#her home is leaning against cas in the back seat of the impala after a night hunt as dean sings the words to ramble on as they drive

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Hunteri Heroici: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

With Sam and Dean waiting by the car, you need to be quick so that you can get on the road. Castiel has Joanna, so you're not worried about a two-year-old running through the store and touching whatever she can get her hands on. She is officially potty training! You have to get her a portable toilet so you can train her while on the road. You still don't have a home base, so this is going to have to do.

After picking out the one you wanted, you pass by some bottles and extra nipples that you need since yours seemed to disappear after Joanna stopped using bottles. You grab a few of those before heading over to the cashier. After paying for them, you carry everything out of the store in bags except for the portable toilet. That's too big to fit in a bag.

Sam and Dean are across the street at the gas station, but you don't mind the walk. You need the exercise, even if it's for a little bit. Sam is talking on the phone with Ms. Tran while Dean is filling up his car. Castiel is holding Joanna as she tells him a story, and he's listening to her every word.

"Why did he do that?" he asks her.

"I dunno," she shrugs and goes back to storytelling.

Dean finishes filling up when he notices you trudging over with the stuff in your hands. He rushes over to you and grabs everything you're holding so he can put them in the trunk.

"I don't know why you didn't let me do this," he grumbles.

"I'm pregnant, not disabled. I can handle it."

You walk over to Joanna and Castiel, and you hold your arms out to signal to the angel that you need to put her in her car seat. He whispers something to her that causes her to giggle, and he hands her over to you. You open the back door of the Impala and strap her into her car seat. You kiss her head and shut the door once she isn't going anywhere.

"Right, yeah. No, just call us whenever you find something," Sam says to Ms. Tran.

Before she can talk his ear off, Sam quickly hangs up on her, glad that he doesn't have to talk to her. Ms. Tran is amazing, but she can be a handful sometimes.

"What's going on in Tran-land?" Dean jokes.

"Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin's having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet. So far, it's bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up Hell."

"Garth has a safe-houseboat?"

"Dude, I don't even ask questions anymore."

"What's the word, Cas?"

"It's a shortened version of my name."

"Yes, it is. I meant what's the word on the Word? Any tablet chatter on angel radio?" Dean sighs.

"Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off."

"You can do that?" you ask and lean against the side of the car.

"Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No, that's--we're good. Why'd you flip the switch?" Dean asks with a shake of his head.

"Because it's a direct link to Heaven, and I don't want anything to do with that place... not anymore."

"So, what now? Move to Vermont and open up a charming B&B?"

You and Sam smile at his joke, but Castiel isn't so amused.

"No. I still want--need--to help people. So... I'm gonna become a hunter," he smiles widely. "I could be your fourth wheel."

"You know that's not a good thing, right?" Dean says.

"Of course it is. A fourth wheel adds extra grip and greater stability. I even found a case in Oklahoma City. A man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?"

"He's got a point," Sam shrugs.

"Excellent. I'll see you there."

He turns to teleport there, but Dean quickly stops him before he can go.

"Wait, Cas! If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine, but you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around shit. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I capiche." Dean and Sam nod in agreement and move to the front of the car when Castiel tries to wiggle his way to the front seat. "Can I at least ride in the front seat?"

"No," both Sam and Dean say at the same time.

"Come on, Castiel. The back seat is way more fun," you wink at him and guide him to sit next to Joanna.

Once you're all inside, you think about how you're going to shuttle around three kids alongside three grown adults. You might have to think about getting a different car, and you know that's not going to go over well with Dean. The entire car ride is silent, which is what Joanna needs to take a nap all the way to the morgue to see a guy, Gary Freleng, whose heart leaped out of his chest.

Joanna isn't cranky, you're fed, and the entire team is ready to tackle this case for what it is. The detective on the case greets you with a smile and brings you to the back, not caring that there is a little girl attached to Dean's hip. She minds her own business as long as you figure out what is going on in her town.

"The coroner said his heart was ejected from his body. It got some air, too. We found it in a sandbox."

"Any idea what happened, Detective?" Sam asks.

"A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash, an assload of drugs."

"There are no narcotics in that man's system. His molecules are all wrong," Castiel mutters to you and Dean, speaking softly so the detective doesn't hear.

"But you don't think that?" Sam asks the detective.

"I've never seen something do this."

She pulls back the cloth to reveal a cookie-cutter heart-shaped hole in Gary's chest where his heart should have been.

"Who called this in?" you ask.

"A friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing." Her phone rings, and she sighs when she sees whose it is. "Ah, crap. I have to take this. Here's everything we got." She hands over the file to Dean and begins to leave. "Knock yourself out."

"Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call," Dean hands over his card.

"Whatever you say, Scully," she chuckles. She answers her phone as she leaves the office. "Detective Glass. On my way."

Dean opens the file as Castiel stands closer to the body. He leans down and starts sniffing the dead guy.

"I can't sense any EMF or sulfur. Mr. Freleng's arterial health is excellent. He did recently suffer from a," he sniffs the body once more, more towards the lower region of the body, "mild bladder infection."

"Cas, stop smelling the dead guy," Dean says, already done with him.

"Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can--"

"Did you know he was having an affair?" Sam says, holding Gary's file.

"What?"

"According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45 and walk to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad with dressing on the side. They would chat about everything, and she'd be back on the road by 1:30."

"You don't think she's telling the truth?"

"That's too much detail. It sounds rehearsed. Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town. It's attached to the Moonlight motel," you state.

"Okay, let's say that Gary is on the prowl but he's playing it safe because," Dean lifts his hand to reveal a wedding ring on Gary's left hand, "he's married. He doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a motel. He stashes his car at the park across the street and meets Olivia there. His wife probably found out about it, and it broke her heart."

"So, she breaks his. It sounds witchy."

"Yes, it does. The guy was living a lie and it came back to bite him in the ticker. But nice job on the bladder infection," Dean pats Castiel on the shoulder and walks out of the medical examiner's office with his brother.

"Becoming a hunter isn't going to happen overnight, Castiel. You have to look at more than just physical evidence. It's all about body language and outside clues that will help paint a picture of what could be going on. Understand?"

"Yeah."

You four head over to Gary's house to talk to his wife because Sam believes that she may be a witch trying to kill him. Upon first glance at her, you don't see anything more than a grieving widow. There are many ways you can go about this, but it seems like Castiel has enough training for an interrogation.

"I--I don't understand," she stutters with tears in her eyes, "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI be investigating this?"

"The parks are government property. We just got a few questions for you," Dean says simply.

"I'll, uh... I'll handle this. I've done the research. I can crack her," Castiel mutters to you and the brothers. You raise your eyebrows but let him do his thing because you're kind of curious to see how this will play out. "Now, Ms. Freleng, I don't want to bother you. I--I really don't, but I--I do have just one question for you." He grows angry and slams his hand on the table, scaring her. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

"Agent Stills. A word, please," Dean sighs.

You want to laugh at this, but for the wife's sake, you don't. Dean takes Castiel off to the side, and you quickly take a seat across from her. You grab her hand as a sign of comfort, but really, you're using her magic to take away some of her pain. She sobs at the harshness of Castiel but calms down a bit at the softness of you.

"I can't imagine what you're going through, but just know that your husband loved you very much. I know this is a hard time."

"Yeah," she sniffles, pulling her hand away.

"I'm really sorry about my partner, but what he was trying to say is if Gary had any secrets? Maybe something he was hiding?"

"Like what?" she sniffles.

There is a knock at the front door, and Olivia, the mistress walks in with a casserole in her hand.

"Deb?" she asks with tears in her eyes.

"Olivia."

Mrs. Freleng gets up and hugs the mistress. She must not know of her betrayal if she is welcoming her in like this.

"Are you okay?"

"As in mistress Olivia?" Dean whispers to you and Sam.

"This is awkward," Castiel nods.

"I'm sorry. What did you think Gary was hiding?" Deborah asks with her arm around Olivia.

"That he was sleeping with her," Castiel says before you and the brothers could say anything.

"I know," Deborah sighs.

"You know?"

"Gary and I... had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia, and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

"I'll put this in the kitchen," Olivia says, desperate to get away.

Deborah agrees and decides to help her to gain some distance from you and the brothers, and once they are out of sight, you turn to the brothers with a confused look.

"So, she's not a witch," Castiel deduced.

"Just the best wife ever," Dean chuckles.

"Oh really?" you ask and cross your arms defiantly. "If you feel that way, maybe you'd be okay if I slept with Sam again? Maybe Castiel and I can give it a go. How do you feel about that?" Dean immediately shuts up, and you nod knowingly. "That's what I thought."

