeah,” he says.

Watching them at the table is always a jarring experience.

But just a "How’s the – dental practice going?" is enough to kick off the longest most absurd recount of Garth’s last few years and Dean finds himself laughing heartily with a hand on his chest, having forgotten all about the raw cow hearts on their plates.

They talk about things to do in Winsconsin and Dean tells them about that one time when he was a kid and got sick on cream puffs at a fair. Even Cas talks about Claire non-stop for a solid minute an a half, which is honestly impressive.

Bess and Garth want to know all about Sam and Eileen. When Dean says they’re splitting up more these days, Bess nods and says, “Yeah, I imagine you all enjoy a bit of privacy.”

Dean hears loud and clear the implication that him and Cas are like Sam and Eileen but doesn’t really know how to correct her, so he doesn’t.

He knows he can’t blame her. He’s not totally oblivious to the way they look from the outside. Working together, living together - just that would be enough to assume. But Dean hasn’t looked at anyone else in years either so – yeah. He knows how it looks.

Cas doesn’t say anything either, and doesn’t show any signs as to whether he’s picked up the implication but Dean can never really be sure with him.

That’s about around the time Dean realizes he’s shifted towards him and has an arm draped on the back of his chair.

Cas hasn’t said anything about that either. Dean doesn’t remove it.

Garth proposes a toast to Bobby and Dean loves him a little bit more and then Bess asks them what they’re doing for the holidays and looks shocked when he says that they haven’t really thought about it yet.

“But Christmas is in two weeks!”

Dean is about to say that they never really did holidays and they’re always on the road anyway, so it doesn’t matter and they don’t care, but for some reasons he settles for, “I guess – if we’re not working – then we’ll get Sam and Eileen and just -”

He doesn’t know what they’ll do.

Garth makes that face he makes when he finds him adorable.

It makes his skin crawl.

“What would you like to do?” he says and Dean feels hot all of the sudden as Cas looks his way as well.

“Nothing,” he blurts out, feeling his face reddening, “I mean, just stay at home, relax. That’d be great.”

Bess smiles, “That doesn’t sound like such an impossible plan now, does it?”

Cas softly says, “No, it doesn’t,” and Dean’s heart starts pounding.

“Next year we could get the families together,” jumps in Garth and that makes him laugh again.

From the fact that he doesn’t think right away that it’s the most horrible idea that Garth could possibly have, he realizes he’s having a good night.

And even later when he brings to the kitchen the last of the plates and sees Garth and Bess share a kiss and a laugh over the sink, he smiles. He’s careful not to make any sounds as he puts the plates down on the counter and tiptoes back to the dark living room.

Cas is standing near the tree, looking at the decorations and Dean silently joins him.

They smile at each other briefly and go back to watch the tree.

Considering how they’ve started the day, Dean thinks it’s not a bad way to end it.

The guest room is – well, like the rest of the house, colourful wallpaper, soft carpets, floral-scented bedsheets. And a Santa on the nightstands with cheeks that light up. Dean puts it under the bed first thing cause it creeps him out.

Garth says, “Are you gonna be alright in here?”

“I don’t sleep,” reassures him Cas and Dean wants to retort that for someone who claims he “just lays down” he sure knows how to steal the covers.

“Yeah, Garth,” he says instead, “We’ll be up early and leave through the backdoor.”

“Well, guys,” Garth says on the door, his eyes swelling up, “It’s been so good to have you here.”

“Yeah, thank you for everything, Garth,” Dean says and he really means it. “We had a good time.”

Garth shakes his head. “You guys make me cry.”

He pulls him into a hug and then moves to do the same with Cas.

“Come back, whenever you want. And have a very merry Christmas.”

Dean closes the door behind him and leans his back against it with a deep sigh. “If I’d walked home instead of coming here I’d be less tired, I think.”

Cas huffs a laugh as he unties his shoes.

They undress in silence and slips under the covers.

Dean turns off the lights and looks up at the ceiling.

"It’s nice,” Cas says unexpectedly in the dark, “what they have."

A weight drops on Dean’s chest.

"Yeah,” he agrees in the end, “it's nice."

After a moment, Cas speaks again.

“Dean?”

“Mh?”

“We don’t have to – go home straight away,” there’s a pause. The familiar shape of Cas shifts next to him, “We could find some cream puffs for you to get sick on.”

“That’s sweet,” Dean huffs a laugh. “I appreciate it, Cas.”

He settles more comfortably against his pillow.

“I mean it,” Cas keeps going, and his whisper is a lullaby, “We don’t have to find another case. We could just go meet Sam and Eileen in Illinois. Drive home together.”

Dean likes the idea very much.

“Yeah, we could do that.”

He feels his eyes falling shut.

“We could make it home in time for Christmas,” Cas’ voice is saying.

Dean’s lips stretch into a smile.

“Yeah, let’s do that, Cas.”

He falls asleep.

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Funnily enough I was going through a lot of your old fics yesterday for nostalgia reasons and now can't stop thinking high school enemies to lovers deancas ideally with some punk!cas nerd!dean maybe? Fully understand if that prompt doesn't tickle your fancy though

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“Winchester.”

Dean will ignore him.

“Hey, Winchester!”

Dean will most definitely ignore him. Just keep on walking. If Novak thinks he can’t hear him, surely he’ll leave him alone. He’ll go bother someone else, and Dean will finally be free of him.

“Winchester!”

Dean hears, but doesn’t listen. He starts humming to himself when there’s suddenly a hand on his shoulder, ripping him out of his thoughts.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you assbutt!”

And there he is, of course: Castiel Novak. With his dumb boots and even dumber leather jacket, and, dumbest of all, that small little frown that slowly morphs into a way too pleased smile the longer Dean glares at him.

Christ.

By the time when Novak’s smile turns into a full-blown grin, Dean finally musters up the strength to look away. The soft rustle of tree crowns in the distance reminds him of what a great morning he has been having, and what a perfect day it could have been, had Novak decided to leave him alone. As it is, his day might turn out a bit marred, after all. A bit more normal, perhaps.

“‘Assbut’?” Dean quips, way too late. “What kinda insult is that?”

“What kind of delayed comeback is this?” Novak counters.

“It’s not as delayed as your…” Dean doesn’t really know enough about Novak to be able to insult him in any meaningful way, and what he knows of him, he doesn’t want to use. So, instead, he finishes lamely with, “...development.”

Novak could not look any less impressed, especially because the raise of his eyebrow alone continues their little banter in a manner that clearly suggests that if anyone’s development is delayed, it has to be Dean’s. However, that level of insult is apparently not one Novak deigns to lower himself to, as he continues to look smug while busying himself with lighting a cigarette and blowing out a lungful of smoke with obvious relish.

Dean makes a face and pointedly waves his hand in front of his face. “Smoking’s bad for you,” he simply states, making Novak chuckle lightly.

“So’s a lot of things, if society is to be believed. I am not much of a believer, though, and I do enjoy the small pleasures in life.”

The small, self-satisfied smile Novak shoots him sends a strange feeling through Dean’s body, from his lips down to his very toes, and everything in-between.

Dean swallows. “What do you want, Novak?”

“Oh, nothing much.” Novak takes a drag while trotting along Dean who starts moving again, trying to put some distance between himself and the self-proclaimed anarchist. “I just have a small favor to ask you,” he says, sounding as though whatever he is asking for is actually not that small at all.

“Again?” Dean grumbles, thinking of Novak quickly copying his homework last week, secluded in that small parking lot that no one but Novak and some people in the know ever seem to use, and of what Novak did in return. “I’m not doing you any more favors, man,” Dean scoffs, and stomps on.

Nonetheless, Novak stays hot on his heels.

“Why not?” Novak presses, “I’m not asking for much -- I just need today’s Math homework. I didn’t hear Mr. Singer give us any, but Meg just told me he wanted us to solve like 15 fucking problems, and she didn’t do them either.“

“Of course not.“ Anything else would’ve been shocking enough — if Novak has a bad reputation, Meg Masters‘ is even worse. All kinds of rumors are going around about her, ranging from drug use to prostitution to downright witchcraft. Although Dean cannot confirm nor deny any of the rumors, he is inclined to believe most of them. And Meg Masters herself would probably laughingly accept any accusations -- she is that kind of person. And although Dean cannot help but grudgingly respect her for her attitude, he also resents her for it: and how could he not, when he works so hard to do what is asked of him, and stick to the rules? Yeah, the only way someone like Meg could shock Dean would be to actually do her homework for a change.

“Now, now,“ Novak chides playfully, even if it doesn’t seem like he cares all that much about it. “Meg does her best.“

“Just like you do, huh?“

At that, Novak‘s grin turns darker, a bit more dangerous. “So harsh, Winchester. I think you know better than most how sometimes, things are not as easy as they seem. That circumstances are different for everyone.“

“Yeah, yeah,“ Dean dismisses, with a pang in his chest, though he gets it. Unfortunately, he really does. “Anyway, I won’t give you the homework.“

“Why not?“

“Because why would I? I don’t like you and you only hit me up when you need stuff from me. Besides...“ he begins, then swallows back a proper explanation. “You know why.“

“Oh, I do?“

“You damn well know you do.“

“Hmm, alright.“ Novak takes another drag, unbothered. “Listen, if you give me today’s homework, I’ll make it worth your while.“

“Not interested,“ Dean says, already having a hunch of where this is going.

“No? Could be something similar to last time. You liked last time’s payment, didn’t you?” Novak asks, and it’s just like Dean expected.

Dean avidly fixes his gaze on the school building, still hidden behind some trees, but not too far off anymore. He will be safe there -- Novak would never dream of bothering him where anyone else could see.

“I fucking did not,” he argues, already feeling heat creep into his cheeks.

“Really? I could’ve sworn you did, what with all the blushing and squirming and your pants going--”

“Novak!” Dean barks with a swelling sense of despair. His entire face feels hot by now, and is probably as red as a tomato, “I sure as hell did not enjoy whatever you call ‘payment’ for last week. Besides, I wouldn’t even call it ‘payment’ so much as fucking ‘harassment’.”

There is a beat of silence. Then, “Are you serious?” Novak asks, in an unidentifiable tone of voice.

“‘Harassment’, ‘molestation’, ‘taking advantage’,” Dean recites, enjoying this now that he is gaining momentum. “You call it payment, I call it an affront, and--”

“Is that really what you think, Winchester?” Novak cuts in at the same time he stands still, his eyebrows drawn together in an unfamiliarly serious way. “That I harassed you?”

Dean stops as well. He looks back at Novak, his straight back and straightforward face, the way that he seems not just annoyed by the accusation, as Dean would have expected, but unsettled. As if he were taking Dean’s half-joke seriously, and reconsidering his own course of action.

Guilt wells up in Dean, and he holds his hands up in reassurance. “I didn’t--” he doesn’t know how to actually finish that sentence, so he just leaves it hanging.

There is nothing to say there, not really. What Dean said was half in jest, and half in… half in what he knows anyone else would think of the situation, or should think. It’s what Dean himself should think: that it was unexpected, unwanted, unreciprocated. That his animosity towards Novak just grew over it, that he truly hates him now. That there was no part of Dean that enjoyed any of it, no part of him that longs to do it again.

Novak keeps staring at him, though, reassessing. His stillness is as unnerving as his little smiles and contemplative looks usually are, even if in different ways. Regardless, he seems to come to some sort of conclusion as he takes in Dean’s still figure, the flush in his cheeks and whatever else there is to see, since he suddenly steps forward, closer towards him again.

“Harassment, was it?” Novak says, now with cold fire burning in his eyes that takes away Dean’s breath for just a moment. “Because I do seem to remember that you were the one who not only told me it was okay if I gave you a kiss on the cheek, but turned it into something more. By turning your head, parting your lips, not letting me go. You were the one who slipped me the tongue and kept going and going. You were the one who begged me to do more, kiss you more, touch you more, fu--”

“No!” Dean interrupts him, with burning cheeks and a stomach that has already dropped all the way down. “S-Stop making shit up, Novak. You know I’m not like that -- I’m not like you --, so I’d really appreciate it if you could leave me out of your fantasies. You were the one who harassed me--”

“--I just said--”

“--who pushed me to give him my homework in the first place--”

“--I asked you if it was okay to--”

“--and who made me do something I sure as hell neither enjoyed nor wanna do again.”

“Oh, really?” Novak asked, raising an eyebrow, in what might constitute a challenge or a feeling of false imputation, or both. “So, if I told you I’d love to kiss you again if you let me copy your math homework, you’d tell me no? Would what, cry harassment again if I dared touch so much as your wrist or even came close to you again? Or,” he continues, voice dropping into a darker tone while he does indeed inch closer towards Dean, close enough to touch him, and who remains where he is, rooted to the spot, “would you tell someone about it? Mr. Singer, perhaps? Or the counselor? Hmm, one thing’s for sure, though.” He laughs, but there’s no humor behind it. It sounds pained, even to Dean’s ears, knowing. “You wouldn’t tell your dad, would you? That you made out with a guy, and liked it? That you wouldn’t mind doing it again, given the right circumstances, some good excuse? Such as taking the long way to where you’ve parked your car, past the small parking lot you know where mine is and where I usually hang out? So that, I don’t know, perhaps I might come over when I see you, and all you had to do was bat your long lashes at me, bite your pretty lips, and wait for me to make a move again?”

It feels as if all the air is sucked out of Dean’s lungs. Standing there in front of Novak, feeling the heat of both his words and his body, he feels seen-through, known; and as lacerated and repugnant as an open wound.

Dean wants to draw back into himself, into his safe shell, but he can’t. “You’re ridiculous, man,” is all he can mumble out in return as he twists his gaze away from Novak.

They remain there like this for God knows how long. Dean, looking somewhere between their feet and Novak’s almost heaving chest, and Novak, with his face hidden from Dean’s view, but his hands clenched into fists.

By the time Novak’s hands open again, it feels as though an hour has passed, though it probably were mere minutes.

“Alright,” Novak blows out on a breath, “let me make you a deal. Just so we’re on the same page, and we’re both absolutely clear on what is okay and what might be harassment or anything of the sort.”

Hearing Novak say that word again revives the feelings of guilt in Dean, but he knows he’s made his bed, so now he has to lie in it. So, he swallows and nods, feeling all of his body tense. “What kinda deal?”

“It goes like this: you either refuse to let me copy your homework and I won’t ever touch, much less kiss, you ever again. I’ll leave you alone. Or, you allow me to copy today’s homework at the very least, so Mr. Singer won’t call my foster home again, and you can choose whatever payment you want, as long as it’s somewhat reasonable. Money, cigarettes, beer, anything you want me to do, you name it. As long as you name it. I won’t give you what you’re not explicitly asking for.”

Dean frowns. “What? How is that a deal? It’s either you win or I do, no in-between. I mean, fine by me, but you get nothing out of it, so what gives?”

“It’s not that bad of a deal,“ Novak says, finally flinging his cigarette to the ground and grinding it out.

He gives no further explanation, though, which gets on Dean’s nerves even more. “You suck at coming up with deals, you know that?“

“Not really,“ Novak says, shrugging a little. “As I see it, it‘s win-win for you and win-lose for me. Which, for me, too: is fine. It all depends on what you want.” There’s something strangely soft in the way he is looking at Dean, something almost wistful. “And on whether you’ll actually express it.”

Put on the spot yet not, there isn’t much for Dean to do but nod in acquiescence. He’d like to pretend he still doesn’t get what Novak is going for, but he does, deep down. It’s both an in and an out -- what he was hoping for, but couldn't have asked for. Now he has to ask for what he wants, and if he doesn’t, he won’t get it. And he’s not sure he can. Not when there’s rules and expectations and the shadow of a man larger than Dean, larger than life itself, endlessly looming over him.

“Okay,” Dean says, pinching the bridge of his nose. Novak keeps staring at him in that stiffly intense way of his. “Alright. I mean, it probably would be pretty bad if you turned up without homework again, huh? Last I heard, you got into some pretty dire straits when Mr. Singer called your foster home, right?”

Novak huffs out a sound of amusement, his shoulders sinking in what looks like relief. “You’re well-informed.”

A furious blush threatens to stain Dean’s cheeks again. “It’s just what I heard. People talk. About you. And, uh, everyone else, I guess.”

There it is again, that soft expression. And Dean thinks he might recognize it now, impossible enough: Novak looks fond.

“They do,” Novak agrees, showing no offense at any possible implications of him being the talk of the school, which he most definitely is. “And yes, it was ‘pretty bad’, as you’ve said. I’d much rather not have a repeat performance.”

“Easy way to avoid it.”

“Yes, I’m working on it at the very moment.”

In spite of himself, Dean huffs out a laugh. “I meant doing your own damn homework. I know you’re smart enough to do it, even if you barely show up in class. You ace all the tests even when you weren’t there, so I don’t believe you couldn’t just as well hand in your homework if you fucking wanted to.”

Novak hums in open amusement. “Is that your own observation or people talking again?”

Feeling as though caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Dean just lamely stammers out a, “It’s-- it’s common knowledge, okay?” before setting into motion again.

Novak’s laughter follows him the first few steps, then he is beside him again.

“Who knows, maybe you’re right and I could take care of my own homework. But maybe I like not doing so, and asking certain other people for it instead.”

It’s obvious what -- or rather, who -- he means by that, that Dean is pretty sure his skin will never be anything but pink again. “Oh yeah?” he needles, “You got many people doing your homework? Giving them the same payment, too?”

“No,” Novak replies surprisingly quickly, “there’s only one person, and only one time I offered that type of payment.”

For a minute, they walk in silence as they almost reach the stairs of the school house. There’s few other people around, most of them just entering the building or looking at their phones, unheeding of the pair.

“So, we have a deal?” Novak eventually asks into their waiting silence.

“You can have today’s homework,” Dean relents, holding out on what he knows Novak is actually going for.

“Thank you, Dean,” Novak says with a gummy smile.

The sound of his name stirs Dean him up a bit more, reminding him of the only other time when Novak called him by his first name: when he was crowding Dean up against a wall, removing his glasses, and kissing his cheek so softly that Dean needed more, needed to be closer to this other guy, to this enigma of a person.

“Don’t mention it,” Dean mumbles.

“As for your payment…?” Novak probes, though with his voice in a whisper as they are close enough to other people now that they might otherwise be overheard.

“Don’t know yet,” Dean says, his voice clipped.

“I’m sure you already have something in mind.“ It’s completely uncalled for Novak to say this in such a low and heady way.

“Maybe you do, but I don’t.“ He doesn’t know, he thinks. He can’t, is why. He won’t, he tells himself.

“Dean,” Novak says, using his first name again, as if they were friends or something more, sounding intimate in the most casual way, and that does it.

“Damnit, Novak, I want—“ Dean bursts out.

Novak looks at him in expectation, all of him turned towards Dean, listening.

He won’t, he won’t, he can’t.

Can’t he?

“—time,“ Dean finishes lamely.

Novak pulls a face that clearly says, ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed.’

Which is all the worse.

“Listen, Novak, you… you might be right.“ Dean pulls a face. “I can’t believe I just said that. But yeah, I might have an idea of what I want, what I’d like to have,” he pointedly does not look at the other boy or anything else but straight towards the school. “But you’re also right in that my dad wouldn’t— I can’t--” He swallows, tries to shake the thought out of his head, but it unfortunately stays stuck. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll think about it, okay?”

“You will?” Novak asks, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, sure. Maybe.“ He blows out his breath, scrubs a hand through his own hair, and continues, “Might take me some time, though. Maybe a long time. Maybe forever.“ He laughs mirthlessly. “So, today’s homework might actually turn out to be a freebie for you.”