You roll your eyes and motion for your daughter to come to you. Sam lets her down and she runs over to you, and you grab her hand.

"Come on, let's leave Daddy alone right now."

You look behind you and shake your head as you and Joanna walk to the car. Dean sighs and he turns to his friend and his brother, shrugging.

"If she didn't kill her husband, then who or what did?" No one has a chance to answer when Dean's phone rings. "Hello? ... Another one? ... We're on our way. Thanks." He hangs up with a sigh. "We got another one, boys."

You've finished strapping Joanna in when the men walk out of Gary's house. With one look to your husband's face, you know that there is another death. They know where they're going, so you're only in it for the ride. A man had jumped to his death off a really tall building, but there is a catch that the detective didn't want to tell Dean over the phone. Whatever it is, you're here to figure out what is going on.

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[cowboyslikedean]

i like the impala for the same reason i like the idea of dean giving claire the old leather jacket. it’s about putting all the once broken pieces together into a home with just love and trust and no weight to pass down onto anyone’s shoulders with them.

#it’s the mutual healing of it all #like i think Claire rides a fuck off motorcycle instead of driving a car and it’s almost impractical with how much she has to strap to it #but she likes the ease #and dean doesn’t get it because he’s always had the need for a car to have a roof and space and four wheels #he’s always needed it to be a home #and claire doesn’t need that because her home is Jody and donnas. her home is wherever kaia is. #her home is patience and alex and bickering at 2am #her home is a room in the bunker that she can leave a hairband in for months and come back to find it bc she’s the only one who uses it #her home is leaning against cas in the back seat of the impala after a night hunt as dean sings the words to ramble on as they drive #her home is finding all the little scraps of paper dean left in the pockets of his old leather jacket #tiny doodles and jokes and songs he heard on the radio and wants to remember #her home is rolling her eyes and calling them both old men as she and kaia beat them at pool #and it’s that generational healing that I love the idea of. the fact that peace can be passed down through healing yourself and piecing #your life back together with love in the cracks #sorry im soft #i do get why u might rather just wipe it all clean tho i do get that that’s also valid #and honestly i wouldn’t mind that either im not gonna die on a hill for the car #but currently in my head #i think he keeps it on the side #and i don’t think he stays obsessed with the car #I think it becomes more of a hobby than a compulsion #he shows jack and all the girls how to take care of an old car with it #there’s still so much comfort in its leather seats but he doesn’t need it to survive anymore #he’s now just more concerned with sharing it around #lucys ramblings #and there’s no anger at spilt cokes on the back seat #and when one of the kids takes a corner too fast the only concern is for the kid not the scratched paint #because the impala isn’t his whole life or his whole home or an embodiment of what he needs to be anymore #it’s just a vehicle to share his love

[scones-and-texting-and-murder]

Bookends

(This story was originally written for and published in the DeanCas Anthology back in 2018. )

Word Count: 2223 Rating: General ao3 link

Cas pulls as close to the door as he can, checking the rearview mirror to make sure he isn’t blocking traffic as he waits for Dean to get out of the car. Before heading inside, Dean ducks his head back in to smile at him. “I’ll get us some coffee.”

Instead of driving away, Cas stays there, watching until Dean pulls open the diner door. Leaning heavily on his cane, he shuffles more than walks, his bow-legged gait made stiff by the arthritis that wracks his joints. Cas waits until he’s safely inside, then pulls past the open handicapped space Dean stubbornly refuses to use, and finds an empty parking spot.

Cas’s car is boxy and utilitarian, and Dean often proclaims that he wouldn’t be caught dead behind the wheel of something so ugly. Cas plays along because giving up driving had been Dean’s toughest concession to age, but as his vision deteriorated and his reflexes slowed, it had become an unavoidable sacrifice. With replacement parts for the Impala harder and harder to come by, Dean had finally agreed to keep her stored safely away in their garage. Cas knew it pained him to see her shrouded under a tarp, her motor idle and useless, but Dean would rather enshrine her in pristine condition than risk one more run-in with a light pole or curb.

With his ugly car parked, Cas crosses the lot to join Dean inside. While he’s aged as well, aged to the point that nobody questions the two of them together, he’s been spared many of the maladies that Dean’s combat-wrecked body has endured, and he moves with relative ease. The best they can figure is that the grace he’d had on and off over the years left his body with a certain resilience to the passage of time. Cas can’t cure Dean as he once could, can’t ease the aches or slow the aging process, but he can use his own comparatively good health and mobility to take care of him.

Inside, Cas navigates past the hostess stand to find Dean at their usual booth, chatting with their usual waitress. The two of them go to this diner religiously each Sunday morning, where the pews are scuffed burgundy vinyl booths and the altar is the breakfast buffet with the generous senior discount. As always, Dean has maneuvered himself across the bench seat to make room for Cas to sit beside him. His cane rests against the wall in easy reach, the simple carved wooden handle belying the fact that the base unscrews to reveal a bayonet-like tip. It’s never been wielded as a weapon (although Dean uses it, still sheathed, to poke at aggressive pigeons who muscle in around their favorite park bench), but that potential made it “badass” enough to overcome Dean’s resistance to using it.

To Sam’s everlasting chagrin, Dean has kept all of his hair, and it’s turned a stunning silver. The crinkles around his eyes have deepened, meeting the roadmap of lines that cross his face. His shoulders are stooped, his joints are stiff, and Cas thinks he’s never been more beautiful. After so many seemingly certain ends, so many years assuming Dean would die young and bloodied, the fact that he’s living out a full, lengthy life is an unparallelled blessing. Cas marvels at the gift of days that have unfolded into decades, granting them time he never dreamed they’d have together here on earth.

As Cas settles into the booth, he smiles and greets their waitress.

“Two for the buffet?” she confirms as she pours their coffee. Cas doesn’t even have to check to know that she’ll leave Dean’s at a little more than half-full so he can lift it without the tremor in his hands sloshing it over the brim.

They drink their coffee quietly, simply enjoying the ritual of being here. Dean peers at the laminated card that lists the specials, even though he never orders off the menu.

“Shall I?” When Dean nods, Cas gets to his feet. “Any requests?”

“You know what I like,” Dean says, leaning over to swat at Cas’s butt.

Picking up two plates from the warmer, Cas slides them along the metal counter, filling them in tandem as he traverses the buffet. Pancakes are too difficult for Dean to get on a fork, but the crisp waffles are good. Bacon he can pick up and eat, and Cas uses the tongs to place precisely two strips on his plate. If Dean wants more, he can get up and get it himself.

Dean can argue with Cas’s choices, but they’d had a hell of a scare a few years back. Cas will never forget the look on Dean’s face when their phone rang in the middle of the night, alerting them that Sam had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance. They’d rushed there themselves, Cas driving in silence, knowing that nothing short of seeing Sam with his own two eyes could reassure Dean. Thankfully, it had been a mild heart attack and, after spending a few days in the hospital, the discharge plan called for cardiac rehab and an appointment with a nutritionist. With Sam’s release imminent, Dean had relaxed enough to crow at the irony. “Don’t either of you try to tell me what to eat ever again. Mr. Organic Produce is the one lying in the hospital bed while my pork-rind-fueled ticker is going strong.”

Still pale, Sam’s brow furrowed with resignation. “I’m beginning to think you can’t die.”

Dean jabbed a finger in his direction. “You don’t get to go first. We have a deal.”

“Yes, sir.” Sam lifted the hand without the IV in a mock salute.

“That’s more like it,” Dean said. “Speaking of which, I need a snack.”

Cas helped him up and they walked to the elevator that would take them to the cafeteria. As they waited for it to arrive, Dean pulled Cas into a hug. Cas left a hand on his shoulder when they stepped apart again. “All right?”

Dean nodded, his green eyes shining with tears. “I’m glad you’re here.” Cas started to respond, to remind him that there was nowhere else he would be, but Dean cut him off. “I know you know. But I wanted to say it anyhow.”

Cas noticed a change after that. Dean was still the same stubborn mule Cas had fallen in love with, but he gradually became more willing to let Cas help. And somehow, Cas loved him even more for it. He loved seeing the slow-blossoming acceptance that came when Dean stopped seeing Cas’s help as a sign of weakness.