The expression on Novak‘s face is hard to read, but undeniably one he usually does not show in public. For a second there, Dean thinks Novak wants to reach for him: his hand lifts and opens just so, swerving in his direction. Before anything comes off it, though, he drops his hand again, burrows it in his pocket and says, “Take all the time you need, Dean.“

He might have to, Dean thinks. Probably nothing will come of this, not right now, maybe not for as long as he is as young as he is, dependent on his father’s will, bound to him for freedom. Perhaps, though, some other time, in some distant future, or hidden behind some bleachers, he might find a taste of liberation, or the touch of Novak’s lips again.

Dean turns away from the other boy as the school bell rings, the call-back to the present not quite as oppressive with blue eyes and a soft smile still impressed on his mind.

#simpingfortimstoker #miriam writes #destiel #punk!cas #nerd!dean #spn #oooooooh boy this was a pain and a half to write #not because of the prompt itself but because i wrote the story in chunks over a couple of days #and about halfway through the tone suddenly changed so i had to readjust (rewrite) what i already had #and ive been struggling to make this into something that i like #but i actually like how this turned out (and am shocked by its length lmao)#and i hope you like it as well!#funnily enough i usually skip punk cas stuff but when i read your prompt an idea immediately came to mind #and i was like 'yeah lets give this a try!!'#fanfiction

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atc74 · 3 years

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Soul to Souls - Twenty

Warnings: Mentions of labor, fluff, some more fluff, worried!Dean, fluff...it is just a huge fluff fest

Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?

Pairing: Dean x OC Annaleigh

Word Count: 1650

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, @katehuntington, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers and cover art by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89.

A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home. Thank you to everyone that is enjoying the story so far. You’re probably going to get a couple chapters a week, trying to wrap this up before the new series starts.

This is the very end. Thank you so much to everyone for sharing this journey with me, a second time. I hope you love this little family as much as I do!

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Sam arrived at the hospital the next morning with the twins in tow to meet the newest member of their family. Dean greeted his brother and his two older children. Holding their daughter, Annaleigh watched from her bed as he settled the twins into the large rocking chair in preparation to hold their baby sister. She gently transferred the baby into Dean’s arms, kissing him lightly.

“Okay, you two. You have to be gentle now. She’s really tiny, okay?” Dean spoke to them softly as he set the baby on their combined laps. “Millie, Robby, this is your new sister, Sammie. Samantha Karen Winchester.”

Dean glanced up from his children to catch his brother hastily swipe a hand across his face. “Come ‘ere.”

“I thought you didn’t do chick flick moments,” Sam scoffed, trying to conceal his emotions.

Dean pulled his brother in, hugging him tightly. “You know I love ‘em. But, don’t tell anyone, I’ll kill ya.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam laughed, sniffling.

“Babe, I don’t want to interrupt your moment, but would you mind getting me some more ice?” Annaleigh held out the empty pitcher for him, and he grabbed it from her.

“Coming right up. Sammy, watch them, please,” Dean called out to his brother as he left the room.

Annaleigh and Sammie were discharged with a clean bill of health later that day, and she was excited to get home. She may have just given birth, but it was still her husband’s birthday. She had texted Sam as soon as Dean left to pull their vehicle around, hoping everything was ready. Her phone buzzed in her hoodie, and she pulled it out to see a text from Sam. She smiled, knowing it was going to be perfect.

“Are my girls ready to go home?” Dean smiled as he entered the hospital room.

“Yeah, we’re more than ready, Daddy.” Anna returned his smile, ensuring Sammie was strapped into her carrier, the cover ready to be zipped up to keep the frigid January wind out.

“Okay, Mama, here we go,” Dean announced, throwing his wife’s bag over his shoulder before gently picking up their newborn. Anna grabbed the diaper bag, and they headed home with their new baby.

With precious cargo in the backseat, Dean drove slower than normal. He checked on his girls frequently through the rearview mirror of the new three row sport utility vehicle. He had given up driving Baby on a regular basis when the twins were born, but when they found out they were expecting another baby, Dean insisted on a larger truck, so his family was safe and sound. He now only drove his beloved Impala on date nights with his wife.

Rolling to a stop right in front of the walk, he hurried from his seat to help Anna out of the back. “Okay, Red, take it easy.” Dean held her hand as she slipped from the captain’s seat. He quickly went to the other side to grab the carrier before helping Anna to the door.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Dean cooed, gazing down at his newborn daughter. “Welcome home.”

Annaleigh made her way through the door with Dean right behind her. He set the baby carrier down then turned back to retrieve the bags from the truck. Anna peaked around the corner of the archway to see everyone ready. She winked quickly at Sam before reaching down and releasing the straps to gently lift the Sammie into her arms. She joined the rest of the family in the kitchen to wait for her husband.

They heard Dean’s heavy footfalls on the porch before the door opened once more. “Red? Where’d you go?” He removed his boots and walked around the corner into the kitchen to find his family.

“Happy birthday!” The extended Winchester clan exclaimed, catching Dean by surprise.

His eyes slowly scanned the room, taking in the faces of his family. His incredible wife and their new daughter, standing with their almost four year twins. The smiling face of his brother, his arm around their neighbor, Jody. Bobby, his surrogate father, and Castiel, the angel who raised him from perdition. Dean felt his eyes well up, finally allowing himself to let out the overwhelming flow of emotions he had experienced in the last twenty-four hours.

From the apprehension when Annaleigh went into labor, to the fear that something would go wrong during the birth, to the joy and relief when Sammie finally took her first breath. To have his family, the people most important to him on the planet, in one room, meant more to him than he could possibly express in words. He didn’t even know if the words existed for what he was feeling.

Anna passed the baby to Jody, before rushing to Dean and engulfing him in her arms for the first time since before their daughter was born. “Happy birthday, Baby.”

Dean let the tears flow freely as he held tight to his wife. “I love you, Red. Thank you so much for this.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Millie and Robby ran over to Dean, each holding a gift for their dad.

Dean lowered himself to wrap his arms around his children, bringing them both into a bear hug. When he released them, he took their proffered gifts, holding onto them to open later.

“Happy birthday, brother.” Sam engulfed his brother in a warm embrace, like so many they had shared before.

“Thanks, Sammy.” Dean clapped his brother on the back before letting go. He exchanged quick hugs with Cas and Bobby, before reaching Jody.

“Thank you for being here for my family,” he expressed his gratitude and lightly kissed her cheek. “And, you’re good for my brother. I’m happy for you two.”

Jody smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she glanced over at Sam, holding his new niece, looking happier than he had been in years. “Thank you, Dean. I’m happy, too.”

“Daddy, open your pwesents!” Robby hollered, shaking them in front of him.

Dean took the less than subtle hint from his son and sat down at the table. “Which one should I open first?” He looked between his two oldest children, a smirk on his face.

“Mine!” They yelled out together.

“No mine.” Millie shoved her gift out.

“No, Millie. I said mine!” Robby protested.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, both of you,” Annaleigh broke up the potential fight before it could really get started. “Your sister is sleeping, and it’s Daddy’s birthday. This is not how you act, is it?”

“No, Mama. I’m sorry,” Millie murmured.

“I’m sorry, Mama,” Robby echoed.

“Okay, now please have some patience. Daddy will open them when it is time for presents, okay?”

“Yes, Mama,” they replied in unison.

“Well dinner is ready to be served, if anyone is hungry,” Jody announced to the family.

“Yes! I’m freaking starving!” Dean exclaimed, the group laughing, because when wasn’t Dean hungry?

“I’m going to put the baby down,” Annaleigh said, taking her from Sam’s arms.

“I’ll come with you,” Dean said. “We’ll be back soon.”

They climbed the stairs hand in hand. Thankfully, Sam and Jody had moved the bassinet and baby monitor to their bedroom. Annaleigh gingerly laid Sammie down on her back, swaddled tightly. She was already asleep, and they held their collective breath, hoping she would stay that way for at least an hour or two. After a few minutes, they closed the door and headed back to the kitchen for dinner, baby monitor in hand.

The mood in the kitchen was jovial. The Winchesters had much to celebrate that night, not just Dean’s birthday, but the birth of another child, a healthy family, and good friends. Watching his family, Dean decided he couldn’t be happier than he was at that moment.

“Is it time for pwesents now?” Robby groaned.

“Yeah, buddy, it is,” Dean laughed. He closed his eyes and blindly reached for the pile of presents. He opened his eyes and started tearing into the paper to reveal a picture of him and Millie, inside a frame that read “Daddy’s Number One Girl”.

Millie threw herself into Dean’s arms. “I love you, Daddy. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, baby girl. I love you, too.”

“Okay, Robby, your turn.” Dean opened the second present on the table, and was again met with a picture of himself, this time with his son, under the hood of the Impala, both of them smiling ear to ear, with grease on their faces. The frame read “Mechanic in Training”.

“Buddy, thank you. I love this, so much. I know you’re going to take good care of Baby someday.”

“Love you, too, Daddy. I pwomise I will.” Robby wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you guys so much for being here.” Dean smiled, filled with emotion, meeting each of their eyes as he looked around the room.

“Babe, there is one more,” Annaleigh came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, a present in her left hand.

“Red, you gave me a baby for my birthday, what else could you possibly give me that I don’t already have?”

“Just open it, dude,” Sam demanded. He was sitting across from Dean, Jody pulled into his side.

Dean carefully pulled back the paper. Inside he found another picture, this one of all three of his children. The frame read Daddy’s Little Angels. He sniffed slightly, a tear rolling down his cheek. “When did you take this?”

“Sam took it this morning when you went to get me more ice chips,” Annaleigh told him.

Dean collected himself for a moment, breathing deeply. “I don’t know what to say.”

At that moment, Dean knew his happiness knew no limits. He knew each day would be different, and there would be good days, bad days, and great days. But, his happiness would grow by leaps and bounds, just like his love for his family.

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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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What About Y/N? (Part.2)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers from s14, cursing.

Summary: after Johns sudden visit, he sees that his son still hasn’t made a move on y/n. He tells him to go for it- but Dean has no idea how.

here is part 1

(A/n: yall asked for a part.2 and I delivered. I hope it met your expectations!)

Words.

Put it into words.

Dean paced across his room for what felt like the thousandth time. It had been almost a week since the whole thing with John had happened, and Deans mind was spinning like a top.

If you love her, tell her. Even if you’re scared it’s not the right thing, even if you’re scared it will burn your life to the ground- you say it, and you say it loud.

Johns voice rang out in his head, clear as a bell. Taking deep breaths, and running his hands through his hair, Dean tried to steady himself.

How? He had no clue how to approach the situation. He had never been in this situation before. And he wasn’t exactly good with words.

What if he freaked you out? What if he drove you away?

What if you didn’t feel the same?

“What am I going to do?” He sighed to himself, falling back into the vacant chair in the corner of his room. His head falling into his hands.

This was too much.

There was no doubt about it that he, Dean Winchester, completely adored you.

There was only one other thing besides that, that he knew clearly. The more you love someone, the harder it is to tell them.

Closing his eyes, he let his mind go back to you. The way your smile was contagious, as was your laugh, or how you knew every lyric to every song in his box of cassette tapes. You carried yourself with a power that made him weak in the knees. You could render him speechless with one look if you really wanted.

You were it for him- in every sense of the word.

*. *. *. *. *.

Dean fought with himself for days, the pacing almost never stopping as his dads words played on repeat in his head.

Dean Winchester had never been in love before, so how the hell was he supposed to know how to approach this? Ever since John left, Dean found himself becoming more and more like a flustered school boy.

The worst incident was probably yesterday when he had returned to the bunker with Chinese takeout and practically tripped over his own feet when he saw you sitting at the table in the war room. You hadn’t even done anything, and yet it was like he forgot how to work his legs which resulted in him almost spilling the takeout everywhere.

You practically vaulted out of your seat when you saw him stumble, quickly going over to help balance him and ask him if he was okay. Which he was- sort of. He looked confused as he tried to figure out why his body had failed to move properly.

Now he he sat silently at the kitchen table, thumb brushing over the lip of his coffee mug as he got lost in his head.

“Hey Dee, what’s up?” Your voice breaking through the haze and pulling him back to reality.

Your footsteps were light as you trekked into the kitchen, moving to pour yourself a cup of coffee before sliding into the seat across from him.

“Hey. How was the supply run?” He questioned, his voice low and tired.

“Same old. Same old. I mean, I watched Sam hit his head on a low door frame so that was pretty funny.” You smiled, taking a sip of your coffee.

Dean gave you a small smile, but it faded quicker than you would have liked. Something was bothering him- you could tell.

“You okay?”

“Always.”

You pursed your lips, squinting over the table at him. He was being stubborn again- not telling you anything. Letting go of the coffee cup, you reached across the table to grab his hand. “Promise me you’ll come to me if you need to talk?”

“Y/n-“

Leaning across the table you pressed a finger against his lips, rendering him silent. “Promise me.”

Swatting your hand away, Dean leaned back. “Fine, I will. I promise.” He sighed.

“Good. That’s all I was asking for.” You nodded, planting a kiss on his knuckles as you pushed yourself out of your seat. “I need to go pack for that case in Iowa. See you in a little.”

With that you ruffled his hair, leaving him alone once again as you departed.

The moment he knew you were gone and out of earshot, he let out a groan, heading falling with a thud against the table.

You just had to come in here with your big y/e/c eyes and soft demeanor and make his heart beat rapidly in his chest.

Curse you and your brilliance.

He had no idea what he was doing. The only thing he knew was that he loved you, and he had to find a way to tell you.

“Dude, are you okay?”

Great. Now he had to deal with Sam.

“I’m fine!” Dean mumbled, his head still resting on the table in defeat. “And I swear, if another person asks that I’m gonna start throwing punches.”

Sam slid slowly into the seat you had just been occupying, taken back by his brothers attitude. “Wow. Sorry I asked.”

There was silence for a moment before Dean picked up his head, folding his arms. “I have no idea how to go about this whole thing with y/n.” He admitted.

“Thing? You mean the obvious fact that your head over heels in love with her?” Sam mused.

Dean let out another groan, face falling into his hands. “So Dad was right. It’s insanely obvious.”

“I could’ve told you that. For years I’ve had to watch the two of you dance around each other. It’s getting a little insane.”

At that, Dean peeked through his fingers, slowly letting them drop to the table again. Had he heard that correctly? Was there a possibility that you felt something towards him?

“What?”

Sam let out a chuckle. “Did you really think that she has felt nothing towards you all these years? You really are oblivious.Take Dads advice. Just tell her.”

Just tell her.

If only it were that easy.

*. *. *. *. *.

Three days later, things took a turn. He knew he should have gone with you to work that case in Iowa, you usually could handle anything on your own though.

And then Cas came stumbling into the bunker, holding a very bruised and bloodied y/n. Her head laying limp against his shoulder.

Dean was out of his seat in seconds, rushing forwards the Angel and the unconscious form in his arms.

“Cas?! What the hell happened?!” His voice urgent as he stopped in front of him, looking down at you.

Your skin was pale, cuts scattered across your skin like freshly fallen snowflakes, a darkening bruise forming around your eye.

“She was hunting a witch. Turned out to be a whole coven. She called me for back up and I got there as soon as I could. She didn’t want to bother you.” Cas sighed, adjusting you in his arms.

“Here. I’ll take her.” Before Cas could protest, Dean was hooking an arm under your legs and another under your arms, gently shifting your body from Cas’s arms and into his own.

You felt so fragile. He was afraid that if he moved wrong, you might shatter.

“Go get Sam, tell him to grab the first aid kit. I’m taking her to her room.”

Cas gave him a firm nod before disappearing around the corner, Dean venturing down the opposite hallway to get to your room.

Being as gentle as he could be, he laid you down on the bed, wiping away the stray hairs from your face. “Why’d you insist on going by yourself y/n? You stubborn idiot.” He sighed.

It was another minute before Sam and Cas entered the room, Dean extending his hand for the kit.

“Cas filled me in on what happened.”Sam spoke, slightly out of breath. “She still unconscious?”

“Yeah.” Dean hands fumbling to open the kit. Eventually it popped open with a click, his fingers moving to grab the alcohol wipes and butterfly stitches.

Cleaning the cuts was the easy part, and more often than not, he put on his tough exterior and got the work done quickly. Emotions were not something that was needed when it came to fixing up wounds, yet halfway through the stitches his hands were beginning to shake. He was too worried about you to control it, and Sam and Cas could see that clearly.

A firm hand came down on Deans shoulder, making him slightly jump. “Dean- let me finish the stitches.” Sam's voice low as he coaxed Dean into giving up the box.

“I- I can’t. I gotta take care of her.” He breathed.

“It’s okay. I got her. You need to take a few breaths though.”

The older Winchester slowly nodded, leaving his perch next to you so that Sam could take his place to finish your cuts.

He soon found himself worriedly pacing the hallway outside your room. He should have fought with you and just gone on that case with you. If he had gone you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. You wouldn’t be laying unconscious in the other room with a black eye and a body littered with cuts.

It was a good few minutes later before Sam and Cas walked back into the hallway, first aid kit tucked snugly under one of his arms.

“She’s awake. Already asking where you are.” Sam smiled, passing his brother with a knowing glance.

That was all it took to send Dean rushing to your room, only he stopped frozen in the doorway, relief flooding his face at the sight of you leaning back against the headboard, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Hey. Was wondering where you were. I woke up and you weren’t hovering over me like you usually do when something happens to me.” You smiled weakly.

“H-hey. Sorry about that. I’m here now though.”

He crossed the room, coming to sit down on the side of the bed. As he looked at you, still very pale and looking like you went a few rounds with a brick wall, he realized that he was truly terrified of losing you.

“You alright?” You questioned, reaching out for his hand, which he let you take.

“Why didn’t you just let me come with you?”

“I thought I could handle it. To be fair I thought it was one witch. Not a whole coven.”

Dean lifted your hand, pressing a firm kiss to the back of it. “Just let me come with you next time, okay?”

The kiss he gave your hand sent shivers through your body, like a small electric shock and you had to turn away to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. “Fine. I guess I kinda need my sidekick.” You teased.

Trying to press down the shakiness in his breathing and in his hands, Deans grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, his knee bouncing up and down. “Y/n-“

“Hmmm?”

Here it goes. It was now or never.

“Y/n.” He repeated, trying to avoid eye contact with you in fear of breaking, “you drive me insane. . . In the best way possible. And it took me way too long to figure out. You are the smartest, scariest and most beautiful person I have ever met,” he admitted before pausing, letting his eyes wander to your own. “There’s no one like you, and there never will be. i just need you to know that I love you.”

Your eyes were wide as you stared into his jade irises. You pulse rapid as you tried to comprehend what he had just told you. Dean Winchester had just told you he had feelings for you.That he loved you.

Dean Winchester. The boy you grew up developing pranks with.

The boy you did pranks on.

The boy who loved western movies as much as you did.

The man who always had your back, and you his.

Dean lady’s man Winchester had feelings for you, and that was enough to make you freeze.

“Are you- are you gonna say anything?” Dean questioned cautiously, afraid with how you might answer. “I’m sorry, I’m not really good with . . . words.” He admitted.

“How long?”

His head popped up at you question. “What?”

“How long have you had feelings for me?” You wanted to know the answer so badly that your stomach was turning.

“Uhh, well- I think since we were about 16.” He answered, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

Your eyes widened again, this time darting around before landing on a magazine that lay untouched on your nightstand. Reaching over, you rolled it up, and the proceeded to smack Dean over the head with it.

“Are you kidding me?!” You shouted in disbelief.

“Ow! What the hell?” Dean yelped.

You scooted forward on the bed, inching ever closer to Dean. “You’re telling me- that you have had feelings for me as long as I have for you?”

Dean paused, slightly thrown off by your answer. “Yes?”

This time you hit him on the shoulder.

“Why-“

Smack

“The fuck-“

Smack

“Are you so stubborn?!”

Smack

Using his reflexes, Dean pulled the rolled magazine from your grasp, tossing it across the room. “Says you! You could have said something as well!” He shot back.

You sucked in your lips, falling silent because he was right. You could have said something.

“What took you so long?” You whispered.

“Like you said; I’m stubborn. And then Dad came back and he could still see it plain as day. He told me to tell you- even if I was afraid of the outcome. . . and then Cas came in carrying you and I was so afraid. I cant lose you” He admitted.

You had no idea what words would come flying out of your mouth next, so instead, you grabbed his face, pulling him in close and pressing your lips firmly against his own. You felt Dean tense for a moment before kissing you back. You melted into him, ignoring the sting of the cuts on your cheeks as he cradles your face. Your mouth opens to his, and your tongues meet for the brief test moment before you pull away.

“You drive me insane too Dean. . . but in a good way. . . most of time.”

Dean let out a light laugh, glancing away shyly. “I guess we were both stubborn idiots.”

you sighed, moving to intertwine your fingers with his. “I guess we were. also, your not bad with words. I rather liked what you told me.”

there was another chuckle from the Winchester before you pulled him in again, rendering him speechless with your lips.

Words. That was all it took.

(A/n: well there’s part 2 for you! I hoped you all liked it, and please tell me what you thought!)

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aloha-cowgirl · 4 years

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Willing to Bet: Ch. 2

This was written for the SPN Stay-at-Home Challenge. @bend-me-shape-me @helianthus21 @pray4jensen

Monday 5: Motel (Read it on AO3)

[1754 words - Destiel, Sharing a Bed, BUT THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Bi Panic]

Last week’s fic obviously caught fire in my imagination, because not only did I write a second chapter that’s 3 times as long, but I have ideas for 3 more chapters now.

The road ahead was clear and dark. Sam had joined Eileen in Atlanta on a vamp-hunt, so Cas was currently settled in the passenger seat, relaxing back on the leather and contently watching the trees go by. He sometimes moved his hands together, twiddling his thumbs, interlacing his fingers and releasing them again, thumbing the edges of his fingernails. Dean had been stealing glances throughout their journey and noticed this habit of Castiel’s and wondered what would happen if he were to just grab his hand and hold it in his own… to stop the fidgeting, of course.

It was nearing midnight. Dean had driven through the night who knows how many times before, but he wasn’t in any hurry tonight. Sam wouldn’t be back for a few days, so there really wasn’t any reason to rush back to the bunker.

“Let’s stop for the night,” he finally said, carefully keeping his eyes on the asphalt. “Get some rest, breakfast in the morning and drive the rest tomorrow.”

Castiel’s brows twitched in question, but he just nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Dean repeated, switching lanes to take the next exit.

Ten minutes later, they were driving through a quaint little old-fashioned town, each looking out the windows in search of a motel.

“Apparently outsiders aren’t welcome in friggin’ Mayberry,” Dean grumbled as they turned onto another tree lined street.

“There’s one,” Cas said after a few more minutes of Dean’s complaints.

Sure enough, a Vacancy sign was lit in the window of an office flanked by what looked more like a cluster of tiny dollhouses than the motels they typically stayed in.

“I don’t know whether to call this place cute or creepy,” Dean said as he pulled into the parking lot.

Cas grinned. “I think it’s charming.”

Dean rolled his eyes and held back a smile as they grabbed their bags from the trunk.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

They headed inside to find that the dollhouse aesthetic carried right into the motel lobby with its deep green carpeting and flowery wallpaper. There was a grandmotherly old woman waiting at the counter with pink-framed glasses, bouffant hair, and a friendly smile.

“Welcome to the Rosemont Motel, gentlemen. My name is Marla. How can I help you? Are you here for the festival?”

Dean and Cas each looked at the other with raised brows before Dean shook his head. “Uh, no. No, we’re just passing through.”

“Oh, what a shame!” Marla waved hand toward a poster beside the desk. “The Rose Festival is this weekend and the whole town will be out. We’re nearly booked up here.” Her gleeful smile was evidence enough that the little town didn’t often get visitors.

“Not completely booked, I hope,” Dean said, leaning forward with a charming smile.

Marla batted a hand toward him with a blush. “We do still have one room available.” She slid her ledger toward Dean to sign while he passed her a credit card. “I’m sure you two will be nice and cozy. Maybe you can even pass through the festival on your way out of town tomorrow.”

“I think that would be lovely,” Cas said as Dean accepted their key. Marla beamed as they bid her goodnight and left the lobby.

As expected, the room matched the rest of the place—plush pink carpet and striped wallpaper. However, what was not expected was the lone queen-sized four-post bed. Dean stared at it for a moment too long before Cas stepped up beside him.

“Well, Marla said we’d be nice and cozy.”

Dean felt his ears turning red.

“Shut up, Cas.”

He dropped his bag on the end of the bed, fished out some sweats and hurried into the bathroom to shower. Once behind the closed door, he leaned forward on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror.

This is what you wanted, you idiot. You wanted to stop for the night. You wanted to stretch this whole thing out... So, suck it up, dumbass. It’s all in your head.

He shook his head at his reflection and turned on the shower, not waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in.

When he came out of the bathroom, still toweling his hair, Cas was sitting on one side of the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs crossed at the ankles and the television remote beside him. He’d changed into a t-shirt and a pair of soft flannel pants, and while that sight was enough for Dean to consider just staying awake all night, it was the television that distracted him.

“Are you—are you watching Dr. Sexy?” he asked, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, one foot still on the floor, the other knee up on the bed so he could face the old tube-style television that sat on an old painted dresser. “Wait, is this in—?”

“Spanish, yes,” Cas answered. “This television doesn’t get many channels, and this was the most interesting thing on.”

“I think that TV is older than you are, buddy,” Dean said, finally sliding back on the bed to lean against the headboard beside Cas. “Wish I knew what they were saying,” he said mostly to himself.

Cas leaned a bit toward the center of the bed. “Dr. Piccolo and Dr. Sexy are arguing over the ethics of Mrs. Beale’s experimental face transplant.”

“Yeah, that Mrs. Beale seemed pretty shady.” Dean shifted on the bed to get more comfortable. If he happened to have leaned a little toward Cas, well, it was just because he was listening intently. “Ooh, what’s up with Johnny Drake?”

By the time Cas had translated the remainder of the episode, the two were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the bed. Cas hugged a frilly pillow to his chest while Dean had tucked his feet beneath the floral comforter. Their laughter at Dr. White walking in on Dr. Sexy and Dr. Piccolo in the on-call room (again) died down, leaving them in an awkward silence when the credits finished rolling and the screen switched to an infomercial for some miracle fix-it product. Neither had moved and it felt like tension was radiating from the spot where their arms were pressed together.

They both reached for the remote at the same time, Cas reaching it first, and Dean’s traitorous hand paused for just a millisecond too long on top of Cas’s. So, while Cas turned off the television, Dean quickly ducked under the covers, turning on his side to hide the redness that was most certainly creeping over his face right now.

When the room was covered in darkness, Dean could feel Cas shifting behind him, sliding under the blankets and arranging his pillow. He thought back to the days when Cas was a full-powered angel, when he didn’t need to eat or sleep and spent his nights watching over the Winchesters—especially Dean. Sure, it was weird back then, but when he thought about it now it almost made him smile. Cas still had days when he could get by without food or rest, but Dean knew him well enough to see that a good meal and a good night’s rest made him feel better.

Dean could feel the warmth of Cas’s back facing his own, and while distracted by his drowsy thoughts, he’d inched ever so slightly closer to the center of the bed. Cas, apparently, had done the same thing because they were suddenly pressed back to back. Both tensed momentarily, but when neither moved to recreate the space between them, they slowly relaxed, letting their weight meet in the middle as they drifted off into sleep.

Dean slept more peacefully than he had in quite a long time. The sun was fully up and streaming through the gauzy curtains by the time he groaned into consciousness.

In the night, Dean had apparently turned onto his opposite side and his face was now pressed up against the top of Cas’s head, his arms wrapped tightly around broad shoulders. Cas was nestled close, his head tucked against Dean’s chest, his hand resting on Dean’s waist. From their position, it seemed Dean had likely been the one to pull Cas close and Cas had curled right in. Their bodies fit together so well and warm that before Dean was fully awake, he kissed the top of the head he was cradling.

When he finally opened his eyes, they were wide and full of panic, realizing what he’d just done. He wanted to run from the bed, but he was currently tangled up in angel limbs, which had snaked around his waist pulling him closer in response to that little kiss on his head.

Shit, shit, shit! There was nothing that Dean could do. He and Cas were both awake, wrapped up in one another’s arms. They simultaneously moved, each retreating to his own side of the bed.

“I—I’m gonna…” Dean pointed at the bathroom, quickly grabbed his toothbrush, and hurried into the bathroom to hide for the second time since they’d arrived at this damned dollhouse motel. He turned on the tap and considered drowning himself in the sink, but settled on splashing the cold water on his face before brushing his teeth. He still had the toothbrush in his mouth when he looked up to his reflection with a panicked realization.

Did I—Jesus, I fucking kissed him. I kissed the top of his head. What the FUCK.

When he couldn’t feasibly hide in the bathroom any longer, he ducked his head and returned to the room. Cas had already changed out of his flannel pants and was pulling on his shoes. He looked up at Dean and gave him a small unperturbed smile as though he hadn’t woken up with his face pressed against Dean’s chest not more than fifteen minutes ago.

“Should we get some breakfast?”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh at himself. What was he hiding from? He hadn’t woken up with some stranger… This was Cas, the angel that pulled him from Hell, the angel that watched over him as he slept, the angel that like peanut butter and honeybees. The angel that wrapped his arms around him tight when Dean kissed his sleepy head… the angel that maybe he was a little in love with.

“Yeah,” Dean smiled. “Breakfast. And, uh, maybe we can check out that Rose Festival before we head out.” He looked up tentatively, waiting for Castiel’s reaction.

Cas grinned. “I’d like that.”

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#destiel #spnstayathome #sharing a bed #THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED #bi panic

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didntwanderstillgotlost · 3 years

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Winchesters and Angels (and God)

I’m gonna apologize in advance for the absolute trainwreck that is this fic. @malvenue and I spent 3 hours yesterday morning texting each other this mess and I decided I had to turn it into a fic and inflict it on the rest of you. So, here’s some Destiel and Sabriel crack. Enjoy!

Gabriel popped into the bunker and found Sam sitting at one of the tables in the library. He sat down in the chair across from him.

“Hey, Sammy. Did you know I have PTSD?” He couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on his face, but it didn’t matter because, without looking up from the book he was reading, Sam said,

“Don’t we all.” Gabriel’s face fell.

“Oh. Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it? Do you need a hug?” He grinned again. “I could probably cure it with some CBT.” That got Sam to look up.

“Cognitive behavioral therapy?”

“Cock and ball torture.” Sam coughed.

“I’M NOT EVEN INTO THAT, GABE!”

“I’m just saying things until you say yes to something.”

“JUST GIVE ME A HUG YOU FREAK!”

“Oh. Okay, sure, we can do that.” Gabriel stood up and wrapped himself around Sam. “So, you want me to suck you off now or--.”

“GABE, I SWEAR TO GOD!”

“You called?” Jack asked, causing both of them to jump. Gabriel was grinning again.

“Yeah, I was just telling Sammy that--.”

“GABRIEL, HE IS THREE!” Across the room, Dean leaned closer to Cas and said,

“How come you know exactly what I want, but Gabe can’t figure Sammy out?”

“He didn’t get to fondle Sam’s soul like I did with yours,” Cas responded matter of factly. Dean choked.

“YOU WHAT!?”

“I just hugged your soul with my whole true form to protect it from Hell’s flames and demons. I did try to just grip your shoulder but I was afraid I’d drop you.”

“CAN EVERYONE PLEASE LEAVE!?” Sam shouted. Dean stood up and took Cas’s hand, leading him out of the room.

“Did you really scream that loudly when you saved me that you woke Anna up from her angel coma?”

“I was very happy. You were so pretty. You still are butIi never got to cuddle a human soul before and the first one was the most beautiful one.” Dean felt a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah, okay, buddy.”

“I can still hear you!” Sam complained. “Go away! Gabe, stop touching me!”

“Sammy, you make it sound bad. I was just gently caressing your cheek.”

“MY ASSCHEEK!”

“Still a cheek!”

“How did this become my life?” Jack tilted his head, much like Cas.

“Is that something norm--.” Cas pulled away from Dean’s grip and stormed back into the library.

“No, son, cover your eyes.”

“GABE, I TOLD YOU, HE’S THREE!” Sam cried.

“Sammy, just give the guy a chance,” Dean said. “Also, he was two when he wanted to fuck that crazy chick on that one case.”

“Yeah, you still didn’t tell me about se--.”

“THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!” Sam was sounding more and more distressed by the second. Gabriel grinned.

“I can teach you about sex! Come on, Jack!”

“Gabriel, I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Cas said.

“Babe, relax, it can’t be that bad.”

“Dean, I’ve seen Gabriel do some very disturbing things involving various plastic objects and--.”

“ENOUGH!” Sam snapped. “Jack, I’ll tell you, okay? Just please stop guys.” Gabriel smirked.

“Come on Sam! I thought you liked when I--.”

“STOP!” Dean grinned.

“Wow, Sammy, you really--.”

“NO!” Jack looked between all of them, utter confusion written all over his face.

“You totally do!” Dean crowed. San narrowed his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Well have you told Cas about that time in the backseat of the Impala?” Dean stopped laughing immediately.

“Do. Not.”

“I am a celestial being, Sam, and I used to watch over Dean almost all the time,” Cas said and Dean’s eyes widened. “Which time are you referring to?” Sam mirrored Dean’s expression.

“I WAS MORE THAN ONCE?”

“Well, it was--.”

“CAS, NO!” Dean interrupted. “Don’t. And what do you mean almost all the time?” Cas shrugged.

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“What could happen to me during sex, Cas?”

“Heart failure? Muscle cramps?” Dean had to admit, that was a point.

“Okay, but you didn’t have to watch.”

“I didn’t want you with Anna.”

“CAS!” Cas looked at him and Dean’s heart almost broke at the pain in his eyes.

“That was very painful for me.” Dean swallowed.

“Fuck, Cas, I--. You know I love you, right? I didn't realize back then. I'm so sorry. I'm a complete asshole. I promise I love you.” Cas smiled softly.

“It’s okay, Dean, I know.”

“I am GOING TO BE SICK!” Sam said. Gabriel pretended to wipe his eyes with a tissue from a box he pulled out of nowhere.

“My little brother has grown up so much.” Jack spoke up, clearly still confused.

“Dean and Cas weren’t always together?” Everyone turned to look at him. Dean frowned slightly.

“Why would you think we were?”

“BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE EYES!” Sam yelled. “Oh, here we go again. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SNEAKY DIDN’T YOU DEAN? With all the longing looks and careful touches and mixtapes and--.”

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean muttered.

“AND THE PRAYERS, OH MY GOD!”

“Yes, Sam?” Jack said. “I’m right here. Anyway I could always see Cas’s wings around Dean when they were in the same room.”

“WHAT?” Dean turned to Cas, who only shrugged.

“It’s not my fault you can’t see my true form. I had to make sure you were comfortable and safe.”

“Even now?” Jack asked. Sam turned to Gabriel.

“Keep your wings away from me, Gabe.”

“Actually, he--,” Jack started.

“OF COURSE, SAMMY!” Gabriel interrupted loudly.

“Someone please just kill me,” Sam said. “Just end this.”

“Sammy, come on a little wing petting never killed anyone,” Dean said.

“I WISH IT DID!”

“If you died, you’d go to Heaven,” Jack stated.

“No one really dies in this family anyway,” Dean pointed out.

“Fuck you,” Sam grumbled.

“Me?” Gabriel asked.

“You know what?” Sam snapped. “If it shuts you up, YES!” Gabriel grinned.

“FUCK YEAH, I WIN!”

“Sound proof your damn room, Sammy,” Dean said.

“Gabriel can do that for him like I did for--.”

“CAS!” Cas frowned.

“What? You said “Don’t break the walls with your angel voice and don’t let Sam hear me wh--.”

“CAS, DAMMIT!” Sam smirked

“You whimper? Awe, Dean, that’s kinda sweet.”

“That’s NOT what he was going to say. Right, Cas?” Dean shot Cas a desperate look.

“No. Of course not. He, uh, whines?” Dean hung his head.

“On second thought, kill me, too.”

“Sorry, Dean, no one really dies in this family,” Sam said with a grin. “Come on, Gabe.” Gabriel’s eyes glowed a little as he followed Sam down the hall. Jack looked at Dean and Cas.

“So…it’s all okay here?”

“Of course, Jack, why do you ask?” Cas asked.

“You all call me at least 56 times every day,” Jack said. Cas chuckled.

“Abuse of human language.”

“Cas, I cannot BELIEVE--,” Dean started.

“Sounds like conflict,” Jack said. “Bye, Dad!” He waved at Cas and disappeared.

“Dean, why are you upset?

“YOU DON’T TELL PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY NOT SAM, WHAT I DO DURING SEX! Unless it’s something absolutely awesome.”

“But you sound beautiful to me so that must mean that it’s awesome too.”

“Buddy…” Dean could feel himself blushing again. “Just don’t talk about that with anyone else, okay?” Cas paused a little too long.

“Okay.”

“WHO ELSE DID YOU TELL?”

“No one, I just…” Cas faltered.

“WHAT?” Dean watched a few tears slip down Cas’s cheeks.

“You’re just so loving that you sometimes can’t speak so you whimper and it’s just…it’s so beautiful, Dean.” Before Dean could even begin to process how to respond to that, Sam shouted from across the bunker,

“GABE, DON’T DO THAT!” Dean paled.

“Cas, please soundproof their room.”

“GABE, HOLY FUCK!” That was followed by some incomprehensible yelling.

“CAS, NOW!” Cas frowned slightly.

“They’re not in a room.”

“WHAT?”

“They’re…in the hallway.”

“SAMMY, I WILL KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T GO THE FUCK TO YOUR DAMN ROOM!” Dean yelled. Across the bunker, Sam looked at Gabriel.

“Does he think we're having sex?”

“I mean, I could make you sound like that if you let me,” Gabriel said with a wink.

“GABE NO!”

“SAMMY, I SWEAR TO GOD!” Dean shouted and Sam dragged Gabriel back to the library. Jack popped up in the middle of the room.

“I just left, what now?

“Abuse of language, it’s okay,” Cas said. “We’ll say Jack if we need you, okay?”

“Oh, okay.” Jack disappeared again.

“Your kid takes things too literally doesn’t he?” Gabriel said.

“He did say Cas is his dad first thing,” Sam agreed. Dean studied his brother.

“Sammy, the FUCK were you yelling about? Are you hurt or something?”

“I can’t seem to find any injury,” Cas said. “I just get the sense that--.” Sam cleared his throat loudly.

“No, Cas, please continue,” Dean said.

“No, actually, I should go to my--,” Sam tried to deflect.

“Sam seems to be extremely aroused,” Cas said.

“I’m an angel, Sammy, I told you I can tell,” Gabriel said. Dean smirked.

“Awe, Sammy, that’s kinda sweet.”

“GABE, CAN YOU WAIT TILL WE GET TO MY ROOM THEN?”