Now, standing in front of the steaming trays of food, Cas considers what else to add to their plates. He bypasses the cauldron of oatmeal (they eat that at home most mornings) and continues along the buffet. There’s a tremendous satisfaction in being allowed to care for this man who has done so much for so many and asked for so little in return. In fact, Dean has now embraced this new role so fully—no longer questioning what he deserves, or grudgingly accepting help, but full-on enjoyment of being doted on—that Cas has to be careful he doesn’t get lazy. There’s nothing Cas would rather do than settle Dean in front of a sunny window, snug in the recliner for Cas to wait on like a pampered cat, but he knows that sort of inactivity would do Dean’s joints and his heart no favors. So he watches Dean’s diet and insists on them taking slow walks after breakfast when his energy is highest.

Their neighborhood is a mix of young and old and everyone knows the two Mr. Winchesters who circle the block on days when the weather permits. The kids on bikes and scooters know to give them a wide berth, their parents warning them that the old men need the entire sidewalk, but they call out their hellos as they go by. They’re friendly with everyone except the woman who lives on the corner. Dean is convinced she’s a demon, but Cas suspects his distrust of her stems more from the fact that she seems immune to his charm. (Whatever the reason, he’s had to talk Dean out of chalking a devil’s trap inside her mailbox more than once.) They chat with their neighbors about the weather and the score of last night’s ballgame, and it’s so painfully normal that Cas sometimes feels his throat tighten up at the wonder of it all.

When Cas returns to their booth, Dean examines his plate. “They outta bacon?”

Cas cuts the waffle into manageable pieces and peels the wrapper from the muffin before sliding Dean’s plate over. “You know the deal.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean says. “You just like to look at my ass when I get up.”

They eat in congenial silence with Dean methodically working his way around his plate, eating everything heartily, even the fruit. Sitting next to him, Cas can easily scoop up any bites that miss his mouth, plucking them from Dean’s lap or his shirt.

“You two good?” The waitress asks when she comes to refill their coffees. “Need anything?”

Dean swallows the bite of muffin he’s working on, and rests his hand on top of Cas’s. “I’ve got everything I need right here. An actual angel, this one.”

She nods agreeably. “I can almost see his halo.”

Cas has learned that an old man can say just about anything and receive an indulgent smile in return. When Dean references angels or demons or the apocalypse, people assume he’s speaking in metaphor and they’ll nod pleasantly. Sometimes he’ll do it purely for effect, telling rambling tales from their past for the sheer enjoyment of being able to speak openly. He can’t always keep the details straight, but Cas is there to remind him. Some days, though, he seems to lose where he is in time, and there’s nothing Cas can do for that. Cas has taken to keeping a watchful eye on him in the late afternoons when he likes to doze on the couch with their one-eyed black cat curled up on his chest. Cas stays close in case he wakes from his nap agitated, calling for Cas, wanting to know where Sam is. Cas helps him to sit up as the cat springs down and scurries away.

“Don’t go,” he says again and again, and Cas takes him in his arms, assuring Dean that he’s here and reminding him that Sam is safe at his own home. He holds him until Dean shakily dismisses it all as just a bad dream.

The unfairness of it overwhelms Cas, and each time he’s left filled with wrath. These final years should be spent in well-earned peace, but instead Dean seems cursed with reliving his most frightening memories, traumatized anew by old, familiar fears. If Dean’s mind is destined to slip, why can’t it be toward blissful forgetting? What Dean has endured goes beyond what any human should; to ask him to bear it again is nothing short of cruel. But it’s a torture chamber created in his own mind, and all Cas can do is sit helplessly by, doing his best to ground Dean and bring him back to the present.

Cas looks at Dean’s empty plate. “Did you want to get some more?”

“Nah.” He’s full and happy and it’s time for their walk.

The waitress arrives to clear their plates. As he does every week, Dean asks if she needs to see his ID for the senior discount. As she does every week, she pretends to consider it before leaving the check. “You boys take your time.”

“Tip her well,” Dean says, leaning in to supervise Cas as he signs the bill.

“I always do,” Cas assures him.

When they’re ready to leave, Cas stands next to the banquette, waiting for Dean to retrieve his cane and slide himself to the edge. Using a combination of the cane and Cas’s extended arm, Dean hoists himself upright, groaning a little. Cas keeps a firm hold on him until he’s steady on his feet. Dean still dresses in layers, but these days it’s because he gets chilled easily. He favors heavy knit cardigans and as long as Cas gets the zipper started for him he can tug it up or down as needed. Cas checks him for crumbs then together they walk through the other tables crowded with families. They continue by the hostess station where a woman is wiping down menus. “See you next week,” she calls as they pass.

Cas steps forward to push open the door, and stands holding it. “Watch your step,” he says as he always does, pointing toward the raised metal threshold of the doorway.

Using his cane to steady himself, Dean shuffles his way over it, then stops to lay his hand on Cas’s cheek. His knuckles are gnarled, the skin of his palm is dry and warm, and Cas feels the same flare of awe go through him as he has since the moment he first found this glorious soul in the depths of hell.

“I am the luckiest man who has ever lived,” Dean says.

Cas kisses his palm, then takes his arm to help him on his way.

#deancas #destiel #my writing #growing old together #this came well before the finale #but it feels like a fix it fic nonetheless

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of suicidal thoughts

Chapter 8-

Then...

You thought back to one of the last fights Sam had with Dad... God, looking back on it, it was so stupid.

After months of trying to find John Winchester, you had finally gotten him back, you were all finally back together again. He was still hunting the yellow eyed demon, but you were together and you were actually working a case as a family.

You had spent years wanting to be a family again. After Sam left for college, things weren't the same anymore.

"Vampires nest in a group of about 8 to 10. Victims are kept in the nest and the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks. I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple." You said as you continued to read the information in the book your father had given you. 

Sitting in the back of the Impala, you leant forward and handed the book over to Dean who for once wasn’t driving. 

"That's probably Dad's thinking. Course, it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks." Sam grumbled, staring at the road as he drove.

"So it is starting." Dean sighed.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Sam, we've been looking for Dad all year. Now we're with him a couple of hours and there's static already?" Dean replied causing Sam to scoff and shake his head.

"No. Look, I'm happy he's okay, alright. And I'm happy we're all working together again-"

"Well, good." Dean said, cutting him off knowing there was going to be a 'but' in Sam's response and he didn't want to hear it. Neither did you.

You were all finally together again, you didn't want them to fight.

"It's just the way he treats us like we're children. He barks orders at us, Dean. He expects us to follow them without question. He keeps us on some need-to-know deal. Y/N, you agree with me right?" Sam asked looking at you through the revision mirror as you shook your head.

"Dad does what he does for a reason. Doesn't mean I agree with everything, because I sure as hell don't.... but, it's Dad! He has his reasons." You answered truthfully and Sam just rolled his eyes.

"What reasons?" He asked and you opened your mouth to answer, but Dean bet you to it.

"Our job. There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error. It's just the way the old man runs things." 

"Well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, alright? Not after everything the three of us have been through." Sam argued glancing at the both of you as Dean shook his head before he continued to read the book.

The three of you drove in silence after that while music played softly in the background.

It was dark by the time Dean's phone started to ring and you were bored out of your mind in the back seat

"Pull over by the next exit." Dean suddenly said once he hung up the phone.

"Why?" You asked curiously, leaning forward between the two of them with your forearms resting against their seat.

"Dad thinks he found the vampire trail."

"How?" Sam questioned in shock.

"I don't know, he didn't say." Dean answered and not a second later Sam slammed his foot down on the gas.

You quickly grabbed onto the back of their seat to stop yourself from flying backwards. Sam sped past your fathers truck and before you could even open your mouth to ask what he was doing; the next thing you knew Sam slammed on the breaks.

The tyres of the Impala screeched as he stopped in the middle of the road causing your Dad to stop right behind you in his truck.

"Sam, what the hell?" You exclaimed, but he didn't answer, he was already out the car and marching towards Dads truck. Oh shit.

"Ah, crap. Here we go." You heard Dean mutter under his breath before the two of you sprung out the car.

"What the hell was that?" Your dad questioned, slamming his truck door shut and walking towards Sam.

"We need to talk." Your brother responded sternly as you and Dean rushed around to their side, knowing this was not going to end well.

"About what?" Dad asked, taking a step forward until they were toe to toe.

"About everything. Where are we going Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?"

"Sammy, come on. We can Q and A after we kill all the vampires." Dean spoke up, trying to end this before it got worse.

"Your brother's right, we don't have time for this." Dad stated, but Sam shook his head.

"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together. Now out of the blue you need our help. Obviously something big is going down and we wanna know what." Sam argued, his voice raised a little too much for your liking.

"Enough. Let's just go. Please." You begged, grabbing Sam's shoulder but he just shrugged your hand off.

"Listen to her. Get back in the car." Your Dad ordered.

"No." Sam shook his head.

"I said, get back in the damn car."

"Yeah, and I said no." Sam responded, not backing down.

"Alright, you made your point, tough guy. Look, we're all tired, we can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it. C'mon." Dean instructed, grabbing Sam's shoulder and pushing him back towards the car.

To your relief Sam didn't fight back and followed Dean back to the car.

"This is why I left in the first place." Sam muttered under his breath as he opened the door to the Impala, but froze when your Dad started talking.

"What'd you say?"

"You heard me." Sam snapped, turning back towards Dad who took a few steps towards the three of you.

"Yeah, you left. Your brother, sister and I, we needed you. You walked away, Sam. You walked away!" Dad yelled, grabbing the front of Sam's shirt and pushing him back.

"Stop it, please. Can we not argue for one damn minute?!" You shouted, but it just fell on deaf ears.

"You were the one who said, 'Don't come back.' Dad. You're the one who closed that door, not me. You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!" Sam yelled pushing Dad back before Dean quickly got between them.

"Stop it. Stop it. That's enough!" Dean ordered, breaking the two of them a part as he pushed Sam back before he turned towards Dad. "That means you too." He added.

For a second you weren't entirely sure if the fighting was over, but then Dad turned around and stomped back to his truck and Sam climbed back into the Impala, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Terrific." Dean mumbled, shaking his head as you remained where you were standing, glancing between the two cars.

"Hey." Dean suddenly said, his voice gentle as he grabbed your shoulder and you looked over at your big brother who smiled sadly at you.

You thought back to all the times Sam and Dad would argue back home, all the times you spend hiding in your room listening to them shouting at each other. You remembered Dean always finding you and telling you that everything would be okay, but you knew it wasn't going to be... and then one day Sammy just left for college and your Dad wasn't the same since. Nothing was the same since.

"It's going to be okay. They'll figure their shit out, c'mon." Dean reassured, wrapping his arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked back to the Impala.

-

Now...

"Rick." Daryl called out, jogging down the front steps of the house, spotting the other man talking to Morgan. "I need to talk to ya." He said, glancing over at Morgan who seemed to take the hint and said something to Rick that he couldn't quite hear before the man began to walk off as Rick walked towards him.

"Everything alright?" Rick asked, hesitantly, clearly realising that something was wrong and Daryl just nodded as he began to bite his thumb nail. "Is it Y/N? Is she okay?" Rick quickly questioned.

"Ya know Y/N fairly well, right?" Daryl asked, his voice muffled slightly while he still chewed his thumb nail and Rick nodded.

"Known her since I first started as a Deputy. First week on the job and a pack of vampires came to King County. Y/N, Sam and Dean showed up, saved my families life, hell, they saved the whole town. Ever since then I've kept in contact with the Winchesters, let them know of any cases around the area. I still can't believe we never figured out that we both knew her." Rick responded, chuckling in disbelief and Daryl nodded in agreement. He didn't even realise that Rick knew about the Supernatural, let alone the Winchesters. It really was a small world.

"Has Y/N ever... Has she ever tried to..." Daryl trailed off trying to figure out how to word it. 

It looked like Y/N was going to kill herself before he and Aaron found her in the woods.. For as long as he'd known her, he'd never even heard her say anything remotely related to suicide and seeing her with that gun to her head had scared him more than anything. 

"Has she ever tried to hurt herself or-" He began to ask before Rick cut him off.

"Kill herself?" Rick asked and Daryl just nodded. He hated talking about her like this, but Rick knew her, he knew and he needed to know.

"Yeah. When her father died, I bumped into her and the brothers a few weeks after it happened... I've never seen her like that before, she was broken. John Winchester was her hero, I never met the guy, but she always talked highly of him. Wait, do you think..." Rick trailed off his eyes locking with Daryl's and the man nodded.

"When Aaron 'n I found her, she had a damn gun to her head." Daryl muttered, rubbing his face with his hands. "I don't know how to help her... Sam, Dean, Cas, Jack... they were her family 'n ya know how important family is to the Winchesters. Y/N's tryin' to pretend that everything is fine, but it ain't."

"Shit." Rick sighed, his face falling as he glanced back towards the house trying to figure out what to do. "Just be with her, man. She'll talk to you about it when she's ready, but if you think she'll try to do it again, tell me. I won't let that happen." Rick responded and Daryl nodded, hating that he couldn't do anything to help her as Rick grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it gently before Daryl walked back in the house.

He walked inside and up the stairs, past the bathroom towards his room, but froze when he heard muffled crying coming from inside. He quickly backtracked until he was standing beside the door as he listened, hoping he was just hearing things, but he wasn't.

"Y/N?" He called out, knocking on the door, but she didn't answer causing him to panic as he opened the door and rushed inside, instantly spotting Y/N curled up on the floor of the shower crying and Daryl's heart broke.

He had never seen her cry like this, he had never seen her like this before. She was always so tough, so brave, always the strong one helping people, but now... Shaking his head, quickly closed the bathroom door, and opened the shower door as he stared at her naked body curled up.

"Y/N? Hey, angel, can ya hear me?" He asked, but she didn't respond as he leant over and turned the water off as he dropped to his knees, not caring that water was seeping into his pants as he hesitantly grabbed her shoulder trying to get her attention, but she didn't respond.

He quickly stood up, grabbing the towel as he walked back into the shower and gently lifted her up. Wrapping her body with the towel as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he placed a gently kiss to her forehead. 

He carried her to his bedroom, walking past Carol who was coming up the stairs, but froze when she saw the two of them.

He knew Rick had told everyone about Y/N, how she was an old friend of his and Daryl's girlfriend, but they had agreed not to tell anyone about the Supernatural side of things. At least not yet anyway.

"I'll go her some fresh clothes." Carol said softly, smiling sadly at the two of them.

Daryl nodded his thanks, relieved that she wasn't asking questions as he walked into his room and gently laid her down on his bed. She wasn't crying anymore and Daryl sighed with relief realising that she was asleep.

-

You woke up the following morning in confusion. You were lying in a soft bed and now in fresh clean clothes which did not make any sense. The last thing you remembered was having a shower, but after that everything was just foggy.

You weren't sure how much time had passed since then, but by the way the sunrays were shining through the window it had definitely been a few hours.

Slowly, you sat yourself up and glanced around the room trying to figure out where you were before your eyes landed on a very familiar angel winged vest thrown over a chair by a wooden desk in the corner of the room.

The small familiar item made you relax slightly, realising that you were probably in Daryl's room, but where was he?

You climbed out of bed, noticing you were wearing some kind of sweatpants and a tank top before you spotted a pile of clothes beside Daryl's vest and walked across the room to check it out.

To your shock the clothes were your clothes from yesterday, well the flannel was Daryl's which you got him his trailer, but they were washed and cleaned which just confused you even more. So, they have hot water, electricity and washing machines here? This place is amazing.

You quickly got changed back into your old clothes, relieved that your angel blade and gun was amongst the pile, along with your necklace of your fathers old dog tags and his wedding ring. You clipped the necklace around your neck and tucked the angel blade into the side of your boot.

Once you finished getting changed you started to walk towards the door before you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the wall and you froze, taking in your reflection. You looked like shit if you were being honest. For someone who doesn't need to sleep much, you looked like you needed to sleep for a week straight.

Shaking your head at yourself, you walked out the room to find yourself standing in the hallway and you had no idea where to go before suddenly the door to your right opened. 

A kid with a bandage around his eye walked out the room, but you instantly recognised Rick’s old Deputy hat in his hand and you knew this must be Carl. Shit, he had grown up so much since you last saw him.

"Oh, hey. You're Y/N, right?" The kid asked hesitantly as he gave you a friendly smile and you nodded. "Cool. Dad told me about you, I guess I was too young to remember meeting you back then, but thank you for saving our town from the vampires... Man, that is a sentence I never thought I would say outload." Carl added, laughing at himself causing you to chuckle as you nodded in agreement.

"Crazy world we live in, kid. Do you know where your Dad or Daryl might be?" You asked and Carl nodded, motioning for you to follow him as he started walking down the hallway.

Silently, you followed him as he turned right and started walking down some stairs and to your relief you could hear Daryl's voice from somewhere in the house.

"Morning." Carl called out as he walked into what you assumed was the lounge room where Rick and Daryl were sitting.

The two of them instantly turned around from where they were sitting couch and greeted the kid before they spotted you behind him and Daryl quickly stood up.

"Hey, how'd ya sleep?" He asked once he reached your side, his hand resting on your shoulder as you tried to give him a reassuring smile.