“I didn’t do anything, Sam,” Gabriel said with a wink

“Gabriel did you just use your grace to--.”

“Shut UP, DEAN!” Sam yelled as Dean started laughing.

“Gabriel, it’s actually very nice of Sam to let you do that because Dean doe--.” Dean stopped laughing abruptly.

“CAS!”

“What?”

“What did we just talk about?”

“This wasn’t related to your s-.”

“NO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING WE DO ALONE, OKAY!”

“Come on, Dean, a little grace never killed anyone,” Sam teased.

“Sam, I will kick your ass.”

“Don’t bruise it,” Gabriel said. “He has a nice ass.”

“Gabe, I swear to--,” Sam started

“Stop calling Jack,” Cas said.

“You know, Gabe, I think Sammy here would love you to bruise him a little.”

“DEAN!” Dean grinned.

“And I’m sure he would absolutely melt if you bite him a bit too.”

“DEAN, I WILL MURDER YOU!”

“I don’t hear you denying it,” Gabriel pointed out.

“No you won’t, Sam,” Cas said.

“Dean, continue, I’m memorizing,” Gabriel said.

“If I remember correctly, he also really loves when people lick his-.”

“DEAN WEARS PANTIES!” Sam yelled. Dean rolled his eyes. That wasn’t much of a secret anymore. So, of course, Cas had to open his mouth.

“Well, actually--.”

“CAS!”

“What now?”

“No talk about my underwe--.”

“No, no, Cas, please continue,” Sam interrupted.

“Since you didn’t let Dean finish I’ll just lick all of Sam till I figure out what he wanted to say,” Gabriel said.

“NO ONE IS LICKING ME!”

“Sam is aroused again,” Cas commented.

“CAS!” Sam whined.

“Why is everyone yelling at me?”

“Not me little bro. Not me,” Gabriel said.

“Yeah, but you never yell,” Dean pointed out.

“Yes, I do,” Cas said.

“NOT YOU, CAS!”

“I bet Sammy could make me scream,” Gabriel said with a wink.

“Just make sure to protect the room,” Cas said. “You will break everything if you--.”

“If you break ANYTHING with you weird angel shit I SWEAR TO--.”

“Don’t call Jack. Please,” Cas begged. “He doesn’t like conflicts.”

“I wonder where he gets it from,” Dean teased. Cas tilted his head.

“Me, of course.” Dean just shook his head with a fond smile. They stared at each other and Dean could feel himself getting lost in the endless sea of blue.

“Here we go again,” Sam muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I thought they’d stop doing that once they--.”

“Well, no such luck apparently.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Guess eye fucking is easier.”

“GABE!”

“I am not having any kind of intercourse with my eyes,” Cas said, breaking eye contact. “I just stare deep into Dean’s soul and--.”

“Cas, please, not now,” Dean said, blushing furiously. Cas squinted at him.

“You know what, Dean? Why don’t you just tell me when I’m allowed to speak.”

“Wow, Dean, I knew you were an asshole but really?” Sam said. Dean ignored his brother.

“Wait, no, Cas I’m sorry.” Cas just stared at him, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Damn, bro, you really fucked up,” Sam said.

“Sam, shut up! Cas, look, let’s just go to our room and--.”

“‘Our room’. Wow, congrats guys!”

“Sam, SHUT UP!”

“Sammy, does that mean your room is our room now?” Gabriel asked.

“No, Gabe! We are not a couple!” Gabriel mirrored Cas’s expression.

“Damn, bro, you really fucked up,” Dean smirked. Sam rolled his eyes.

“That won’t work on me, Gabe. We are not a couple.” Gabriel shed a single tear. “Not gonna work. You’re not my type.” Gabriel turned to his brother.

“Cassie, come on! How do you do it?”

“Well, you’re at the beginning, so you could try showing the shadow of your wings and breaking some glass. Maybe let him stab you.”

“THAT WAS NOT FLIRTING!” Dean insisted

“Of course it was,” Cas said.

“I was trying to kill you!

“Well, I was trying to prove I was strong because I know you want to be protec--.”

“CAS!”

“Right. I forgot I’m not allowed to talk unless you tell me to.”

“Awe, Dean, are you a little spoon?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Cas answered.

“CAS!”

“So, you don’t want to be anymore?” Cas asked. Dean closed his eyes for a moment.

“Cas, please stop.”

“Sammy, you can be whatever spoon you want,” Gabriel said.

“Still not into you.”

“I bet Sammy’s a big spoon because he’s a control freak,” Dean said.

“Also, even Cas said you’re aroused when I talk to you so you’re lying, Sammy,” Gabriel pointed out. He turned to Dean. “Also, Dean, that’s sizest. I can be a big spoon!”

“Gabriel’s true form is quite large indeed,” Cas said.

“It’s not sizest! Cas is shorter than me!”

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!” Sam yelled.

“YEAH, I ADMIT THAT YOU’RE A LITTLE BITCH!” Dean shot back.

“Sam is not a female dog,” Cas said. Dean sighed.

“Cas, don’t do that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to shut up.”

“The only one who should shut up is SAM!”

“Now listen here you jerk--.”

“Oh, Sammy, you’re so cute when you’re angry,” Gabriel said.

“Gabriel, I swear I will fucking gag you.”

“Oh, PLEASE DO!” Sam groaned

“Sam, I don’t think you’re gonna win here,” Dean said.

“Sam is aroused again,” Cas stated. Dean grinned.

“Cas, did I tell you how much I love to hear you speak?” He turned to Gabe. “I told you Sam is a control freak.”

“I have no problem with that.”

“You can all go straight to hell,” Sam muttered.

“We’ve all been there, Sam,” everyone else said at once.

“Hey, Sammy, what were you planning on gagging me with?” Gabriel asked.

“Keep talking and you’ll find out,” Sam threatened.

“If I can choose, please gag me with your--.”

“Gross, Gabe!” Dean complained.

“But, Dean--,” Cas started.

“CAS, NO!”

“One moment I’m not allowed to talk, then you love it when I speak. Make up your mind please.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what? I'm done with this. I'm going to bed.” He turned to leave. Cas, you’re coming with.”

“It’s 4:30 in the afternoon,” Sam said.

“Never said we were gonna sleep, Sammy,” Dean said with a grin and a wink. Cas’s eyes started glowing a little. Dean grabbed his arm. “Come on, buddy.” They left the room and Gabriel looked at Sam.

“So, big guy, how much do I have to talk to get to choke on your--.” Sam grabbed Gabriel’s arm.

“COME ON THEN!” Gabriel grinned.

“Yay, I win!”

#Destiel #Sabriel #crack fic #Jack is God

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU) - Part 11

Title: Hurricane

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 5,580

Warnings: None

Summary: With one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ansure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. & Based on: Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

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~8 hours ago~

“God knows I needed this.” you moaned softly when you took a sip of your coffee and the man on the driver's seat gave you a soft grin “Hey, are you- are you gonna eat that?” you asked shyly as you pointed to the box holding one last donut sitting between the two of you.

He shook his head with an adoring smile “Nah it's all yours, sweetheart.”

No sooner had he finished his sentence than you caught yourself taking hold of the donut and with a very bright smile, taking a bite out of it. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment in pleasure “Seriously-” you spoke mouth still almost full “I don't know how you found that place, Winchester, but I swear this straight out heaven!”

“Perks of the job.” he chuckled, his eyes roaming your face as he stared at you with a fond smile. He reached out and wiped out some frosting from the corner of your mouth but he froze in his place when he realized what he was doing. Your wide innocent eyes met his as you looked at him in surprise and in that moment he swore he was a goner because of how insanely beautiful he found you even more with your cheeks puffed out because of the food.

You looked away from him and he took notice of the blush creeping up your cheeks “It's green.” you mumbled and he cleared his throat, not saying a word but rather pressing on the petal to put the car to move.

It didn't take long for you to reach the police station but from the way his brows furrowed you couldn't help but get worried and ask “What is it?”

“Uh” he blinked, glancing at you “I don't know yet. We'll see, come on.” and you didn't need him to say it twice before you opened the passenger's door and followed him. He was impatient to talk to the younger man that was apparently waiting for him but he was also not willing to leave your side so he waited until you could catch up with him. He placed an arm around your waist and, trying not to pay too much attention to the way you felt when his skin came in contact with yours when his fingers brushed past your shirt, you followed him towards the police station and the man you thought looked familiar but couldn't pinpoint exactly where.

“Hey, kid.” althought Dean's voice gave out some of the exhaustion he felt, he still held some warmth in his eyes for the man in front of you “Thought you were still busy with that case you'd taken up, I didn't expect to see you here.”

“Yes, but Castiel said this is very important and you needed all the help you could get. And I didn't want to be away when I could actually do something to be of use.”

“Yeah, well-” Dean offered him a tired smile “Your old man's not all that wrong, we need all hands on deck. So thank you for coming, kiddo.”

“Don't mention it.” he shook his head with a sincere smile “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I could help you save... the woman of your life from such a dangerous criminal and not do something about it.” the words sounded so simple and easy on the man's lips but they were anything but that to Dean who choked on thin air. You on the other hand couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and give him a perplexed smile.

“What?” you breathed out a small laugh and he nodded his head.

“Yes” he nodded his head with a smile “The woman he loves... Or at least it seems like it. The Winchesters have a hard time saying it, Dean calls it the 'L' word for a reason I don't understand.” he whispered to you before speaking normallyagain “But he always uses it to refer to her.” he shrugged slightly “I don't know much but I am sure it is because he cares a lot about her. Do you know her? He can't...” the young man frowned, squinting when Dean made frantic hand motions and expressions to stop him “Stop... talking about her. Sam says it's because he's fallen hard for her but I- I don't see any injures so that... confuses me a little bit.” his eyes trailed down for a moment as he frowned, but then looked back up at you with those same big innocent eyes “She- she's unfortunately in great danger, you see, because of a very dangerouswoman called-”

“Jack. Jack!” Dean nearly exclaimed so loud everyone around heard. He cleared his throat and as you were trying very hard to hide the smile from your lips you took notice of how the top of his ears got a little more red “I think that's enough, Jack. I'm pretty sure she's very much filled in on her case.”

“Oh you mean-” he blinked, eyebrows raised in surprise as Dean grumpily mumbled a response.

“Yes” he mumbled, obviously thinking he could have avoided the embarrassment “Jack, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Jack, Castiel's son.”

“Hello!” he said cheerfully and you grinned in the end, giggling softly “It is so good to meet you! Dean has told me so much about you, I couldn't wait to meet you myself!”

“Nice to meet you Jack, it's a pleasure for sure!” you glanced at Dean who was awkwardly looking away from you “I didn't know Cas had a son.”

“Well, adopted but- family is family.” he shrugged and you nodded your head with a smile.

“That it definitely is. And let me tell you one thing: you are certainly just like your father. Amazing at embarrassing Dean in the greatest way possible.” you said with a smirk.

“Thank you!” he said ever-so-cheerfully “Although... I- I wasn't really planning for that. I was and am being honest when I say-”

“Alright!” Dean piped in “I say we go inside right now before things become any worse, and you and I will have a talk later kid.”

“Oh sure! Follow me, we have some really important news on your case you wouldn't believe!” he said and you both did as told. This time with Dean avoiding eye-contact a little more than he should and you didn't blame him, in fact you caught yourself smiling more than you had in days.

“Do you think you can wait here?” was what he said when he finally met your eyes “I want to take you with me but- that office is only for authorized stuff and you know I don't give a shit about what they say but we-”

“Have enough on our plate as it is.” you completed his sentence “Yeah, I get it. Don't worry I'll just wait here. Hope we have good news.” you reassured him with a soft smile and with a sigh he nodded his head.

“I'll be back soon.” he whispered, hesitating for a split second before kissing your temple and in fact it shocked you more than it should have any other time. Not just because of what Jack had said but before you were standing nearly in the middle of the police station and you had more than a good amount of eyes staring at you. After what happened last time there was no way they would have forgotten you that easily.

“Kate's gonna take care of you. Don't be shy, yeah? Ask her anything you want.” you gave him a small nod and giving your hand a squeeze, he turned to give a small nod to his assistant as if to remind her what she had to do and off he went.

“Would you like anything to drink, Miss (Y/l/n)?” she didn't hesitate a minute to ask but you shook your head.

“No, no I'm fine. I just- Maybe some water? I need to take a painkiller for my foot, that's all.” you mumbled and she gave you an eager nod, ready to do what you asked her to.

You chewed on your lower lip as you looked around and indeed yu spotted many eyes on you that looked the other way when you spotted them. You could sort of sense it from the first moment you entered the police station by Dean's side. Your friend's words would echo in your head and as you took notice of the way some women scoffed when they looked at you, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. You looked down at your hands as you shifted in your seat, wishing you could somehow disappear so that you wouldn't have to deal with their looks. It somehow reminded you that no matter how Dean treated you, you were nothing but another victim for an important case, not his girlfriend and not his wife – sadly, you thought – to ask, much less demand, for anything in here.

“Don't mind them, yes?” a soft voice said next to you and looking up you meet Kate's eyes as she hands you a glass of water “They're just jealous, that's all.” she shrugs and you offer her a shy smile.

“Not that they have a reason to, though.” you mumbled, fetching your meds from your jacket to swallow a pill very eagerly.

“Are you kidding me?” she scoffs a laugh “Have you seen the way that man looks at you? Dean Winchester is the world's biggest flirt I've ever known, he can have any woman he wants any freaking moment he wants to, yet when you're in the room, heck even mentioned, it's like everything else around him disappears.” she giggled as you chewed on your lower lip. You didn't want to believe her words but deep down you couldn't help the flutter of your heart.

“I'm sure it's just your idea.” you played with your finger awkwardly.

“Just my idea? Do you even remember what happened last time you were here? He went all protective Alpha mode in a split second! And let's not mention how he nearly fired half the police station when you had that argument. Domestic much, already?” she grinned as you breathed out a nervous laugh.

“We're not-” you shook your head “We're only friends, that's all. He's taking care of my case but still, that doesn't mean we're-”

“Sure, sure try to tell that to yourself.” she rolled her eyes with a playful smile “But let me point out that you don't sound that convincing. And I'm not the only one that's noticed that. In fact-” she looked around “They all have, and that's why they're looking at you like this. They wish they were in your place but they can never be. So the only thing they can do is hate on you, because you're far up above them as well. Dean sees that, I think that's why he's all smitten with you too.”

“So...” you bit on your lip “Are you saying I just... what? Get used to it?” you wanted to deny that Dean wasn't really by your side in that way but you couldn't find it in you.

“Heck yeah, girl! It's not like he has eyes for anyone else, anyway. And even more-” she leaned in with a smirk “Show them who that man belongs to! Mark you territory, if you get what I mean.” she winked and giggled, and you couldn't help a laugh yourself.

“Well... might as well!”

~*~

“Get up, we're leaving.” Dean says in a hurry as he strides in your direction. Your laughing with Kate is cut short and you frown when you look at him.

“W-wait- wh-what happened?” you breathed out in worry, getting up to met his eyes. You didn't need to walk that far away before you felt his arm around your waist supporting you... on one hand, on the other it was a little too protective and it felt like he was making a point by being close but you didn't have the mind for that at the moment.

“We need to hurry, I'll fill you in in the car. Kate-” he turned to face her "Reschedule any meetings and write down any phone calls or messages. I'll call you in every morning to check up on what's going."

“Y-yes, of course but... where will you be if not here, detective?” she questioned and he turned to look at you that were equally eagerly waiting for an answer and he breathes out something that scares you more than it should.

“Far away.”

~*~

“You know, I understand that you said you'd fill me in, but a bossy 'Pack some clothes, we're leaving.' is not that detailed.” a small huff escaped your lips as you followed him outside the Impala. After a long six-hour drive to God-knows-where you needed desperately to stretch your legs. But when you spotted the motel in front of you, your mind couldn't stop racing with thoughts.

“What?” he looked up from Baby's trunk “I thought you liked bossy?” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, still with a fond smile.

“My preferences in bed are none of your business, detective. But-” you took hold of your duffel bag that he was ready to carry, leaning closer to him with a smirk “If they were, you'd be surprised what this little sub could do to a tough dom like you. So much... you'd question if you're a dom in the first place.” you winked, and before he could say another word you turned around to make your way to the motel you were apparently heading to.

“This woman.” he breathed out in awe, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

He grabbed his own bag and followed after you, not hard to catch up with you, and spoke “We're gonna be staying here for a couple days.”

“A couple days?”

“More or less. Depending on how long it takes us to find him.” he pushed the door open for you “Cas said they've gotten sight of him around here, he's trying to stay under the radar but Jack caught sight of him when hacking in one of the cameras around this place for a case of his own. We can't lose sight of him again which is why we're here. Thankfully enough the town is small so starting by tomorrow I can cover up lots of ground by questioning the locals.

“All alone?” you questioned and he paused for a moment, worry showing on his face before he gave you a slow nod.

“Strictly. He's not just the one that will be able to explain all of this but also...”

“Give us a solution.” you nodded your head softly as you approached the reception “But it's not just that, is it? The reason why we're here. I noticed you've been more quite than usual, even from me, in a world of your own if I might say. So it must be serious.” you asked softly, raising an eyebrow and he gave you a fond smile for a moment; his eyes lingering on your face.

“You gotta stop doing that you know.” he whispered “Reading me like an open book, it ain't makin' it easy for me to hide how I feel for you from you.”

“Well, there are always things I can't read in you as we both know.” you mumbled a little bitterly and when you saw his face fall you felt a pang in your chest “'M sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”

“No, I-” he licked his lips “You're right.” he cleared his throat and despite how much you wanted to take it back and tell me you could begin to understand it was hard on him as well but didn't get the chance to “Anyway, you were right about it. There is more to it, things that I... I didn't tell you and I probably should have, from the first moment.”

“Things... like?” but you didn't get an answer as the receptionist appeared behind the desk with a cheerful smile.

“Hello! How can I help you?” she was talking to the both of you but her eyes were shamelessly only on Dean and for that moment you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“Uh yeah a room would be nice.” he handed her his credit card and ID “For two of course.”

“Sure thing... Mr Ackles.” she read, winking at him; turning to grab a key “Two doubles is nice?”

“One” you nearly hissed “Doesn't matter the size, we're gonna end up a tangled mess anyway and it's not meant for sleep.” you gave her a small smirk that was by no means friendly. She blinked a little in surprise, her smile vanishing, as she nodded her head and took another key.

“Sure, Miss. Room 221B, second floor.” she mumbled and you took the key with a smile.

“Thank you very much!” you said cheerfully “Oh and it's Mrs.” you corrected her “Ackles.” it was very satisfying to see the look on her face at the moment, especially as you turned to Dean.

“Shall we, baby?” you asked him and with a soft chuckle and a grin he couldn't contain as he followed right after you to the elevator.

“Mrs Ackles, really?” he raised an eyebrow and you shrugged, not even looking at him.

“The less suspicious we seem, the better. Who the heck would suspect a couple that just wants to have some time for each other? Nobody.”

“Hmh but for a moment I could swear you were... enjoying it?”

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and scoffed “You'd wish.” but you didn't seem that convincing to him because he was still grinning from ear to ear as you two exited the elevator and started making your way to your room.

“Only... one question.” he bit his lower lip as he opened the door to the room “Did you you really think about it when youasked fo another room or...?”

“Oh fuck me.” you groaned when realization set down on as you took notice of the only double bed sitting in the middle of the room.

~*~

“Gosh I could so use a shower right now.” you mumbled, coming out of the bathroom, rubbing your eyes “How would you do that all the time, Dean? I got so sore in like that first hour. The only good thing about it was the pie and burgers.”