"Good. Don't think I've ever slept that long. Nephilim's don't usually need much sleep." You admitted, glancing past Daryl to find Carl walking off into the kitchen, clearly trying to find something to eat.

"How ya feelin'? Ya okay?" Daryl asked softly and you nodded, but Daryl clearly didn't buy it, but before he could say anything else you cut him off.

"My brothers are dead. Cas is dead and I... look, I'm not okay and honestly I don't think I ever will be... But, I found my boyfriend after all of this... that counts for something." You whispered, feeling tears starting to rise in your eyes as you hastily wiped them away before Daryl suddenly pulled you into his chest and hugged you.

It had been so long since you had been in Daryl's arms and as you stood there, your head resting against his chest and your arms wrapped around his body, that was all it took for the tears to start pouring down your face.

"I missed you so much." You sobbed as Daryl squeezed you gently.

"I missed ya too, angel." He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You weren't entirely sure how long the two of you had stayed like that for before you finally pulled away, wiping your tear stained face, spotting the giant tear stain over his chest.

You were about to apologise before Daryl just shook his head, seeming to realise what you were about to say before he wrapped his arm over your shoulder and started walking you towards the lounge room.

The two of you sat down on the couch opposite Rick who you had forgotten was in the room, along with Carl, but with a quick look towards the kitchen, the kid was too focused on his bowl of cereal and a comic book to even realise what was going on.

"Sorry you had to see that." You apologised, turning your attention back to Rick, who immediately shook his head.

"No, don't apologise for that. You have been through hell, I'm really sorry about Sam and Dean." Rick replied, giving you a sad smile before he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else before he closed it again and frowned slightly.

"What is it?" You asked, because it was clear he wanted to ask you something. Hell, there were a lot of questions he probably wants to know. Like how you and your brothers started the frickin zombie apocalypse or how they died or how Daryl even found you..

"Daryl told me how the apocalypse started. Told me about Jack too and how you killed Chuck... well God." Rick said, correcting himself at the end and you nodded.

"Dean tried to call you... after I killed God. We called everyone to warn them that something was going to happen, but we couldn't get hold of you. Deputy Walsh answered, but didn't want to tell us where you were or anything." You explained causing Rick to chuckle softly.

"That's because I was in a coma." He responded as you stared at him in pure shock. "I got shot on duty. Doctors didn't know if I was going to make it apparently. When I woke up, the world had ended."

You didn't say anything in response to that as you just stared at him in disbelief. How the hell did you not know about that? If you had know you could have just seen him and healed him...

"Rick... if we had know we would have helped you. Cas and I could've healed you in an instant." You finally responded and Rick just shrugged his shoulders.

"I was the only one with your numbers. Kinda hard to call someone when you're in a coma." He joked causing you to shake your head. "It all worked out in the end though-" Rick continued to say before the sound of a baby softly babbling filled the air causing you to freeze.

"What is it?" Daryl quickly asked, sudden worry etched into his tone. 

"It's a baby. I can hear a baby." You stated, frowning as you looked up at the stairs where the noise was coming from.

"That's Judith. My daughter. She probably just woke up." Rick answered causing your head to quickly snap back around in his direction. He had a baby girl? Since when? "She was born during all of this... Lori didn't make it." Rick answered, as if he could read your mind.

"I'm sorry." You quickly replied and Rick nodded with a small smile, but didn't say anything in response before Daryl spoke up.

"Wait. how did you hear her? I thought ya said ya powers weren't working?" He asked in confusion from beside you.

"Your powers aren't working?" Rick quickly asked, slightly confused and worried at the same time.

"The gun I used to kill God... it also shot me." You started to explain as you pulled down the collar of your flannel slightly to expose the bright pink scar from the bullet wound. "It messed with my powers. I can still hear and see really well and I still got super strength... but everything else is a little complicated."

"What do you mean complicated? You can’t teleport or use that telekinesis stuff?" Rick asked and you shook your head.

"Not really. I can kinda of do it still, but it screws with me. Headaches, blood noses, coughing up blood and if I do something big enough I usually pass out. It never ends well. I haven't even tried to use my powers since Cas... since Cas died." You explained further as Daryl rested his hand against your knee and squeezed it gently.

"Shit, that’s not good." Rick responded and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing softly as you nodded in agreement. "Even though you can't really use your powers anymore... maybe keep that a secret anyway. I don't really know how my people would react knowing about it. Or knowing about any of the Supernatural. Honestly some of them are still trying to wrap their head around walkers being real, let alone basically every supernatural creature." Rick explained and you nodded again.

That was probably a good idea. People were already freaked out and scared enough as it is in this new world. Plus it wasn't like you would be using your powers any time soon, so it didn't really matter if you kept it a secret.

-

The rest of the day you spent mainly with Daryl while he showed you around the community and introduced you to the others. Everyone seemed really nice and welcoming, so it wasn't too bad.

You ended up telling Daryl and Rick about what happened to your brothers and Cas. They then told you about the people they had lost along the way and what had happened to the group since the start of all of this. Their group had been through hell and back, while you and your brothers had mainly stayed in the bunker with the occasional supply run into town, it was safe, but then you took the risk to try and find Rowena and it all went to shit.

Over the next couple of weeks you became closer with Daryl, your relationship no longer being long distance and you forgot how much you enjoyed each others company. Rick and Carl were always around, giving you stuff to do to keep your mind from thinking about Cas and your brothers.

You became closer to most of Rick's group over the next few months and learnt a lot about them. Carol was a sweetheart, but had given you the talk about your relationship with Daryl, but you didn't mind. She clearly cared a lot about him and you were glad that Daryl had friends like her.

Maggie and Glenn were always around and those two were about as cute as couples could get and when you found out that she was pregnant you were over the moon. You had only known them for a few months, hell, you had only known most of them for a few months, but you were willing to fight for each and every one of them if anything ever happened. You had already lost one family and you wouldn't lose another.

You and Daryl had moved out of Rick's house a few weeks ago and now lived in the small house across the road to them. It was nice to have your own space and privacy, but you spent most your time with the others. If you weren't with Daryl you were hanging out with Maggie and Glenn or screwing around with Carl and Judith.

You joined Glenn, Tara and their small group on supply runs and helped Daryl out hunting occasionally, but you spent most your time outside the walls looking for any signs of your brothers. You knew the chances of them being alive was next to zero, but you wouldn't stop looking for them. You'd never stop looking for them.

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[onlyangelcas]

It’s hot. Unseasonably warm for late-spring in the midwest. Summer is fast approaching, bringing with it unrelenting heat and the scorching sun. Cas doesn’t mind the heat, content to kneel in the garden all day long, letting the sun tan his skin and sweat slick his t-shirt against his back. When the heat gets unbearable, he and Jack stroll down to the lakeshore behind the house and dip their feet in, the water still too cold for a full swim. Jack splashes happily and tries to catch the minnows swimming close to the shore with his chubby hands.

Cas hears the door to the back patio swing open before Dean shouts, “I picked up sandwiches on the way home from the hardware store, but I’ll only share if you two help me haul the supplies to the garden.”

Jack laughs and takes off toward the house, his pink Crocs abandoned on the rocky shoreline. Cas gathers them up before slipping his feet into his own matching pair and setting off toward the house.

“Those shoes are an abomination.” Dean says as Cas pulls open the patio door.

“Of course they are, babe.” Cas says, leaning in for a slow kiss before discarding Jack’s Crocs next to Dean’s own bright yellow pair on the rug by the door.

“I saw Ellie from the farmer’s market at Lowe's, she said she’d trade a loaf of her jalapeno cheddar bread for a pan of my caramel rolls. Don’t let me forget them on Saturday.”

“If you’re making caramel rolls you better make two pans, Jack will never forgive you if he doesn’t get to have one.”

“Already wrote the ingredients for two batches on the shopping list.” Dean smirks at him from over his shoulder. “Now are you gonna help me carry this wood over to the garden? I’m starving and those sandwiches are calling my name.”

Cas laughs at that, placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder and pushing him toward the front door and out into the driveway. Jack is on the front porch, barefoot and talking loudly to their dog, Bee. Dean’s truck is parked in the driveway, next to their family friendly Subaru Outback.

Baby is still a part of their family, simply taking up residence in the bunker’s garage instead of a space in the driveway. Since they purchased the lakehouse, Dean had needed a larger vehicle to haul supplies for the renovation. Once the renovations were complete, Dean continued to pick up odd construction jobs around town. Cas suspected the work was meaningful to Dean, putting things together, making them better, a much needed change after a life of hunting.

Occasionally, they’ll take a trip to Lebanon as a family and bust out the ‘67 Chevy for a ride through rural Kansas. Dean once mentioned that when Jack starts school he’d like to take Baby for a family road trip every summer. Show Jack the country the same way he first saw it, through the windows of the Impala.

For now, Jack’s booster seat is strapped into the back seat of the Subaru. They all pile in on Saturday mornings to set up at the farmer’s market, on Monday nights for dinner at Sam and Eileen’s house, and for the occasional weekend trip to Sioux Falls to see Jody, Donna, and the girls.

After they’ve unloaded the wood and supplies for the raised planters Dean is building for the garden, they head inside to wash up and eat lunch. They devour their sandwiches in comfortable silence, the open windows allowing the sounds from outside to filter in and mix with the quiet music coming from the stereo.

“Hold on!” Jack yells as they’re preparing to head back outside and begin their project. He races out of the room and up the stairs before they have a chance to process what he could be up to.

Dean and Cas share a look that’s equal parts confusion and fondness over their son's antics. Jack’s tiny feet pound back down the stairs and toward the kitchen. He appears in front of them after only a few minutes with a handful of hair clips. Cas smiles knowingly as Jack looks up at Dean with pleading eyes.

Dean has been letting his hair grow out over the last few months. It’s long enough now that it hangs just over his eyes and curls past the nape of his neck. He’s even let his facial hair grow into a full, lumberjack-style beard. Cas loves the rugged look on him, and Dean knows it, which is why it has stuck around for this long. It’s not that Dean minds wearing his hair a little longer, it’s that it gets in his eyes and sticks to his forehead while he’s working. Jack, of course, came up with the perfect solution, offering to secure his bangs away from his face with the colorful barrettes he received as a gift from Claire.

A soft, fond sigh escapes Dean’s lips as he picks up Jack and plants him on the kitchen counter. Dean sits dutifully still as Jack positions the clips to keep the hair from his forehead.

“Perfect.” Jack says, admiring his finished work. Dean turns around, an eye-crinkling smile painted across his face. And Jack is right. Perfect.

#new jackles picture got me thinking too much #bee is a permanent fixture in all my fics from here on out #i have tried to write about something besides the dclcu and i cannot so just enjoy this #dclcu #baby jack #destiel #deancas fic

[wormstacheangel]

Smiles with a Christmas Kiss

Merry Christmas @professorerudite 

Summary: Dean and Cas are left behind in the bunker on Christmas Eve. A regular movie day is planned but it slowly becomes a lot more.

It’s Christmas Eve and the bunker was quiet. It was just him and his best friend in this big place, their footsteps echoed the halls like no other time before. When it was just him and Sam the place always felt okay. It was home and it was nice but with Cas - finally human and finally staying - the place felt warm. It was a damn home again. 

Jack followed Sam and Eileen on a holiday trip to Ireland. Of course, Dean had to refuse. Thinking of the long plane ride alone was making him feel sick. Though he insisted Cas should tag along with them - go see the world and all that jazz - he didn’t budge. Insisting he just wants to stay in the bunker. 

Dean didn’t argue. It was nice not to be alone during the holiday season but at the same time, he hoped Cas didn’t stay behind just for him. Dean would have done what he always did for Christmas. Go to a bar full of lonely people and find someone, or someone’s, to have some fun holiday party on a motel bed. 

Well, that’s what he would like to think he would have done, heck maybe a long time ago he would have done just that, but now it’s different. He hasn’t gone to a bar looking to hook up with anyone in years and he wasn’t going to start now. After throwing excuse after excuse at himself about why his libido just went into a downward spiral, fighting God and all that shit really wasn’t a good excuse for him apparently, it all came down to one angel. Well, person now. 

“Good morning, Dean.” Cas walked into the kitchen, dragging his bunny slippers across the cold floor and towards the coffee machine. 

Dean watched as Cas poured himself a big mug full and then sat across from him on the kitchen table to join him. Dean already had the sugar and creamer on the table, prepared for Cas who always gets up a few minutes after him. 

As soon as he took a sip he smiled into his mug and Dean rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he watched. Enjoying the way Cas’s eyes crinkle at the side when he smiled with his eyes closed. He even shivered just a little as the hot drink ran down his body, holding the hot mug in between both his hands and close to his face. 

“Morning, Sunshine.” Dean finally tells him as Cas placed his mug down on the table to smile back at him. 

He could live like this for the rest of his life. As much as Dean wanted more, he was okay with this. Having Cas like this. Seeing him like this. Shaggy hair that curls up at the tips and stubble that was already too long but must feel so good against Dean’s skin. Cas’s baggy sweatpants that fall too low on his hips and Dean’s old band tees that were exclusively worn for sleep cling to his muscled frame. 

Cas was just art that he could enjoy looking at but not touch. At least not the way he dreams to touch.

A happy sigh escapes Cas’s lips as he rolls his shoulders back and reaches for the untouched toast on Dean’s plate. “Merry Christmas Eve by the way.” He took a bite of the toast with butter and then made a face before he reached for the jam. Sweet tooth. He took another bite before he started talking with his mouth full. “I know you don’t celebrate but I still hope we can watch that movie you wanted to show me.”

Dean hummed in response as he sat up straighter, reaching for his coffee to have his hands do something. “We can do that.”

“Which reminds me we also need to go grocery shopping. We’re running low on supplies.”

“Cookies?”

“Exactly.” Cas winked at him.

Dean laughed and it always felt like he was floating when it was Cas who made him laugh. Yeah, he can live like this. If he can have these mornings everyday then he can live with Cas as his friend.

Grocery shopping took a while even though the place was mostly empty. Dean had a list and Cas kept ignoring it to add random junk he wanted to taste. Some of the stuff Dean hasn’t even tasted himself, “Then we can experience it together.” Was all Cas said and Dean couldn’t argue with him on that.

“What do people do on Christmas Eve?” Cas asked when they walked back to the car to load the groceries. “That child looked at us with pity when we told him we didn’t have any plans for today.”

“Dude, how am I supposed to know?”

“You know more than me.”

“The last real Christmas I had - I was three, Cas.” Dean opened the trunk of the Impala to start stuffing the bags. “Plus, I’m pretty sure that I imagine all those happy memories I had with my Mom and Dad.”

“I’m sure some were real, Dean.” Cas placed the last of the bags in the trunk as he looked at him with a small smile. Pity smile. “You’re Mother loved you so I’m sure she would have done her best to give you-”

“Cas,” Dean sighed as he closed the trunk with a loud thud. “I just want to watch some movies and sit on the couch with you and a tray full of nachos. I don’t want to psychoanalyze my childhood.”

“Ah.” Cas nodded, another smile. This one was softer and warmer. A smile that felt reserved for just Dean. Cas’s cheeks were even rosy from the cold wind piercing through their many layers. “Understood. I’ll take the cart back and you start the car then.”

Dean watched Cas walk away, scratching the back of his head when he saw him walk back into the grocery store. He was going to go after him but decided to do what he was told and just start the car. Maybe they needed a quick getaway.

Cas returned a few moments later with nothing in his hands.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Cas just shrugged and put his hands up to the heater. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

That was the only response he knew he was going to get from his angel - oh wow! Not his. Not even a damn angel anymore. 

Dean drove them home while Cas turned on the radio. Tapping his fingers on his knee to the beat of the music. Dean wondered how Cas would react if he just reached over and twined their hands together but instead he gripped the steering wheel tighter. 

It was already late when Dean called Cas over to watch the movie. He was going to go with Die Hard, his childhood Christmas movie he watched with Dad, but Dean had a feeling that Cas wanted a movie where it was actually about Christmas. So he picked his other childhood Christmas movie. A Christmas Story.

Cas walked in, his blanket already in tow, and took a seat on one end of the couch. Dean sat on the other with the nachos tray right in between them. Cas sat with his legs crossed and tucked into a corner, almost facing Dean, while he reached into the food before the movie even began to play.

“So you watched this as a kid?” Cas said, mouth full and head tilted as Dean settled on his side of the couch. 

“Yup.” Was all Dean said as he handed Cas a beer and pressed play.

It was only the first few minutes when Ralph walked in with a full cowboy getup that Cas laughed and when he met Dean’s curious eyes, enjoying every second of that rare laugh. Cas pointed at Ralph and then him. “Dean that’s you.” He laughed harder as soon as the words left his mouth and Dean hit him with a pillow. 

The nachos were moved to the table in front of them, where Dean had his feet propped up.

Cas continued to make little comments as the movie went on.

“Ah, reminds me of that whoopee cushion prank you did on me.” Cas noted as he took a sip of beer. 