“You get used to it at some point, I don't expect it to be easy for you.” he shrugged “But you gotta admit, I'm pretty awesome at getting amazing fast food.”

“Amongst many other things, I'll agree.” you gave him a soft smile and he smiled to himself ass well “Ho... what's the word?” you asked and sat down on the bed.

He looked up from his computer for a second, letting out a heavy sigh before shutting it closed “Unfortunately not much. I called Sam, contacted Cas and Jack to see what else they can find. They're gonna be joining us anytime now but until then... we swing with it on our own.”

“That's good then... right? Get all the help we can find I mean.” you spoke softly and he hummed absent minded, more like in a world of his own so you tried your best to get him to speak more.

“Especially with Jack, I mean.” that got his attention because he raised an eyebrow at you, and you smirked “He's a great guy! I mean, certainly sweet but even more funny.”

“Forget it.” he grumbled after a small pause and you giggled “No! Nope, not even a word! Zip it!”

“I- I didn't say anything about it!” you raised your hands in surrender “But I mean, if I was going to, I'd say that Jack cluelessly calling out on your-”

“Aha!” he pointed a finger at you, cutting you off.

“Alright alright. I just-” you cleared your throat, looking down at your hands “Think... you look pretty cute blushing, that is all.” you bit your lower lip, playing with the end of your flannel but looked at him through your lashes.

He groaned, throwing his head back “(Y/n)!”

“Fine fine.” you snickered “As long as... you promise to relax a little bit.” your look softened “You're real tense, D. And I know- I know that what we're dealing with here is serious but... we're safe at least for the moment. I am. Isn't that enough?”

“Yeah, no that is very important.” he whispered, his eyes boring into yours “It's better if we just sit now and the only thing we do is wait for a word from any of the two siblings.”

You bit on your lower lip, your eyes casting down “It was about Amara, wasn't it?” you whispered softly, referring to what he had not had the chance to say earlier.

He got up from his chair with a soft sigh, loosening his tie even more out of habit “Cas found a letter waiting on my desk this morning.” he approached you, sitting next to you “It was from her. She-” he ran a hand down his face “She knows that you're living with me, (Y/n).”

A gasp left your lips “H-how did she find out?”

“I- I honestly don't know. I'm- I can only think that she...” he trailed off, clenching his jaw “She must have come to my place and saw you there.”

“Bu-but she's pissed off with me. Why would she be at your place when...” you trailed off when you saw the man avoided looking you in the eyes, making realization down on you “Oh” you breathed out, because although you didn't know about the history between the two of them you still felt like it had to do with it.

“Yeah” he licked his lips “In the letter she- she said she was coming for you and I wouldn't be able to save you, not this time. That's- that's mostly why I wanted us to leave immediately.”

“So we're not just looking for Chuck... we're also hiding.” you concluded and he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

“I'm not- it's not what I do. It's not my thing to run. Whenever I've had the chance to, I've stood my ground and faced her but right now I- I don't have just me to think about and that's what scares me even more.” he turned his head to face you “(Y/n), I know you're gonna say I'm being paranoid but unless it's not urgent I would like you to not leave this room. Especially without me knowing or being by your side.”

“If it was any other case I would have objected or reacted but-” you gave him a weak nod “I know you're right and I will try my best not to risk it. Especially after what happened last time at my place, I promise you.”

“Good. Good.” he let a sigh of relief, taking hold of your hand and giving it a squeeze “How-” he cleared his throat, getting up on his feet “I know we're hiding but I spotted a cute very secluded restaurant downstairs, near the reception that nobody will even see us there. What do you think? Considering we won't be getting out much otherwise.” he tried to offer you a smile but it showed how tired he was.

You returned it to lighten the mood “Why don't you just ask me out already huh?” you managed to get a soft chuckle out of him and that was enough at the moment.

“I try to but-” he licked his dry lips “I trip over my words when I see you.”

“Alright, you smooth asshole.” you laughed breathlessly and felt your cheeks heat up “I was just kidding. And yes...” you breathed out, fixing his tie back in place as his eyes followed your every move “I would very much like that, Dean.”

~*~

“Do you think it's gonna be easy to interview locals when we should be hiding?” you ask gently, walking by his side with your arms wrapped around you holding his coat over your shoulders. You were in such a rush you had forgotten to take a thicker jacket with you but now you were almost thankful to yourself for that because if you were to be addicted to a scent that was definitely going to be Dean's.

“Easy? No, by no means.” he shook his head “But at least I will try to be careful. I mean we have some time before she tracks us down, and yes she will, so we gotta use that to our advantage as long as we have the chance to.”

You let out a heavy sigh, closing your eyes for a minute as you waited for the elevator to arrive “And... what if she does before we're prepared for it? What will happen if she- if she finds you? I- I don't want to have to go through that too, I don't think I can take it if you-” you stopped yourself, taking in a shaky breath.

“No, (Y/n), hey, look at me.” he placed his hands on your shoulders “Listen, I know we're under a lot of pressure here but I need you to keep faith, I need you to keep swinging... for the both of us, sweetheart. I'm gonna be as careful as I can beand I'm not gonna let her have it her way this time. She's not going to do anything to me, no matter how much I hate to say it.” he sighed “But you need to hold on and keep giving me that gorgeous smile every chance you can to keep me going. Don't lose any sleep over it, that's my job here, to keep you safe.”

“It's not your job to-”

“But it is what I want to do.” he whispered, cutting you off, and tucking few strands behind your ear gently; and the only thing you could do was look down with a shy smile. He was ready to speak but something else caught his attention. You saw him narrow his eyes and take a few steps towards the direction you'd come from.

“Wha-” you blinked, following after him “Dean? Dean where are you-” you started but he shushed you by placing a finger over his lips.

“Follow me and don't make a sound.” he whispered to you and you did as told without realizing what he was really after. The entire hotel seemed like a maze so the only thing you did was follow him without having any idea where you were going. Only when you heard the sound of footstep behind you and felt Dean's hand tugging at you did you realize you were after a person.

“Dean, what are you-” you started but he placed a hand over your mouth as after some running he opened a door and pushed the two of you inside. You didn't question him and even if you couldn't see him in the utter darkness of the small closet you held your breath as well when you heard the footstep approaching. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the man before Dean hid the both of you inside the closet. You were holding your breath not just because of the man outside, though, but even more so the man you were currently pressed against in the darkness.

You didn't even swallow for fear that it would make things worse than they already were. Not that your mind wandering to how wonderful it felt to have him pressed against you along with how well your every curve fit with his, was making it any easy.

Dean made one single move of his hips and a gasp left your lips as your eyes widened. There really wasn't any space as it was but with the big man pressed against you it just wasn a thousand times harder to be in there. But you had to.

“Sorry” he whispered and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Doesn't matter. Do you know him?” you whispered back and he hummed.

“Yes, very well at that. He's just what I needed this moment. But first-” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat “We gotta... wait until he's gone.”

“Oh o-ok.” you cleared your throat, feeling your face heat up dangerously. But with Dean Winchester pressed against you in such an intimate way you felt as if seconds turned into hours and were growing impatient.

“All I asked for was some safety, some security and... to have you close again to feel alright.” you huffed, closing your eyes and wanting to rub your temple but it was actually impossible in your current position “This is not what I bargained for.”

“Sweetheart-” his voice came slightly restrained as well, and the movement of his hips against yours got a groan from you “Trust me, if I could have it any other way I would gladly take the option.”

“Would you now?” your said slightly out of breath, the smirk evident in your voice and Dean grinned on his own “And can you stay in one fucking place, please? He'll hear you.”

“Hmh elevator's taking too long for your own good?” he licked his lips “And no, no actually I wouldn't.” and him shifting made you bite your lip.

“Detective” your voice came out equally strained “Not that I don't like the position we're in right now, cause oh trust me I do.”

“Really huh?” the smugness in his voice made you glare at him.

“Dean” you hissed his name but couldn't fight a moan when his hands squeezed your hips.

“Sorry, just kinda got distracted. Tryin' to realize this is not a dream is kinda hard.” he gave you a chuckle that died out too soon but you actually laughed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“There better be no pun intended, detective. And speaking of which-” you bit your lower lip “Please tell me that is your gun.”

A small pause followed and Dean didn't give you even a small laugh before he whispered in a husky voice that made shivers run down your spine “And... what if it's not?”

A squeak left your lips, perfectly timed with the sound of the elevator's door clicking open and just as you were ready to exclaim Dean's name, he placed a hand over your mouth. When you were sure he was gone you pushed the man and along with him the door burst open. You took a deep breath when you were out of that suffocating small room and even more importantly not pressed tightly against the green-eyed detective.

You were surprised when you saw a full grin on his face and heard his laugh, even if he was laughed at your flustered state, flushed face and surprised expression “Very funny. What are you, five?” you placed your hands on your hips.

“Sweetheart, you were the one that asked.” he winked “And just to reassure you, yes I always keep my gun close with me. Not that it would be that hard with you pressed against me in that way.” he shrugged with a cheeky grin, actually preparing his gun and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Alright, spill. What just happened? You were all serious and worried up until five minutes ago, you freaked out over that guy not seeing us and now you're all happy go lucky. Who- who was that Dean?”

“The lead I needed.”

“Lead to-”

“Chuck.” he breathed out in a haste “Metatron is- he can lead us straight to him. And I've gotta follow him. Sweetheart, dinner's cancelled but I'll make it up to you with candles next time.” he winked and before you could question him on how this man could be connected to Chuck – you were also more relieved to know he was in town and you'd found a lead so soon – he spoke up “Go back in the room, tell Sam where I am and contact me in case something happens. Even if you hear a single sound, yes? Don't forget to lock. And I'll brig food when I come back, promise.”

“I- I ye-”

“I'll text every 15 minutes to check in with you. Gotta go, be careful.”

“Ye-yeah take ca-” you didn't even so get finish your sentence because he cut you off... in the most unpredictable way ever.

You knew it was probably supposed to be a reassuring kiss, just like all the ones he'd given you times and times before that either on the temple or on the cheek. But this time his lips didn't press on your cheek. You knew it was partly because of the rush, because he hurried down the stairs without even realizing what he'd done, but you couldn't help but think that just because of the rush he had let more of his feelings pour into the action. He had not kissed your cheek, temple or forehead but the corner of your lips, and that was so different from any other time. You were left stunned in your place, staring with wide eyes and burning cheeks in the direction he left.

“Oh dear” you whispered, wondering what else could happen while you shared a motel room and a bed with the older Winchester.

~~~

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The thing is, Dean is very happy for Sam and Eileen.

He is so damn happy for them, in fact, that he’s house-sitting their stupid, fancy, white picket-fence and two-story home with its floor to ceiling windows to flood their home with light during all hours of the day.

With their stupidly large garden, lush green lawn, their flower beds and their huge pool with its ridiculously light blue water.

Yes, he’s happy for them.

He’s also maybe a little envious, so what. That’s alright. He’s allowed to feel this way sometimes.

It’s not even that he wants all this, really. He’d be damn happy with a small bungalow, a moderately-sized garden and a bit of space to plant herbs for cooking.

But then there’s also the fact that those two are true mates, that they are so madly in love, so perfect for each other, it’s disgusting. And Dean, well, he’s an omega over thirty that hasn’t bothered with relationships in more than eight years, has kind of given up on finding someone to have all that domestic and romantic bliss with.

So Dean is a little bitter, but only in the safety and privacy of his own head, and definitely never around his brother and his sister-in-law. Because those two really do deserve all the happiness in the world. And just because Dean wishes for a little happiness for himself, he will not ruin their bliss.

The thing that’s a little hard on him, though, is that during the past few months their place somehow started to feel more like home than his own apartment does. He’s not even over that much, but he feels so safe and good and happy, here. It’s a space he feels like himself in, and it’s not really the company, it feels more like the energy around their house, the amazing smell seemingly haunting Dean when he drives back home and slowly loses it. He’s not sure which flowers Eileen planted that smell this way, but he’s been meaning to ask her for months.

And now that they are in Hawaii for their honeymoon and Dean gets daily selfie updates, their tan faces adorned with smiles so wide they look like they must hurt, blue ocean and sandy beaches behind them, well.

Well, it’s Friday, day three of house and garden sitting, and since Dean doesn’t have to be at the garage tomorrow, he finally takes Sam and Eileen up on their offer to at least make use of their pool while he’s being a lovely and admirable brother and house-sits, and waters their damn perfect lawn and their flowers.

So he drives over to their place after work, gets their mail and carries it inside, and leaves his heavy work boots by the door. He switches on all the sprinklers in their yard, and then he wanders into their wooden garden shed to grab the closest pool floatie.

And then, while the water sprinkles away around him, he drops the floatie in the pool and drops his shirt, his socks, his pants and underwear on the porch.

This is another amazing thing about Sam and Eileen’s place — they live in uttermost privacy. Their garden is hidden behind the house, two sides of it adjoining wide fields drowning in wheat around summer time, and the only private property next to their place has been abandoned and empty for years.

So Dean doesn’t give a second thought, just focuses on the giddy happiness he feels when his skin is bared to the soft warmth of the evening sun, focuses on how warm the water is when he steps into the pool. Focuses on the way the plastic of Eileen’s ridiculously cute watermelon floatie burns against his back and butt and thighs when he sinks down on it and lets the softly ebbing water carry him into the middle of the pool.

It’s bliss, the way this amazing smell in this stupid garden seems even stronger during the heat, the way the birds are chirping above him, the water softly licking against the floatie and his arms and legs, where they dangle into the cool water.

He’s pretty sure he could doze off like this, were it not for the fact that he’s honestly very, very scared of burning his dick where it’s getting a bit of sun right now. He never considered this before, but with the sun hitting his favorite bits, he can just imagine the pain of getting sunburnt.

So he hums Zep under his breath to stay awake, even while he closes his eyes to catch some rest. He’ll have to rotate in a few minutes, but right now he just wants to enjoy the way the sun is tickling his nose.

He takes a deep breath, wants to fill his lungs with this scent, something sweet like cherry, something smooth and deep like maybe whiskey, maybe cedar wood. Another deep breath that turns into a yawn, that has him stretching along the floatie until his fingertips dip into the cool water above his head, toes stretched and —

And then his peace and quiet is interrupted by a loud crashing noise that has him startle so hard, he almost topples off the floatie and into the water.

“Shit,” someone swears under their breath, quickly followed by another bang, and that’s when Dean notices a head full of dark, tousled hair trying to duck away on the other side of the fence. On the property Dean thought empty.

“What the fuck,” Dean can’t help but burst, and then again when he slips off the floatie and into the water to hide his body from this creep next door. It’s so cold, he breaks out in goosebumps immediately, even while treading water and frantically moving his arms. “Dude, what the actual fuck? You getting off, creeping on people like that? What are you doing on an abandoned property, huh? ‘m gonna call the police on you the second I can step outta this stupid pool, asshole!”

The person on the other side clears their throat twice before they start to ramble, shaky and obviously embarrassed: “God, I’m — I’m really so sorry. I knew my neighbors were gone for the following two weeks. Sam told me his brother would come over to water the flowers, too, but I didn’t — but I thought that’d be that! Watering the flowers, not... Not this. Fuck, I’m unbelievably sorry I surprised you like that. You… you’re Dean, then?”

Now that the shock of it has worn off a bit, and the goosebumps on Dean’s skin aren’t as violent as they were when he jumped into the water, his brain let’s him connect the dots. Neighbors. Sam and Eileen’s new neighbor. The dude he just called a creep. And an asshole. Oh, and the guy that most definitely just got a good look on Dean’s junk.

Well, if that isn’t a good first impression.

“The — Yes, I mean, yeah. I’m Dean. You’re… the neighbor?” he stutters back. He swims closer, until he can press against the wall of the pool and feel less exposed.

“Castiel,” comes from the other side, still only a few crazy locks visible behind the wooden fence. And all Dean can think about is how absolutely fucking ridiculous he must be looking right now, crouching behind the fence and hiding. “Castiel Novak. Sorry, for the, um, for looking.”

Dean snorts, fingers drumming on the stones laid out around the edge of the pool. It smells overwhelmingly like chlorine, down here, and Dean starts feeling a little squirrely like this, unable to pick up a smell from the guy, unable to even just guess his subgender. “Castiel, huh? You gonna show me the face to the name, too?”

Castiel clears his throat again, there’s some shuffling, and then he stands up tall. The first thing Dean can think is that he really must have been crouching awkwardly, because standing straight, Dean can not only see his head, but also his shoulders and chest poking up above the fence.

The second thought is even worse, because Dean can’t help but notice how goddamn gorgeous the creep is. Wide, tan shoulders, a sharp jawline that’s covered in dark stubble, eyes that look deep and piercing even from all the distance, and a mop of delightfully tousled brown hair.

The third thing he notices is the bright blush covering the guy’s cheeks, the sheepish look on his face.

“Hello,” Castiel says, raspy and low, blush spreading up to his ears.

And then Dean can’t really help the soft grin that stretches over his face even against his best efforts. “Hey there, Cas,” he answers.

“I’m really sorry,” Cas stutters again, grimacing a little. “I didn’t know you were — I didn’t know. I wasn’t trying to creep on you or anything. I promise. I mean, I realize that doesn’t mean much, but… Just. Sorry.”

Dean laughs again, pushing up and out of the water until he can lean up on lower arms on the sun-warm stones, letting his lower body float in the water behind him. “All good, man. Maybe give me some privacy when I jump out and grab a towel in a few minutes, and I’ll be outta your hair after that, anyway.”

“Oh,” Cas says as he averts his eyes, blush coming back to his face. “Oh sure, yeah. Yes, I’ll leave you to it. Again, sorry for interrupting you.” And with that, he turns around and rushes away.

Dean’s a little disappointed, would have enjoyed watching Cas embarrassedly squirming his way through a bit more conversation, maybe one more apology, one more bright blush on those cute stubbled cheeks. Whatever, Dean will probably see him around during the next few days, anyway. Hopefully. Maybe. He didn’t seem like a creep after all, actually kind of cute.

With Cas gone, Dean spends a little more time just floating, enjoying the cool water carrying him. But then he thinks about what it’d be like to call Cas back, ask him to join Dean in the water. What would happen if he got Cas all naked and wet and close.

When Dean realizes that he can’t shake away that silly thought, he decides to get out, heaves himself out of the pool and pads his way towards his towel, leaving puddles of water on the stone floor while he wraps himself up.

He can’t help but check, once or twice, if Cas is still around, might be watching Dean again while he dries himself and slips into his boxers and grease-stained jeans. He looks over a few more times, on his way back onto the porch, but Cas has slipped into his house and is nowhere to be seen in his beautifully manicured yard — and how does he only notice this now? The colorful flower beds and trimmed hedges and the sunbed, pulled into the middle.

He shakes his head, switches off the sprinklers and heads back through the house and towards the front door.

He’s never in his life been as unenthusiastic about getting into Baby as he is now, sweat already dripping down his back while he locks the door behind himself, just thinking about getting into that heated-up monster.

But then he turns around and finds Cas next to his car, still shirtless, wearing nothing but swim trunks that would be a decent length if they weren’t currently rolling up on Cas’ thighs — and instead of sweat, shivers run down his spine.

Cas stumbles a step forward, arm stretching out towards him, and that’s when Dean notices a plastic box in his hand. “I, um, I have some pie. One last peace offering,” Cas says with an unsure smile, and Dean’s heart suddenly beats a little too fast.

Dean rushes down the front steps and closes the few feet distance between, watching as Cas blushes, mutters yet another: “Really, I’m so sorry.”

Dean steps even closer, down the sidewalk and right into Cas’ space, and that’s when the incredible smell from the garden amps up all around him, surrounds him and makes him feel a little dizzy.

Cas smiles at him, and for some reason that makes him feel even dizzier.

“That’s — that’s very sweet, Cas,” he says, smiling back so hard, it almost hurts a little. “Love me some good pie.”

When he reaches out to take the box from Cas’ hand, their fingers touch and something like an electric shock shoots through Dean’s arm. Cas startles back, eyes wide, slivers of alpha red twirling through the startling blue of them.

“Dean,” he says, sounding a little choked as he brings his hand up in front of his nose. “Dean, do you-”

And he thankfully doesn’t really need to finish his sentence for Dean to finally realize what smells so fucking good around here. Cas smells so fucking good, it’s Cas. It has been Cas for all this time.

All this fucking time, and Dean didn’t realize.

He decides then, on the spot, that it’s been enough time. He pauses for a second, asks, careful not to breathe in too deeply: “Cas, can I scent you?” He waits for Cas to finish his enthusiastic nod, and then he pounces.

And Cas catches him with open arms, tilts his head so Dean can properly bury his face in his neck, breathe him in, and holds him close.

Cas smells like cedar wood, and cherry, and rum — and home, alpha, maybe even mate. Buried in his neck, Dean can’t smell anything else, and he resigns himself to the way his omega is clawing at him. He accepts it, and then he acts, pressing his lips against Cas’ scent gland, licking his taste right off of his skin.

Cas whimpers, fingers digging into Dean’s hips, whispers something like “Please, please, please,” against Dean’s ear.

It takes a while for his omega to calm down a little, especially with the soft scent of arousal creeping into Cas’ scent. When he pulls away, Cas’ eyes are blown, crimson red, and his lips are parted in a sigh.

“Can I?” he asks, diving down against Dean’s neck a second after the words are out. He breathes against Dean’s skin, breath hot and heavy, making Dean’s mind whirl with possibilities. Cas gets his inner alpha under control surprisingly quickly, considering that his nose is buried against Dean’s scent gland, because he soon starts to leave soft kisses on the expanse of Dean’s neck.

“Cas,” Dean breathes, so happy he feels giddy and shaky. “Cas, wanna share that pie? Maybe in that pretty garden of yours?”

“Would love that,” Cas answers against Dean’s skin, and then he pulls back and looks at him again, smile wide and a little unbelieving. “Can I-” he starts again, and for the second time today, Dean knows what he wants to say before he can finish his sentence.

He meets Cas in a kiss halfway, a soft press of lips that has Dean aching for more.

When they pull away for breath, Cas intertwines their fingers and pulls Dean with him, through his wooden fence and his front yard, up into his house, where it smells so much like him, Dean actually stumbles a little when he takes his first breath in there.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Cas grins, smelling incredibly happy, a little nervous — but then they don’t talk for quite a while when Dean stumbles again, pushes Cas up against his front door and kisses him senseless.

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psyleedee · 5 years

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Lipstick.

Pairing: Dean×Castiel.

Word Count: 1k+.

by psyleedee.

Dean doesn't even know his name. But he's too captivating to be ignored. His ruffled raven black hair looks like its been pulled and mussed frequently, like he wanted to style it but couldn't decide how. His arms are toned and flex against the thin fabric of the short black top he's wearing. His tight jeans perfectly accentuate the delicious curve of his butt, more so his thick, meaty thighs. He's moving, the red disco light catching on his face for a brief moment, and Dean see's beautiful dark red plump lips. God, he's wearing lipstick. Girls wearing lipstick make Dean feel hot, but guys wearing lipstick may probably make him come untouched. There's just something so rogue and extraordinary about it.

The music changes to a more up-beat tune, and the guy sways his hips, hands roaming up his own neck and into the air, head bobbing and shaking like not a single thing in the world could bother him. His friends seem to have vanished away. Or maybe they're there, but Dean's too intrigued by the one guy to notice them. He wants to go up to the guy, have him smudge all that lipstick on his own lips. But something tells him to hold back for a minute, to stop, and enjoy the sight. The man turns around, the yellow lights shining upon his features, and Dean sees him better. Structured jaw, sharp nose, leisurely shut eyes, lost in the song. He's smiling softly, maybe the song reminds him of something, or someone.

Ooh, when your lips undress me,

Hooked on your tongue,

Ooh love, your kiss is deadly,

Don't stop…

Dean doesn't even remember how long he's been watching the guy. Maybe it looks creepy and he should stop. But its so heavenly, even the messy, aimless tipsy dancing seems so gracious. Dean knows he's drunk, but something about the man makes Dean feel so perfectly in control and out of control at the same time. He can suppress his urge for now, but he knows once he lets go, it won't be this calm.

He can already fantasize about the things he would do to lipstick guy. He'll have him on his knees, he'll fuck rough and dirty into those slutty lips, not caring about the colour it leaves behind. He would love to fuck his juicy little ass, or maybe he'd want the guy to ride him, ass bouncing on Dean's thighs.

Dean turns for a moment, and reckons to the bartender to give him another beer, and turns again towards the guy. But now there's someone approaching him. Another man, more sturdier and heavier looking than Dean, is eyeing lipstick guy with a wicked grin. Dean doesn't bother for a few seconds, maybe he's wrong and the heavy guy is looking somewhere else. So Dean remains put. But as soon as the guy moves closer to lipstick guy, Dean can see that the air around them has become chillier, more uncomfortable. The guy is moving closer, moving his hands over the lipstick man's waists, and he's subtly trying to push them away.

An urge of posessiveness bolts through Dean and he doesn't know what he's thinking when he gulps his beer down, treads over to lipstick guy's side and clasps his waist with a determined look, turning him around and pulling him closer. He can hear a little gasp of surprise as the warmer body presses against his. Then the lipstick man buries his head in Dean's neck, moving his hips against Dean's. Jealousy burns through Dean as he stares the heavier guy dead in the eyes, with a venomous glare. His hands roam over lipstick man's waist with a firm grip.

The heavier man grunts, curses at Dean, something like fucker, but Dean couldn't care less. The man's wandered away, and Dean freely looks down at the hot man in his arms. He looks up at Dean, and if those aren't the most beautiful pair of blue eyes ever, Dean doesn't even know. The man looks back, and sees the creep has gone away. He looks back at Dean from under those flirtatious eyelashes and blushes, mumbling a small thank you.

Dean just smiles gently, and presses closer, happy to see that the man hasn't made any effort to move away, so he lets his hands glide greedily against the man's back. He lets out a shaking breath and reaches closer to Dean's face, and for a minute Dean thinks the man is going to kiss him, instead he whispers gingerly against Dean's ear.

"I know you've been watching me."

The man pulls back, his hand on Dean's shoulder and Dean finds himself absolutely stumped by the gravelly, smoky low voice of the man, sharp and thick like whiskey. When the guy's words register, Dean just looks at him blankly, cheeks burning.

"Its okay. I do occasionally like an audience, a distinct type."

He turns around in Dean's arms, guiding Dean's arms to his stomach and settling his own hand's over Dean's, swaying them both to the music.

"Oh." Dean manages to say.

"I'm Dean."

"Hello Dean, I'm Castiel, but its better if you call me Cas."

He replies, his stubble scrubbing lightly against Dean's own cheek.

"Hey Cas."

Dean grins.

The music changes, and Cas's ass presses firmly against Dean's crotch. His cock instantly reacts, gradually erecting. Dean mentally curses himself for having teenager like urges. For fuck sake, he's a twenty-five year old.

Cas seems to sense it, and deliberately pushes back, grinding and rubbing down against Dean's arousal, almost as if he's enjoying teasing the poor guy. Before Dean knows it, Cas wriggles around in Dean's hold, and slides his hand down Dean's abs, towards the waistband of Dean's jeans. Finally, with a playful grin, Cas says those five magical words.

"Let's get out of here."

Dean doesn't even need to process that order, he's already tugging Cas's hand, pushing through the crowd, making his way towards the exit. Once he sees the backside exit door, he slams it open, pulling Cas after him. The music fades out, and suddenly everything is silent outside, just the cold chill in the air.

It hasn't even been a moment before Dean presses his sweaty hands under Cas's shirt, capturing his lips into a heated, eager kiss. Cas pushes him back towards a brick wall, hands fumbling with Dean's belt, lips chasing Dean's.

Breaths get heavier and hotter, friction spiking up, broken words and praises the only conversation as skin touches skin. Cas is giving out breathy, shaky moans, little whimpers, as Dean kisses and bites his way down Cas's neck, leaving red marks, tasting each other curiously.

"De-Dean- plea-please-"

Dean nuzzles his nose in Cas's neck, Cas's hands lazily starting to pump Dean's cock.

"Please w-what, C-cas?"

"Please- pl- let me taste y-you-"

There's this passion, this desperation in Cas's voice, the feeling that he will do anything to taste Dean, and its driving Dean wild.

"A-all yours..."

Dean mumbles, and Cas instantly drops down to his knees. His fingers are quick and deft, unbuckling the belt and unzipping Dean's pants. He's wearing a silver charm bracelet that keeps clinking everytime Cas's moves his hand. But then Cas is palming Dean's cock through his underwear, and Dean drops his head back against the wall, creeping a hand in Cas's hair, tugging at his hair.

Cas doesn't waste any more time, he pulls Dean's underwear down, and watches as his hard cock jerks at the coldness. Cas grips it instantly, stroking him once or twice, before taking a small lick at the drops of come pooling at the slit.

He hums, and then opens his mouth to swallow Dean's cock as much as possible. He's working slow, rubbing the base of Dean's cock, squeezing and rubbing Dean's balls. Oh fuck… it feels so good.

Dean looks down and there are visible red stains around his cock, from Cas's lipstick mixed with spit. He knows it looks messy but it just turns him on even more.

"God- fffuck- you're such a whore for my cock, Cas- makes me wanna fuck your pretty little face."

Dean mumbles, and tugs harder onto Cas's hair, holding his head in one place.

Cas looks up at him expectantly with those deep pleading eyes, and Dean just grunts, thrusting his hips forward into Cas's hungry little mouth.

"You like it when I do that? Fuck your slutty mouth like that?"

Dean says, and thrusts harder into his mouth. Cas just stays still, holding onto Dean's ankles to refrain himself from moving. Cas whimpers and tries to nod, instead pushing his mouth further, until Dean's cock is practically buried in his mouth.

Dean is shoving his dick in Cas's mouth, pulling his hair and keeping it rough. Judging by all the whines and moan, Cas seems to have absolutely no problem. Dean drops his head back against the cold wall, breathing heavily, mouth fallen open, lips drying, as Cas sucks him with every inch of desperation.

"Fuck- fuck, I wanna fuck your pretty little face, Cas, oh god- you gonna let me do that?"

Dean grabs the back of Cas's head and tilts it upwards with a jerk so that he can look into Cas's eyes clearly.

"Yes. Please- let me taste you- take me wherever you want, fuck me however you want Dean, ungh- so hard I can't walk straight-"

Cas breathes heavily, and boy, if he didn't look heavenly before, he sure does now. His hair is all ruffled from how much Dean pulled it, his lips are smudged with red lipstick and his blue azure eyes are dark with lust. Cas licks his lips once, and Dean pulls him up on his feet.

He pulls Cas close for another kiss, his lips and mouth already wet from all the sucking, and its so moist and hot, Dean can barely let go of his lithe body as he growls possessively.

"You know what? I'm taking you home."

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440mxs-wife · 4 years

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Hometown Hunt, Part 2

You and Sam walked back into the bar, expecting to see Dean and Jake fighting. Imagine your surprise to find them playing pool over in the corner, like civilized men. They saw you come back into the bar and walked over to you and Sam. Jake tried to put his arms around you, but you held up your hands and quickly stepped out of his reach. "Jake, stop. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but for now, keep your hands off," you ordered.

"Where are you staying?" Jake asked.

"One of the motels out of town, you remember how we used to do things, Jake," you admonished.

"Well, you might as well come home with me tonight, since you are still technically my wife," he growled, shooting Sam a challenging look. You put one hand on Sam's chest, one on his cheek, locked eyes with him and assured him that you would be okay. You then informed Jake that you wanted time alone to talk to him, figure out how this could've happened. Also, that no matter what, you would not be sleeping with him, wife or not.

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"Really? You're running around with the Winchesters?" he snarled. "They are nothing but trouble and you know they're going to get you killed one day! Besides, I heard they found the demon tablet and are trying to figure out how to permanently close the Gates of Hell. That could prove dangerous. You wouldn't know anything about its location, would you?"

"I thought we were going to talk about you, Jake, so why do you care about some stupid artifact that may or may not exist? What I want to know is, how you are alive again? You died in my arms, Jake. I gave you a hunter's funeral," you replied.

"Well, obviously, it didn't take, sweetheart, because here I am. Now answer my question: how long have you been working with them, and what about that tablet?" he demanded.

"DON'T call me 'sweetheart'!" you snapped. "I've been working with them ever since I lost you, so about seven years now. Sam and I have been together for the past five years," you blushed.

Seeing the blush on your face, "So you two are pretty attached, hmm?" he asked.

"Yes......?" you answered, alarms starting to go off in your head.

"And he would come to your rescue, no matter what, right?" he inquired.

"Why are you asking me this, Jake?" you asked him, fear creeping into your voice.

"You asked how I'm able to be alive right now?" you nodded slowly in response to his question. He looked directly at you and his eyes flashed black.

You gasped. "What the hell?!? Who are you and what have you done with Jake?" you demanded.

"Oh, you're cute. This is all me, just better and stronger. My superiors have been patiently waiting a long time for this, setting you up as bait for the Winchesters. Sam will come running for you, and we all know that Dean will be close behind. We'll get rid of the Winchesters and it will be all thanks to you, my dear," he smirked.

"NO! Sam and Dean will never give you what you want," you retorted.