“All of that for a damn tongue on a pole?” Cas sounded so annoyed that Dean spits out his beer laughing.

They somehow moved closer on the couch with every little comment Cas made. From the mention of yellow eyes. To ask what was put in Ralph’s mouth after he said fudge. (“Dude he said fuck.” “So? You say it all the time.” “I’m a grown man.” “Oh. Children can’t say it?”)

As soon as Ralph said son of a bitch Cas was somehow already shoulder to shoulder with Dean. He laughed, his shoulders shaking, before turning to look at Dean with that big smile again. Dean never thought anybody could look as beautiful as Cas did when he grinned at him like that.

“Dean, I told you that’s you.” He smiled and Dean didn’t have it in him to argue, even as a joke. Instead, he nodded, smiling back at Cas, while his grinch heart grew three sizes. 

This was supposed to be a safe nonromantic movie but Dean hasn’t watched it in a while. He forgot the ending when the parents sat in the dark, just like they were in now, and enjoyed the snow falling. With only the Christmas lights shining. 

A few years ago he wouldn’t have thought it was romantic - there was no kissing or grunting in this scene what so ever- but the soft touches is what he craves now. He was already so close to Cas as it is. Feeling the warmth radiate off his best friend while his blanket was now over both their laps, he doesn’t even remember when that happened. 

He was already so close. Dean could turn his head and his nose could be buried in Cas’s hair, the smell of nature still follows Cas around, and he could hold him. Hold him like he has always wanted to hold Cas, with no immediate danger or death hanging over them. He just wanted to hold Cas because he wanted to hold him. No reason.

Cas leaned into him a little more, untucking his feet from underneath him so he could lay them flat on the ground. Dean noticed every fidget of Cas’s fingers and he wondered if Cas was uncomfortable with the closeness but then in a sudden move Cas had an arm around Dean’s shoulders. Cas cleared his throat as he squeezed Dean’s shoulder closer to him - trying to act like this was a normal thing for them- while Dean stared at him with wide eyes. 

Dean couldn’t find the words. He wanted to say some dumb joke or push Cas off but he stopped himself. Instead, he relaxed under the touch and leaned into it. 

“Oh, um, the movie ended.” Cas cleared his throat while he started to pull his hand away.

“I’ll, um, I’ll just - let me pick another one.” Dean reached for the remote and picked a random movie in the Christmas category and pressed play. Then he leaned back into the couch again and Cas’s arm was around him again. 

Dean doesn’t remember how many movies they watched that night or how he ended up falling asleep on a couch too small to hold two grown men. But he didn’t care because now he had Cas’s fingers making small circles on his back and the touch was so gentle.

“Merry Christmas, Dean.” Cas must have known he woke up. 

So Dean folded his arms over Cas’s chest and looked down at him. He could feel the dumb smile on his mouth. “Merry Christmas, Cas.”

“I know it’s customary to give gifts now.” Cas started reaching for something on the floor while Dean opened his mouth to argue but Cas looked at him with those just-shut-up-Dean raised eyebrows so he listened. “It’s something small I got at the grocery store so I’m sorry it’s not something you may want but I believe you deserve a Christmas gift, Dean.”

They both sat up when Cas pulled out a small shiny gift bag with a Christmas tree right out front. Dean wondered when Cas even had time to get this or sneak it in as he sat crisscross back on the couch while Cas copied him. Handing over the present with a wry smile.

“I didn’t even get you anything, Cas.” Dean started saying, hesitant to get the present. 

Cas shrugged. “You can make it up to me later. Now take it.”

Dean took it and it didn’t even have tissue paper to hide what was inside. Dean laughed as he pulled out a few Reese’s shaped like a Christmas tree, some DVD of a movie he hasn’t even heard of so it must be new, and a gift card for Dominos pizza.

“These are great, Cas.” Dean laughed looking down at his gifts. “Looks like you already planned our next date night.”

“I did?” Cas looked down at his presents before looking back at Dean with wide eyes. “Date night?”

“I mean, only if you want to-”

“I want to!” Cas quickly leaned into Dean’s space again and he probably didn’t mean to lean in so close but Dean was also not thinking as he met him halfway to press their lips together. It was just a quick kiss before they pulled apart. 

Dean didn’t say anything as they sat back on their seats. Staring at anything but each other. 

Cas cleared his throat. “Was that my Christmas gift?”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, I’m cheap.”

“Can I have another gift then?” Cas asked, leaning his head down so he could catch Dean’s downward gaze. He was blushing -fuck he was blushing- as he smiled at him again and Dean was taken back to that morning. Where he thought that he could live with just having that smile in his life but now he knows how that smile felt against his own.

Dean only nodded once before Cas fell back into him. Their lips smashing together into a grinning kiss, teeth smacking together, as Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist to pull him closer. Then he pulled away just enough to kiss Cas again, slowly as he took everything in. Cas’s weight on his lap. Cas’s fingers on his face while he held the back of his neck. The soft noises Cas kept making at the back of his throat as they moved against each other that was making Dean crazy. 

He can have this. Can have Cas and it was a damn Christmas miracle that Cas was dumb enough to want Dean the same way. And fuck his stubble did feel great against his skin.

“Merry Christmas, Cas.” Dean said when they pulled apart to breathe, their foreheads touching. 

Cas grinned, a small laugh shook his body and Dean felt every shake that was in his arms. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

Thanks @destielsecretsanta2020 for this fun project! 

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Alpha and Omega - Ch 2 / 2

Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: A/B/O, Darkness magic,  Alpha!Dean, Omega!Sam, Dub-Con (biological necessity), little bit of meta (cuz why not), Sam’s a needy mess, Dean is possessive af  Word Count: 4k Created for: @first-time-wincest-fest​ - 12x02 Mamma Mia | @spnabobingo​ - Male Omega | Summary: Amara wants to thank Dean by giving him the thing he needs most – Sam – but she knows the boys are stubborn, so she’s going to have to be creative. Problem is, she doesn’t tell Dean or Sam what she’s put in motion, and magic can be unpredictable.

Despite the many apparent flaws of these British Men of Letters dicks, at least Mick has the good sense to let Dean and Sam go. He offers to try helping Sam, but he doesn’t have any more ideas about his condition than that blonde bitch does, so Dean declines and gets Sam the hell out of dodge.

The moment they make it over the property line and past the efficacy of the anti-angel warding Cas is by their sides, sliding under Sam’s other arm to help Dean carry him to the Impala.

“Don’t touch him,” Dean growls, startling Cas and himself. Cas raises his hands in a show of good faith.

“I am just trying to help, Dean,” he reassures the hunter, lowly.

“Yeah, um, sorry man,” Dean shakes his head to clear it. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else touching Sam right now but he doesn’t want anyone’s hands on his baby brother. Begrudgingly, he lets Castiel grab Sam’s arm and help them to the car, where they gingerly lay a shivering, and for all intents and purposes unconscious, Sam on the back seat. “Cas, what’s wrong with him?” Dean tries to keep a grip on the panic in his voice but he doesn’t have much luck.

“It’s hard to be sure,” Castiel mutters, laying a hand against Sam’s forehead, which is burning hot. “We need to get him home immediately, this fever is dangerously high.”

Dean rounds the car to root through the first aid pack in the trunk, pulling out a few instant cold packs. “Here,” he cracks one up in his hands and passes it to Cas. “Get in back, try to keep him cool.” Cas slides into the back seat of the Impala, pulling Sam over his lap and pressing the cold pack against the young man’s forehead. Dean drops the spare cold packs beside him as he jumps in behind the wheel and peels out of the dirt road driveway in reverse, gunning them back home towards Kansas.

The use of cold packs and bags of ice they picked up at gas stations along their way get the trio home without Sam’s condition worsening. Dean would send up a thank you to Chuck for that except that he’s nearly positive Chuck’s sister is the reason Sam is in this mess in the first place. I thought she wanted to do something to thank me, not destroy my life. They get Sam into bed without too much trouble, and Castiel suggests stripping Sam out of his clothes to help keep him cool.

“Get away from him,” Dean growls, baring his teeth at his friend. Castiel once again looks at him in confusion, his brow crinkling as he stares hard at Dean.

“I’m going to call Rowena, see if maybe she can help us determine what is wrong with Sam.” Cas backs up cautiously, and Dean is glad to see him go.