"Wanna bet? I have you, and they'll do anything to get you back. That's when I'll spring the trap. Then the world will finally be rid of the troublesome Winchesters. Now, for this next part, I really don't need you awake," Jake shook his head sadly as you felt a blow to the head from the back.

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"I don't like this, Dean. I don't like her being over there with him, husband or not. I'm going over there," Sam decided, grabbing his jacket.

"Whoa there, Sammy," Dean said. "At least let me get my coat," he grinned.

As they drove over to Jake's house, Castiel appeared in the back seat. "Whoa, Cas! What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Your girlfriend sent up a signal in the form of a prayer. I take it she's in some kind of trouble?" he guessed as Sam nodded. "The being that owns this house is a demon and a powerful one, at that. And he's using her as bait for a trap for you both to trade her for the demon tablet." Cas sighed. "That's all I was able to get from her thoughts before I believe she lost consciousness."

"Step on it Dean," Sam ordered, which he did, a grim set to his mouth as we arrived at Jake's house.

"Wait, I'm getting another signal from her," Castiel informed them.

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You awoke to find yourself in the basement of what you hoped was still Jake's house. Your arms and legs were secured to the chair with ropes and you had a massive headache from being knocked unconscious. Earlier, you'd sent up a signal to Castiel, so he could warn Sam and Dean. Now you decided to send up one more prayer for help, and hope that he was listening.

Cas? I hope you can hear me, and I hope you're with Sam and Dean. I'm in some real trouble here. Jake is a demon, and he has me tied to a chair in the basement. And....I'm really scared, Cas. A sob escaped your throat as you continued. I don't know how many demons are in here, but when you guys get here, please be careful. You all are my family, the only family I have left. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to any of you because of this, because of me. I love you all, you finished, tears rolling freely down your cheeks.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Your prayer reached Cas as soon as the Impala pulled up in front of Jake's house, so he relayed your message to Sam and Dean. All the lights were off, except Cas could see one burning in the basement.

"That must be where he's holding her. If he's hurt her....," Sam said ominously.

Cas could tell that Sam was worried about you, as were they all, but especially Sam. You've only been dating for the past five years, but you've been in love with each other for possibly longer than that.

"Dean? Cas? Before we go in there, I need to show you guys something," Sam reached in his pocket and brought out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a diamond ring with two smaller aquamarine stones on either side. "I have been wanting to ask her to marry me for the past few months, but like an idjit, I've been waiting for the perfect setting. I realize now that if I wait any longer, I may miss my chance. We need to get her out of there and in one piece so I can ask her to be my wife. Please?" Sam's eyes began to water.

Dean and Cas each clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder. "We'll get her back, Sam. Then you can give her that ring and make her the happiest woman on earth," Dean assured him.

"Marry that girl the first chance you get, Sam. The love you have together is special and rare. Protect it," Cas remarked.

Sam sniffled, smiled and wiped his eyes. "Thanks guys. Let's get in there and kick some demon ass. By the way, Jake is mine," he vowed.

Weapons in hand, they made their way up the front porch of the house and peered inside. Sam knocked on the door, and out stepped a demon. Dean held his blade up to his throat and demanded, "Where's the girl?"

"Winchesters!" he spat. "Should've known you'd be mixed up in this. Your little woman is downstairs waiting for you, but I'll guarantee you she's not alone. Good luck," he cackled as Dean stabbed him.

The boys worked their way through the house, taking out demons as they went. Finally they found the door to the basement and the stairs that would lead to you. Castiel looked at Sam and Dean, who nodded that they should proceed.

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"Hey! Wake up! The show's about to start," Jake called, but you kept your eyes closed. "Hey!" A few slaps. "I told you to wake up!" A punch to the stomach.

You struggled to breathe but managed to crack one eye open and look around. Your eyesight was a little hazy, but you could see three figures slowly descending the stairs. You opened your eyes all the way and glared defiantly at Jake. "What 'show' are you talking about, Jake? You know the Winchesters are never going to trade me for the demon tablet. So, why don't you just get over yourself and let me go before you get killed," you retorted angrily.

"Sweetheart, you're tied to a chair. How are you going to kill me if you're still tied to your chair?" he scoffed.

"First of all, I told you NOT to call me 'sweetheart'. And 'B', who said it would be me that kills you? I have a feeling it's going to be one of them," you smiled smugly.

"Wha--" was all you heard before seeing a blade driven through his heart and a few orange flashes. Jake then fell to the floor dead, this time forever. You looked up to see that your knight in shining flannel had been the one to send Jake's soul to Hell, never to return.

Sam quickly knelt down beside me and started untying the ropes. "Sam," you breathed. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again," you said as you fell into his waiting arms.

"Oh baby, are you okay? He hurt you, didn't he? That bastard....Cas, you want to do the honors, please?" Sam asked. Castiel put two fingers to your forehead, healing all of your wounds and the pain disappeared. Once that happened, the adrenaline wore off and you completely fell apart, sobbing in Sam's tight embrace. He just held onto you, rocking back and forth, stroking the back of your head. He whispered soothing words in your ear as you just held each other.

Dean cleared his throat. "Hey, you two, how's about we get on out of here and get something to eat. Pie, maybe?" he suggested.

You and Sam chuckled. "All right, Dean. We can go, right babe?" he asked, turning to you.

"Absolutely. I want nothing more to do with this house, ever again. Jake is truly dead now, no coming back, and that's fine by me," you said as you shuddered.

A little while later, you were occupying a corner booth in Maisie's Diner, where you used to work part time while going to school. "Maisie makes the best pie in three counties, Dean, so you're in for a treat. She also makes killer milkshakes, but they're a bit much for one person. Would you like to share one with me, Sam?" you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He threw his head back and laughed at your ridiculously exaggerated eye movement, then put one hand on your cheek. He ran his thumb gently over your lips, making you crave a taste of his on yours. "Shall we go with chocolate?" you whispered right before you dove in for a kiss. Sam nodded, and your server wrote it on her notepad. Everyone else gave her their order, or you would assume they did. You were too busy kissing Sam.

Dinner was a rousing success, and soon you were back at the bunker. You showered and got into your pajamas, then headed out to the living room. Sam was already sitting in the corner of the couch, his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and relaxed that you didn't want to wake him up by sitting down. You gave him a kiss on the forehead and turned to go back to your room. He stirred and his face broke out into a smile when he noticed you.

"Hey, babe, I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes. Where are you going?" he asked.

"I didn't want to wake you, so I gave you a quick kiss and was going back to our room," you answered.

"Come over here, there's something I wanted to talk to you about," he replied.

Uh-oh. "Okay," you said slowly and lowered yourself to the couch, facing Sam.

"Babe, these past years with you have been the happiest ones of my life. We've certainly had our ups and downs, but no matter what, we've always come back to each other. I love you so much. Your smile is one of the reasons I have for getting out of bed in the morning. I love the way you scrunch up your mouth when you're researching, trying to figure something out. And when you do, your face lights up the world. Don't even get me started on your eyes, because I get lost in them every time I look in them. You are a beautiful woman, body and soul, and I'm so glad you're mine," he said, reaching in the pocket of his pajama pants.

Sam produced a small black velvet box. You gasped and your hand flew to your mouth as you took the box in your shaking hand. You opened it to reveal a diamond ring with two smaller aquamarine stones one on each side. "Sam....this is gorgeous," you said softly.

When you looked up, he had moved from the couch to the floor and was down in front of you on one knee. "I know this isn't the most romantic setting, no waterfalls, candlelight or soft music playing. I've wasted the past several months not asking you, waiting for that perfect setting. The events of the past few days have made me realize that it doesn't have to be perfect. That as long as we're together, that's all that matters. Sweetheart, will you marry me?" he finished.

By this time, tears of joy are rolling down your cheeks and all you could do is nod. Finally you managed to blurt out, "Yes, Sam, yes! I absolutely will marry you!" you exclaimed. You threw your arms around his neck and he wrapped you up in his arms, but not before his mouth captured yours in a rough but passionate kiss. "I love you so much, Sam," you whispered.

Sam reached for the box, took out the ring and slid it onto your shaking left hand. You held out your hand in front of you, admiring how the ring looked on it. "If I may say, this is a beautiful ring, but only half as beautiful as the woman wearing it. I love you," he replied.

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 5 years

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moments | a destiel fic

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Every once in a while, usually in inopportune moments, his love for Cas nearly stops his heart and has him choked up.

He’d fooled himself for about three days when Cas had moved in. He’d mentally noted the man’s stellar looks while helping him bring boxes in, but he’d promised himself that was as far as it would go, especially with Cas being his roommate.

Did a promise to yourself really count if you were crossing your fingers against it to begin with? One such inopportune moment: a rainy Friday night about three weeks after Cas moves in. They’re on their couch; neither of them want to leave the apartment, and they can’t agree on a movie, so Cas flips to Lifetime and declares that they’ll watch charmingly shitty romcoms instead. Dean huffs and grumbles about it but some Lifetime movies are good, okay? Not that he’d admit that to anyone, much less Cas. He looks over and sees Cas sipping his wine. He’s in a ratty old t-shirt and baggy sweats; the mundane scene makes Dean forget how to breathe. It’s not like he hasn’t noticed how adorable Cas is before—every scrunch of his nose when he’s woken too early in the morning or laughs really hard, every satisfied smile when he finally gets his morning coffee—but something about this particular scene just makes his heart thump harder in his chest.

♥

It happens again a week later.

Dean drags Cas to karaoke at the nearby bar, promising Cas that he’ll have fun. They meet up with Dean’s group of friends at the bar—Charlie and her girlfriend Jo, Benny, Garth, Kevin, and Alfie—and, though he can tell Cas is nervous, he fits in with Dean’s group of friends effortlessly. It’s reassuring and, at the same time, only makes Dean fall for him that much harder.

By the time they leave that night, Cas and Charlie have already made plans to start a D&D campaign and Benny’s coming over Friday for dinner with his girlfriend. It’s so domestic and Dean should hate it—they’re not even dating—but it just puts a huge grin on his face.

♥

Two weeks after that, he finally caves and calls his mom. He’s been working toward this call for a while and he’s not entirely sure he’ll get through it this time, but it’s worth a shot. Cas is out with his own friends for the next few hours, so he sprawls on the couch as he catches up with her.

“So what’s the real reason you called?” she finally asks. He can almost see the smirk on her face.

“What, I can’t just want to talk to my own mother?” Dean replies, feigning annoyance.

Mary snorts. “When have you ever called me just because? I know you better than you’d like to admit. Who is she?”

Dean clears his throat quietly. He’d dreaded this part of the conversation, honestly. He’d come out to his parents senior year of high school, nearly eight years ago now, but he’s still not quite sure they really get it. “It’s, uh… it’s a he, actually.” Mary hums but doesn’t reply, which only makes him more nervous. “Shit, sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have-”

“Dean,” she cuts him off sharply, and he’s not entirely sure if he should be relieved or terrified. “I was just waiting for you to continue. You know I don’t care who you end up with, as long as you’re happy, right?”

He can feel a blush creep onto his cheeks. Thank god he’s alone. “You don’t?”

Mary sighs. “No, Dean, of course not. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear before now.”

He smiles to himself, picking at a loose thread on his t-shirt. “Thanks.”

“So,” Mary prompts. “Who is he?”

“It’s, um…” If he says it out loud, he’ll only be confirming his feelings, which won’t make them go away any easier… “It’s Cas.”

“Your roommate Cas?”

“Yeah, he’s…” Dean whines softly in the back of his throat, flinging his arm over his face. “I didn’t mean to, it just kinda happened. Sometimes I just look at him—god, this sounds so cheesy—and everything just feels right.”

Mary doesn’t say anything. He waits for another minute, both still nothing.

“Are… did I freak you out?”

Mary laughs. “No, sweetheart. I’m just not sure what you want me to say.”

Dean whines. “I want you to tell me how to stop crushing on my roommate.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? It certainly doesn’t sound like it is.”

“But he’s my roommate, and a really good friend. What if I say something and he doesn’t feel the same way? Then I lose him completely.”

She hums and Dean can practically feel her shrug through the phone. “Dean, hon, I don’t know what you want me to say. It seems like you really like him.”

“I do.” he whines, running a hand through his hair.

She chuckles softly before continuing, “then you have to decide if it’s worth the risk. Sure, maybe he doesn’t like you back—though I find that hard to imagine, if I’m being honest—”

“Mom, you’re a bit biased there, aren’t ya?”

He hears a quiet laugh before she resumes her train of thought, “but maybe he does like you back, and you’ll be happier than you are now.”

Dean pouts. “Aren’t you supposed to have some romantic wisdom for me or something? Like, ‘if he does this he likes you’ or something like that?”

“Can’t you just use Google for that?” she snarks. “Besides, you don’t want advice, you just want someone to tell you to pull your head out of your ass. So, Dean, pull your head out of your ass and ask your cute roommate out.”

Dean huffs, but he does feel better now than he had before. “I will, I will, jeez.” He pauses, smiling to himself. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Let me know how it goes!”

He doesn’t have a chance to respond before she says her goodbyes and hangs up. He drops his phone on his chest, scrubbing his hands over his face as he heaves a sigh.

♥

The third time it happens is two days later. It’s a Saturday morning and both he and Cas slept in. Dean finally gets out of bed a little after ten, starting the coffee machine before deciding on breakfast. He’s halfway through a batch of chocolate chip pancakes when Cas finally shuffles into the kitchen. Dean knows better than to have a conversation with him this early, so he ignores him until he hears the happy sigh that signals he’s gotten his coffee.

“Mornin, Cas.”

“Good morning, Dean. Are those chocolate chip?”

Dean grins. “Course they are. There’s a bunch ready if you wanna eat.”

Cas hums, sipping his coffee before setting the mug on the counter and grabbing plates and silverware for both of them. “I’ll wait until you’re finished cooking.”

Dean nods, pouring the remaining batter on the skillet. The plate of pancakes winds up on the table once the last few are flipped onto the plate and Dean takes his seat across the table from Cas. It’s the first time he’s gotten a good look at the man this morning and Dean nearly chokes on his coffee.

He’s in nothing but an old t-shirt and boxers and his hair is ridiculously messy, like someone had spent the night running their fingers through it. It has Dean’s stomach growling for something other than food, so he quickly tears his eyes away from his roommate and digs into his breakfast. His mother’s words keep creeping into the forefront of his mind, though. What if Cas does like him back, and morning could be even better than this? He doesn’t even know if Cas is into guys to begin with… but there’s a quick fix for that.

“Charlie and I are going shopping tomorrow to pick up some stuff for Pride. Do you need anything?” It’s a subtle enough question, he hopes.

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him, finishing his sip of coffee before answering. “You’re going to Pride?”

Uh oh. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up… “Yeah, me, Charlie, Jo, Benny, and a couple other friends you haven’t met yet. We go every year.”

Cas hums. “I’ve never been. Were you inviting me or just asking me if I needed something from the store?”

Dean chuckles. “Both? You’re welcome to join us. Charlie wants to get a few more flags for her and Jo and I should probably get one to carry around, the one in my room’s a bit big.”

“Can I come with you? Would Charlie mind?”

He shrugs but texts Charlie just in case. “I doubt it. She’d probably be thrilled, honestly.”

Sure enough, Charlie texts back an emphatic yes, so an hour later, the two of them are in Dean’s car, heading to Charlie and Jo’s apartment.

“What’s it like?” Cas asks softly, startling Dean out of his thoughts.

“Pride?” Dean asks. Cas nods, though his eyes don’t meet Dean’s. “It’s… pretty fuckin’ awesome, actually. The first year I went I thought I’d hate it but there’s something so cool about seeing so many queer people celebrating who they are.”

Charlie and Jo climb in before Cas can respond, so their conversation ends there.

“Cas! I’m so happy you came. What’re you looking for?”

Cas smiles at her shyly and it’s one of the cutest smile Dean’s ever seen. “I’m not sure yet. I’m curious to see what there is.”

Charlie grins. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Their first stop at the nearby mall is H&M. Jo ends up finding her outfit there, so the three of them linger outside the shop while she checks out.

“Pride shop?” Dean asks when Jo finally emerges, chuckling when both girls grin at him.

“Pride shop?” Cas repeats, obviously confused.

Dean chuckles, motioning for Cas to follow them. “Every year around Pride, this shop pops up in the mall that sells all sorts of Pride gear. Pins, flags, all sorts of t-shirts and tank tops and crop tops with Pride-related things on them. It’s awesome, makes it super easy to get everything you need.”

Charlie and Jo wander off into the depths of the shop almost immediately, leaving Dean alone with Cas.

“What’re you getting?” Cas asks quietly, eyes wide as he looks around the shop.

“Hopefully a tank top and a smaller flag. Maybe some pins…” he trails off as he steps into the store, heading for the section of the store with all the bisexual pride stuff.

He hears Cas’s footsteps behind him, so he pauses to glance at his roommate. “You can go look around if you want. Charlie’s probably gonna be looking for a while.”

“You’re bisexual?” Cas asks with a frown, which is definitely not a good sign.

“Yeah. That a problem?” His reply is a bit more acidic than he’d intended.

Cas’s eyes widen as he meets Dean’s gaze. “No! Not at all. I just… didn’t know. I’ve never seen you with anyone and when you mentioned Pride, I guess I’d assumed you were asexual or aromantic. My apologies.”

His entire body relaxes at Cas’s explanation and he waves him off. “Don’t worry about it, man. There’s…” Now or never, he thinks to himself. “There’s someone I’m interested in. Not sure if they’re interested back so I’m kinda… stuck for now.”

Cas hums his understanding, flipping through the racks of clothes. Dean joins him and, after a while, settles on a white tank top with the bi flag on it, as well as a flag and a pin that reads, “how dare you assume I’m heterosexual”. Cas chuckles at the pin when Dean shows it to him and Dean falls for him just a little more.

“Anything you wanna look for?” Dean prompts, draping the tank top and flag over his arm.

Cas shrugs, glancing around the store. “Not really. I kind of just want to… wander.” He glances at Dean, smiling softly. “If that’s alright?”

“Yeah, sure. Like I said, Charlie’s gonna be a while, so we should probably entertain ourselves anyway.”

Cas nods, slipping through the displays as he wanders the room. He mostly just looks, though he examines a few things closer. Mostly pins, but he picks up a few rainbow t-shirts, running his fingers over the flag before setting them back down. He hands Dean a ring he finds that has three hearts, each one colored as one of the bisexual pride colors. Dean smiles to himself, holding it in his other hand with the pin.

Dean nearly knocks Cas over when he suddenly stops in his tracks with a gasp. “Cas? You okay?”

Cas nods slowly, his gaze fixed on something to his left. Dean frowns, following his gaze to the pansexual flag nearby. “I didn’t think they’d have one.” Cas murmurs, brushing his fingers over the fabric reverently.

“You’re pan?”

Cas nods, the corners of his mouth ticking up in a smile.

“They have a whole section of stuff for pansexual pride.” Cas stares at him, dumbstruck. Dean chuckles, grabbing Cas’s hand and pulling him to the back of the store, right into the middle of the pansexual section.

Cas’s eyes grow wide as he looks around, gasping. “This is… so much…” he whispers, fingers brushing over the t-shirts nearby, other hand still clasped in Dean’s. He’s so distracted by Cas’s face right now that he can’t even be excited that he’s basically holding hand with the guy he’s in love with. Cas is so enraptured with the different designs and accessories and he’s so genuinely excited. Cas squeezes Dean’s hand, grinning over at him. “This is amazing.”

Dean grins back. “You should get something, ‘specially if you’re going to Pride with us. A t-shirt or something?”

“Oh, I’m buying more than just one thing. I’ve never seen this much pansexual pride in one place.” He drops Dean’s hand—disappointing, but not unexpected—and flips through the t-shirts on the rack. He giggles softly as he pulls one from the rack, turning it around to show Dean. It’s a yellow panda with blue circles around its eyes and pink ears, surrounded by, “I’m Pan Duh”.

Dean snorts, actually snorts, and he kind of wants to die. Cas must find if funny though; his nose scrunches up and he grins at Dean, nodding to himself as he drapes the shirt over his arm. He also grabs a few pins and a pansexual flag, his grin growing with each addition.

Charlie finds them a few minutes later and all four of them pay for their things. Charlie and Jo are dropped off a little while later at their apartment and Dean and Cas are finally alone.

“So you mentioned you were interested in someone?” Cas asks, fiddling with his shirt.

Dean glances at him quickly, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Why?”

Cas shrugs. “I’m just surprised you don’t go for it. You always seem so confidant.”

Dean chuckles. “Yeah, I usually am. Until feelings get involved, anyway.”

Cas hums and the car falls silent for a minute until he pipes up, voice quiet, “Do I know them?”

“You could say that.” Dean replies with a chuckle, tightening his grip on the wheel momentarily.

Cas frowns but doesn’t continue the conversation.

So in all, he knows Cas is pan, but he’s no closer to figuring out if Cas is interested in him or not.

♥

The next moment he has is that night. They’ve put their purchases away and had dinner. Now they’re both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, arguing over what they’re going to watch. Eventually, they agree on the latest episode of Dr. Sexy, settling in to watch.

About halfway through, Dean looks over to find Cas sound asleep, curled up against the arm of the couch. He looks so peaceful and relaxed and Dean doesn’t have the heart to wake him, so he tucks a blanket around him and lets him sleep while he finishes the episode.

Cas is still sound asleep when Dean turns off the TV, so he shifts over and shakes him gently. “Cas? Hey, wake up.” He hears a sleepy grumble, laughing softly when Cas only burrows farther under the blanket. “C’mon, man, wouldn’t you rather be in your own bed?”

“I’d rather be in your bed.” Cas mutters, but Dean hears it clear as day.

He sucks in a breath, eyes widening. “You… what?”

Cas pulls the blanket tighter around him and Dean can see the exact moment he realizes what he said; he freezes, glancing up at Dean in horror. “Oh my god, I didn’t—I’m so sorry, Dean, I didn’t mean to say that, it just—”

“Did you mean it?” Dean cuts him off, hopeful it wasn’t just some thing the tired part of Cas’s brain made up.

Cas glances up at him, nodding after a second. “I’m sorry, Dean, I didn’t—”

“Whoa, hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He holds out a hand to Cas, smiling reassuringly. “C’mon, stand up.” Cas looks up at him, obviously concerned, but he takes Dean’s hand and stands anyway. Dean grins, resting a hand on Cas’s cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

Cas’s eyes widen but instead of answering, he cups Dean’s face and crushes their lips together. It’s a bit too much teeth and it takes them a minute to get it right but when they do, it’s perfect. He hates to admit it—it’s super cliché—but it’s honestly the best first kiss he’s ever had.

They pull away after a moment and he hears Cas chuckles quietly. “That is… not how I expected today to go.”

Dean hums his agreement, thumb brushing idly over Cas’s cheek. “Me either. I’m glad this is how it went, though.”

Cas closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch with a happy sigh. It’s adorable, frankly, and Dean would be more than content to stay just like this for the rest of… well, eternity. Cas yawns after a moment, smiling up at Dean as he opens his eyes. “I think I’ll head to bed. We should… talk about this in the morning?”

Dean nods, smiling softly as he presses a kiss to Cas’s cheek. “Definitely. G’night.”

Cas waves at him as he turns, heading down the hallway to his room.

♥

The one time that really gets him is during Pride. He knew with it being Cas’s first time there that it’d be special, but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. Cas is bright-eyed and grinning, utterly enraptured by everything going on around him. His hand is clasped in Dean’s—something he’s still not really used to but is so okay with—and every few minutes, he’ll turn to Dean and point something out with a quiet laugh, like he can’t really believe it.

It’s the cutest thing Dean’s ever seen.

This time, there’s nothing stopping him from tugging Cas close and planting a kiss on him, so he does.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years

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Maps 1

AU story. Your relationship with Gabriel wasn’t easy. Gabriel wasn’t the best boyfriend. He’s a bit of a man-whore thrown in with a bad temper. Things shatter but eventually Gabriel has an opportunity to win you back however, he has to deal with your older brothers Sam and Dean. Not to mention all of the drama that the past has created in the future.

A/N and warnings: language and vague emotional abuse

Words: 4,915

“Love the way you lie” Eminem

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“I love the way you lie” Gabriel woke up drenched from head to toe in a cold sweat from yet another nightmare. Sitting up he pulled his knees to his chest trying to calm his pounding heart. Gabriel ran a hand through his soaking golden hair. Hearing your voice in his dreams was almost a shock to his system. Gabriel cursed under his breath. He had been dreaming about you for almost a month and a half now. From going to barely thinking about you, his ex, to dreaming about you every night with raging hard ons his life was beginning to suck. It had been almost 2 years since the last time he had seen you and each passing day was worse, not better!

It didn’t help that whenever he flipped on the morning news he had to see your beautiful face. He would sit like a fool watching you practically drooling.

“She wouldn’t want me back.”

Gabriel said coldly trying to get the near painful erection to go away. It wasn’t a lie and Gabriel knew it. The relationship that he had with you was the the literal definition of hell. He knew that he was the root cause of most of it. From cheating on you whenever the opportunity presented itself to borderline emotional abuse he was far from a good boyfriend. Now his past doings were coming back to haunt him!

He sighed at the thought of how your arguments had left stuff broken and thrown around the house. Not to mention the times the neighbors called the cops because the two of you were so loud. The two of you would argue over anything and everything. It was mostly Gabriel’s cheating. You put up with it at first. However, as the relationship intensified and admissions of “I love you” happened; you didn’t want to look the other way.

“I don’t care if you care if you want to fall in love with a new person every night you are supposed to be in love with me. Stop being a slut Gabriel!”

Gabriel growled slamming his hand down on the mattress. If he would have just kept his pants zipped and came home to you at night everything would have been fine. His golden eyes rolled to your side of the bed. Gabriel hadn’t changed anything in the house since you had left. Hell, some of your clothes still hung in the closet. He couldn't bring himself to throw anything out!

He still remembered the day that he met you. It was not long after one of his first books came out and you were the reporter to interview him for a small newspaper that you had interned for. Right away Gabriel was flirting with you. He was in love with how your cheeks blushed when he made almost sexually explicit comments. You were young and from what he could tell pretty innocent.

After the interview, Gabriel had talked you into going out for a drink which led to him taking you home with him. After a few weeks of dates and passionate sex, you were moving in with him. Gabriel didn’t care in the slightest. In fact, he welcomed the idea. He had the hottest woman in the world and you were all his! Gabriel didn’t need all the slutty chicks he had hanging around anymore! He also didn't care that your older brothers were throwing a fit over their baby sister moving too quickly with a older guy! Screw them...

Looking back, Gabriel knew that you both had moved too fast. He should have done a lot of things differently. Instead of rushing to get his cock inside of you, he should have been wooing you. He should have showed you that he was in love with you. Also stating the obvious, there should have been no affairs PERIOD!!

For the first few months of the relationship, everything was perfect! He got to know your family better. Sam was a lawyer for a successful firm and Gabriel liked him well enough. He was definitely the nicer of the two! Dean on the other hand not so much. He was the stereotypical older brother who thought Gabriel wasn’t good enough. It didn’t help that Dean was seeing Gabriel’s younger brother Castiel.

Dean took his job as an older brother to an extreme that Gabriel hadn't quiet seen before! Sure, he would be protective over Cas if it needed to happen but the last thing that Gabriel was going to do was bash his brother's love interest....at least to his face.

“You’re too old for her”

“I know all about you”

“You’re a pig”

Those were the three sentences Gabriel had heard from Dean more than he wanted too. Gabriel tried to ignore the comments for your sake though. You didn’t need the bickering!

As all things did with Gabriel however, things began to go downhill. Gabriel wasn’t even for sure when it started. He didn’t have a fucking clue! All he knew that bad came flooding like a flash flood after a severe storm. The of of you were arguing and bickering over the smallest things. Like a cup that was left on the counter caused a world war three level argument that went on for three days and left Gabriel sleeping on the couch.

That’s when the affairs began. Gabriel was back to seeing the girls he had fucked before the relationship began. He could see the sadness in your eyes when he went “out for drinks with friends.” You knew exactly where he was going. He knew that you were no fool.

The night everything fell apart you were getting ready to go to a study group with a few of your college friends at a coffee shop. Gabriel didn’t want you to go because he knew a few guys that you had casually dated was going to be there.

“Stay home with me.”

He had asked sweetly hoping his honey sweet tone would keep you in with him. Those stupid college pricks wasn’t getting their hands on what was his. You rolled your eyes as you pulled on a loose black dress that showed too much thigh for Gabriel’s liking.

“Gabriel, I need to study for this literature test not to mention the calculus test for next week. I'll only be gone a few hours.”

“Study is a code word for getting fucked.”

Gabriel grumbled angrily. You spun looking at him with wide eyes.

“What did you just say?”

You asked, obviously. Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re cheating on me.”

You looked at him like he had officially lost his ever loving mind!

“Gabriel you are insane! You are the one going out to see whores at night. Not me.”

Gabriel couldn’t respond to that. He knew if he denied it you would call him a liar. If he told you the truth, he could beg for forgiveness although he wasn’t the begging type.

“Don’t even try to deny it. I saw the images on your computer and all of your ”dating” accounts. I have tried to look the other way because I love you. I thought I could change you and turn you into something you aren’t. I was very wrong. Do you really care about me or just fucking me?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the difference?”

Gabriel knew the response was cold and he shouldn't have said it but he wanted you to be miserable. He wanted you to see how upset he was with the thought of you being around your ex. Instead, your face looked instantly furious.

“It’s over, Gabriel!”

Gabriel’s mouth that hit the floor with that! He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“No! That is not what I want! Sugar, I can change. I just want you.”

You shook her head.

“I said we are done! I can't do this anymore!”

You turned walking from the house. Gabriel followed you, like a lost puppy, pleading the whole way for you to come back.

“Baby seriously it wasn’t you…I know this is me. We have something special you and I. I know you feel it too”

You shook your head as he reached out taking your hand pulling you back into his arms.

“Come on baby. Come back inside. Sleep with me one more night. Let me change your mind….let me show you how much I love you.”

You quickly pulled yourself out of his arms ignoring his golden eyes filling with tears.

“Those crocodile tears aren’t doing shit this time, Gabriel. It’s over.”

Gabriel looked down at the ground sadly. When he looked back up, he had gone into a complete Jekyll and Hyde mode.

“Where are you going to go?”

Gabriel asked smugly. Your friend that you had been sharing an apartment with before had a new roommate. He knew that you didn’t have the money to afford one on your own.

“I’m going home to my brothers.”

Gabriel froze at that. His golden eyes getting dark. Being sweet was getting him nowhere and he didn’t like it. His temper was beginning to show now. Like a snap of ones fingers, he went from boyfriend Gabriel to asshole Gabriel.

“Fine go. You’re right. I don’t want you either. You’re nothing but a spoiled brat, Y/n. I have plenty of girls that can give me everything I want.”

You shook you head. This just proved to you that he would never change. Gabriel would never change!

“Fine.”

The following days were some of the hardest for Gabriel. Immediately he regretted mutually breaking up with you. He had tried non stop to get you to come home to him.

“Please baby. I need you.”

“I’ll let you look through my phone every night.”

“I won’t go anywhere without you. You will know where I am and know I’ll be faithful.”

“Come home, Y/n. Everything I said was a lie.”

On morning 3, Sam and Dean showed up at the door. Gabriel was clearly shocked to see the bigger then humanly necessary Winchester brothers on on his door step.

“We are here to get Y/n's things. Move you little creep!”

Dean said coldly pushing past Gabriel as he began to gather anything of his sister’s he could find. Sam just gave Gabriel a displeased expression. Of the two brothers, Gabriel connected with Sam the easiest. He was an actual nice guy who tried to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Today, however, there was no benefit of the doubt. Today there was cold anger in his eyes.

“Sam, Dean please I need to talk to her.”

Gabriel managed to get out. Sam looked at Dean signaling for him to be quiet.

“Stay away from her, Gabriel. If you keep on bothering Y/n I will be slapping you with a restraining order. She doesn’t want you anymore.”

Gabriel knew at this point tell your brother’s that he loved and need you more than anyone on the earth would be pointless. They wouldn’t care that his depression was going on a downward spiral from the moment you had walked out of his door. If he told them that he was drinking himself to sleep Dean would probably tell him to drink a little more.

“What do you need a liver for anyway?”

As Sam grabbed the last box of stuff he looked back to Gabriel.

“Don’t darken our doorway again.”

Gabriel was pulled from his memory of the worst years of his life when his phone buzzed. He had changed a lot in the last year or so. No longer did he sleep with any woman who showed interest in him. He hadn’t even slept with a woman in a few months. The last girl he tried to date, Kali, turned out to be an epic disaster. Gabriel had called her by your name one night during making love. After that, she wanted nothing to do with him.

That at least gave him time to really work on his career as an author. He had lived comfortably for a while now his career was really taking off. If you were still home, you could have stayed home and maybe…just maybe the two of you could have started a family by now.

“God damn it, I really need to fucking stop.”

Gabriel cursed as he looked at the email from one of his publishers, who was informing him that he had an interview with the news station that you worked for. Gabriel’s heart pounded into over drive when he saw who the interview was with…Y/n Winchester.

In two days Gabriel would see his lover again! He lay back on the bed and turned to the bedside table that held an engagement ring. Gabriel had bought in hopes of smoothing the crumbling relationship over.

“I have to do something….”

Gabriel flipped on the TV and just like always there was your beautiful face delivering a news story. He smiled looking at you with longing eyes,

“Soon baby…”

On the first page of our story

The future seemed so bright

Then this thing turned out so evil

I don’t know why I’m still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes

And you take that to new extremes

But you’ll always be my hero

Even though you’ve lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that’s all right because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that’s all right because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

You looked down at your notebook with a sigh. This was one of the last entries you had made in the diary that you had kept when dating Gabriel. It had been so long since the break up but you still missed him like you did the day you left. Why you missed him you didn’t know. He didn’t deserve a moment of your time, according to Sam and Dean. You knew everything wasn’t Gabriel’s fault. you pushed him too. The fact of the matter was the two of you always knew how to push each others buttons more than anyone in the world.

A small squeak got your attention right away. You looked down to see your and Gabriel’s daughter had started to wake. Your heart pounded as you looked at the baby. When looking at Molly, it was impossible not to think of Gabriel. She looked so much like her father who had no idea that she was in existence. The pang of guilt hit you hard like it always did. You knew that you should have told Gabriel that you was pregnant even though he wouldn’t have cared.

Every time you had came close to calling Gabriel during your pregnancy you would chicken out. Your mind would go to the last conversation,

“Fine go. I don’t want you either. You’re nothing but a spoiled brat Y/n. I have plenty of girls that can give me everything I want.”

If he felt that way why would he want the baby? You knew that he deserved to know but for some reason, you just couldn’t make that call. The original plan was to tell him the night of the break up. Your plan was to come home from the study group and give him the pregnancy test that you had taken a few days before. At that time you were hoping the fact he gotten you pregnant would make Gabriel be faithful. Now you knew it would probably have pushed him further away.

You stood walking to the crib picking your daughter up with a smile.

“Good morning, Molly.”

You said with smile pressing a kiss to the baby’s chubby cheeks. The baby giggled wrapping her hands in her your long curls. You carefully wiggled your hair away so she couldn’t pull. Pulling hair had quickly become Molly's favorite activity. Neither Sam nor yourself stood a chance when Molly got in a hair pulling mood.

“Mama.”

The baby cooed. Molly had been saying simple words for several days. So far she got out “mama” and “dada” which broke your heart! Gabriel should be there hearing his baby ask for him. You knew the day was coming when Molly would ask questions on Gabriel.

“Where is my daddy? Don’t I have one?”

You knew that you would have to tell her the truth eventually. The little girl would deserve it! You would wait until Molly was an adult to tell her everything. You wouldn’t tell the child that her father was a man whore who wouldn’t keep his cock in his pants. The thought of telling her that when she would be an adult sounded awful as well too.

At least Molly had plenty of father figures in her life. Sam and Dean worshiped the ground the baby crawled upon. Cas would do anything the baby could possibly want and Bobby was so into the role of playing grandfather it was precious! It had been Cas that was in the delivery room with your when you gave birth. He was the closest thing to Gabriel that you had.

You knew it was hard for Cas not to tell his brother about his child. Cas however, agreed with you that keeping Molly a secret from Gabriel was a good thing right now.

“Molly doesn’t need to see her father with a new woman every week. You don’t need to see that either. The way Gabe did you was wrong and he knows it. We were raised better than that.”

Cas hadn’t even told their eldest brother Michael about the baby. He acted as though nothing was going on when he met his brothers for coffee from time to time.

A knock on the door pulled your from your thoughts. You looked up as Dean walked in dressed for work. He had been working with Bobby as a mechanic for a few years now and every morning he took Molly to Ellen, who watched her during the day.

“Came to see if Ms. Molly was ready to go to Nanny and Pop pop’s. Still kinda funny seeing Bobby go all mushy over a baby.”

You smiled and began to change Molly into her clothes. Dean watched you for a moment before trying to choose his words.

“Well, today is the day.”

You looked up taking a breath. Dean knew better than anyone that you were a nervous wreck about the interview with Gabriel. You hadn’t seen your ex since the day that you had left him. When you asked to have the interview assigned to another reporter, your boss said no. You knew he had no clue about your “history” with Gabriel and the last thing that you wanted was to let him know about it.

“Yeah, it is.”

Dean frowned.

“Are you going to tell him about Molly?”

You looked up. That had been the thought that was plaguing you for some time. You had a feeling that you would just blurt it out when the two of you started talking. When you were uncomfortable you tended to blurt things out that you really shouldn't.

“I don’t know Dean. I don’t know what I’m going to do... period.”

Dean sighed before taking on his “I am your big brother and I love you” tone.

“Y/n, I know I normally find any excuse to call Gabriel a no good douche bag among other things but I was thinking about our childhood and how dad was with us. He left us wondering so much. It may be a good idea to let him know about Molly. What he does with it after that is up to him. If he ever hurts you or her…I’ll kill him. I just don’t want Molly growing up like us.”

You turned looking at your brother with a pleased smile. This was a huge step for Dean to say something like this! It made you extremely proud of him in the moment!

“You’ve been talking to Sammy haven’t you?”

Dean nodded.

“Yeah…I have. He was right though. Just don’t let that little creep scare you. He’s lucky this interview is now and not when you were knocked up You would have scared the shit out of him. I would have paid money to have been able to see it happen to.”

You smiled before kissing Molly and handing her to Dean.

“It will be okay Dean.”

You said softly. Dean nodded kissing Molly’s head as she grinned up at him. He smiled looking down at the person he loved almost more than anyone in the world. She was the one person that made stuff make sense to him.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He said with a smile before turning and walking from the room without another word.

Meanwhile….

Gabriel stood in his bedroom looking at his appearance. It was almost time to see you again and he was feeling like some 14 year old who was about to go on his first date. He knew he looked straight up awful. Gabriel hadn’t slept much in the two days since he found out he would be seeing you.

“I’ve got to get my shit together.”

He mumbled taking a sip of the whiskey that was sitting on the bedside table. Gabriel’s eyes went again to the drawer that held that engagement ring. Sitting down on the bed he took it out of the box looking down at the diamond ring. Gabriel sighed envisioning the ring on your finger. Here came the foolish feelings again that he had been dealing with over the past few days. Gabriel could see you in a white wedding dress, your hands locked in his, with that loving smile on your face.

“Now is the time to really knock this pansy shit off.”

A few hours later, Gabriel stood in the news studio trying to not make it obvious that he was looking for you. Playing it cool was the thing that he needed to do at the moment. When you finally appeared Gabriel’s heart began to pound. There you were. His beautiful lover was feet away talking to some girl who had to be an assistant of some sort. Gabriel was thankful that you hadn’t changed!

When turned his way, Gabriel could see the apprehension on your face. Great! This is just the opposite of what he wanted! He didn’t want you to look at him like you were scared of him.

“Please baby. Don’t look at me like that. I won’t hurt you again.”

He thought miserably. You finally gave him a tentative smile as you reached him.

“Hello, Gabriel.”

Your voice was like heaven to him. It’s like all of his dreams were coming alive and all he had to do was reach out and grab you.

“Hi Y/n. It’s good to see you. You look so beautiful.”

Your face went red as you looked away from your ex. Damn, you hated to admit it but you were still so in love with him. Although he looked exhausted and like he had been through hell, Gabriel was still sexy! Whenever he had a new book coming out he worked nonstop until it was done. So looking exhausted was no shock to her. There had been many nights that you had to force him away from his computer to go to bed.

You had to look away from his amber eyes and look elsewhere. It didn’t help that she looked to his hips. Mentally cursing when you realized that he was wearing those tight jeans that made his ass perfect.

You finally knew that it was time to get your head in the game. Drooling over Gabriel was going to get you nowhere. Soon enough Gabriel would pick up on what you were doing and it would all be over.

“We’ll be in this room over here.”

The next hour went pretty smooth. You kept your eyes on your paper trying to be as professional as possible. Getting done early, the two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence. Gabriel finally looked up having enough.

“How have you been, sugar?”

Your emerald eyes rolled up.

“Gabriel, please don’t do this.”

Gabriel sighed. He hated seeing that pain in your eyes. Gabriel was no fool. He knew you was replaying the last fight in your head.

“Y/n, there is so many things I have wanted to say to you.”

You pressed your lips together. This was what you was dreading! Your mind went instantly to Molly as your looked at Gabriel’s annoyed expression. That was the same look Molly would give you when she was frustrated.

“Gabriel, that ship had sailed.”

Gabriel sighed frustrated.

“Y/n, I’m not asking you to get in bed with me.”

You nodded.

“I know. Gabriel, I need to tell you something.”

Gabriel ran a hand through his golden locks.

“What?”

You took a breath. It was now or never. He deserved to know!

“Gabriel, when I left…when I left I was pregnant.”

You were almost afraid to look at his face. It took almost all the bravery that had to look up at him. Gabriel was frozen. He looked at you with a face full of shock.

“We have a baby? WE have a baby and you didn’t tell me?! What the hell, Y/n?!”

You swallowed. This was the reaction that you didn’t expect. You honestly expected him to blow it off like it was nothing. Instead, his amber eyes looked a mixture of heart broken and furious.

“Yes, we do. I didn’t tell you because I assumed you wouldn’t care. Think about it Gabriel how do you think I felt? You told me that you didn’t want me. Why would you want our baby? There is also the way you are. Do you think I would want our child growing up around all of your whores?”

Gabriel sighed. He put his face in his hands before looking back up at you.

“You have a fair point there. Y/n, you should know something though. I haven’t been with anyone in months. I know that’s hard for you to believe but I haven’t. You’re the only woman I have been craving. I did you wrong and you didn’t deserve it. Our baby…what is it?”

You pushed the thoughts of the relationship from your mind.

“A girl. Her name is Molly.”

You quickly took your phone out and flipping to the photo section before handing the phone across the table to Gabriel. You watched his expression carefully. Gabriel instantly smiled as he looked through the pictures.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

You asked softly. Gabriel smiled letting his finger trace over his daughter’s round face. Never in a million years did Gabriel even plan on having children. One thing he always prided himself on was being careful with his various lovers. He made sure never to risk knocking them up. You was the only girl he never used protection with. It always seemed he was in a huge rush to get inside of you that he never once considered putting on a condom. He liked the feeling of your wet body milking him for everything he was worth. In the moment that was another thing, he considered telling you. He wanted you to know that he never let someone touch him that way. That was just you.

“She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Y/n, I don’t know what to say. I hate that you even had the thought I wouldn’t care. Sugar, I would have been there for it all.”

He knew you probably didn’t believe him but it needed to come out. You took a deep breath.

“Gabriel, if you want to be a part of her life I won’t stop you.”

He nodded.

“Yes, I want to be a part of her life…and yours…the way we should have been.”

You swallowed looking away.

“Gabriel, I’m not ready to talk about that.”

Gabriel looked down like a sad child nodding.

“I really want to see my baby.”

You walked out of the news studio beside Gabriel. Neither had really said anything since you had shot down his advance of another go at their relationship. Gabriel walked you to your car.

“Do you want me to just follow you to Dean’s?”

You nodded as Gabriel reached out cupping your cheek. You felt your body instantly began to get wet just at the skin on skin contact.

“Gabriel…no.”

He sighed.

“Can’t blame me for trying. See you soon.”

Once in the car, you fought the urge to cry as you watched Gabriel walk to his new Dodge Challenger. You smirked at the thought of how hot he looked in that car but her heart ached watching him walk away. He was so willing to take you back. You could easily tell him that you would go back to being his and he would be happy as a clam.

“This is going to be interesting...”

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