Once he’s alone with his brother, he does think that stripping Sam down is a decent idea – at the very least he should change him into some clean pyjamas instead of the bloodied tatters he’s dressed in now. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, gently brushing Sam’s hair away from his eyes. He has the sudden urge to lean down and kiss Sam, so he does – very carefully placing his lips against his little brother’s forehead. It seems to Dean like Sam presses back into the kiss, and when his lips retreat, Sam stretches his neck and turns his head into Dean’s side, almost like he’s burrowing there. The unconscious display of affection brings a surge of warmth to Dean’s chest, though he can’t find it in him to smile with Sam like this.

Gingerly, Dean unbuttons Sam’s shirt and eases it over his shoulders, his fingers tracing over Sam’s muscles on the way down each arm. He hadn’t spent too much time around Sam’s unclothed chest recently and he couldn’t help staring at the contours of his frame. Sometimes he spends so much time thinking about Sam as his little brother, he forgets how much he’d built himself up over the years, forgets about the strength that all those layers of shirts they wear everyday are hiding. Dean has to shake himself in chastisement for staring at Sam’s body and lusting after it like a creep when he’s supposed to be taking care of him. How could he be thinking with his dick, even now, when Sam is deathly ill? But he was thinking with his dick, because even seeing Sam half naked for a matter of thirty seconds seems to be enough to give him a semi. For fuck’s sake, Dean curses himself, and sets about the task of easing Sam out of his torn up jeans.

As he gets Sam’s abnormally long jeans off his abnormally long body, three things strike Dean as odd. The first, that the smell he’d overwhelmingly associated with Sam back at the farmhouse in Missouri all of the sudden permeates the air around him. Sure, he’d been smelling it this whole time – it had been almost unbearably strong on the 6 hour drive back to Kansas – but he figured he must have gotten used to it because it had sort of faded into the background until just now. Secondly, the way Sam’s legs were splayed out across the bed right now gave Dean a view of a dark wet patch on the light grey of Sam’s underwear – gross, Dean thinks to himself, until he realises that the stain isn’t on the front of Sam’s briefs like it would be if he’d pissed himself. That examination leads him to his third odd discovery, which is that Sam has a boner.

“Well, what have we here?” Dean spins to see Rowena standing in the doorway, smirking.

“I’m sorry, Sam’s turned into a what?” Dean blinks incredulously at Rowena, who’s perching on the edge of the table in the kitchen. He turns his head to look at Castiel, who is sitting stoically behind Rowena. The angel shrugs unhelpfully.

“An Omega, dearie,” Rowena enunciates more clearly, like she imagines she’s talking to a four year old.

“Right,” Dean nods, although he doesn’t really understand. “And I’m a–”

“An Alpha, yes,” Rowena reiterates, clearly annoyed Dean isn’t getting this. “Well, Sam’s Alpha, more specifically,” she amends.

“And what exactly does all this mean?” Dean grunts, frustrated.

“It means that you and Samuel are mates,” Rowena elaborates.

“We know that, we saw our shared heaven, like a decade ago. What the hell does it have to do with him being sick?”

“Samuel is sick because he’s an Omega in heat, and he needs his mate.”

“Well if I’m his ‘mate’ and he ‘needs me’ – I’m right here! So why isn’t he better?” Dean growls.

“I believe,” Cas clears his throat, “from what I understand of the traditional elements of this condition, that what Rowena means is that Sam needs you, as his mate, physically.” Cas looks sheepishly at Rowena for confirmation.

“Precisely,” she smiles thankfully at Castiel.

“Physically?” Dean’s not any closer to understanding what’s happening. “So what, I need to go hold his hand until his fever breaks?”

“Well, I’m not surprised that you might want to hold his hand, but it’s going to take a wee bit more than that.”

“Will you just tell me how the hell to cure him?” Dean shouts, accidentally shattering the beer bottle he’s holding. He looks down, surprised at his own strength and at the end of his tether now.

“Sexual intercourse,” Cas answers shortly, his face carefully blank. “Though, again, from my understanding, that will only cure his heat. He will remain an Omega and you will remain an Alpha.”

“What the hell are you talking about ‘from what you understand’?” Dean makes indignant air quotes at Cas.

“When Metatron put all of popular culture into my head it included every story ever written. There are a large number of stories on the internet that incorporate the dynamics of the Alpha/Omega hierarchy. It’s a trope primarily found in something called ‘fanfiction’,” Cas explains. “In fact, there is some ‘fanfiction’ about yourself and Sam if it would help you to understand the mating requirements.” Dean feels like he’s going to be sick.

“Cas, listen to me very carefully: under no circumstances are you to ever tell anyone else that those exist,” Dean groans, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why is this happening?”

“That’s the part I’ve not got the faintest idea about,” Rowena sighs. “It would take something more than a simple spell to alter your anatomies like this. Not even an angel,” she glances at Castiel quickly to check she’s right in her assumption. “I’ve never heard of something like this actually happening outside of fiction.”

“It was Amara,” Dean sighs. “When she left she told me she was going to give me what I ‘needed most’, but I don’t know why she thought this was it. It just seems like some sick joke.”

“Ah,” Rowena nods sagely like she understands now. “She was giving you Samuel.”

“How is this ‘giving me’ Sam?”

“A physically bonded Alpha and Omega are bonded for life, inseparable. Without the other, they won’t survive their heats – or ruts, in your case.”

“So every time Sam goes into a heat, we need to have sex, or he dies?” Dean can’t believe how fucked up this is.

“You’ll also need to knot him,” Cas adds gravely. Noticing Dean’s look of incredulity, he continues. “The base of your penis will inflate when you ejaculate and lock you and Sam together for a brief time. It’s the knot that Sam needs to relieve the symptoms of his heat.”

“What the fuck?” Dean blanches.

“Not to importune but I do believe Samuel was running out of time when I examined him. You really should get to it, Dean,” Rowena cuts in.

“And how am I supposed to do that, huh? The guy’s unconscious! I can’t just–” Dean’s stomach roiled. The thought of fucking Sam was tempting, amazingly so, but the thought of doing it to Sam, without his knowledge or participation, was sickening.

“I can make him a wee draft to revive him and stave off the fever,” Rowena moves towards one of the cupboards in the kitchen where Sam keeps the common spell ingredients. “Then Castiel and I can make ourselves scarce and leave you two to it,” she smiles.

“And you’re positive this is the only way?” Dean presses desperately.

“That Amara is a crafty woman, she knew what she was doing.” Rowena throws some herbs into a small dish. “She saw that you would never ‘put the moves on Sam’, as you say. This is her way of giving you both that little push.”

“Yeah, well, she’s a bitch,” Dean grumbles, dropping his head in his hands and waiting for Rowena to finish the potion to wake Sam up.

Sam blinks awake wearily, vaguely aware that he’s safe and not being held captive anymore, but he can’t remember much more than snippets of sound and scent. The rumble of an engine, the smell of motor oil; the low tenor of Dean’s voice, and the scent of whiskey, apple pie, and old leather. He can make out all of those scents now, too, swirling around him and pulling him back into consciousness – like smelling salts.

“Hey, there he is,” Dean’s voice says nearby, he’s sitting on the side of Sam’s bed.

Sam nuzzles towards his older brother, inexplicably craving the closeness. “De,” Sam mumbles, still sleepy.

“Yeah, it’s me Sammy,” Dean smiles down at him gently, eyes soft. Sam feels an unusual rush of need wash over him like a heat wave and he presses himself as close to Dean as two bodies can possibly get with a blanket still in between them.

“Wha s’happening?” he grumbles into Dean’s chest, looping his long arms around his brother’s waist.

“Short version?” Dean scoffs, but not unkindly. “Listen man, I’ll explain everything, I promise but – right now I just need to make sure you get outta this in one piece,” Dean sighs, drawing his hand down Sam’s face and holding his cheek. Sam looks up at Dean quizzically, unused to the level of physical affection but finding he was in desperate want of more. He nods at his big brother – whatever’s wrong, he knows Dean will take care of him. “You trust me Sammy?” Dean’s voice is hoarse, and Sam realises he’s scared.

“Yeah, Dean,” Sam breathes quietly into the slowly decreasing space between them. “Course I do,” he confirms again.

“Alright then,” Dean gulps and nods, mostly to himself though, like he’s trying to psych himself up for something. Then without any further warning, Dean’s lips are covering Sam’s and pressing him down onto the bed.

The fire that had been smouldering inside Sam for days now leaps and dances, as if Dean’s kiss is gasoline being thrown across him. Sam clings to Dean as he’s laid back onto the bed, and lets Dean climb into his lap and bury his hands in Sam’s hair. Dean licks across the seam of his lips and Sam parts them willingly, drinking in every bit of Dean that is being offered to him. He can’t remember why he needs Dean like this so badly, or when he started needing him, but now that he has him he couldn’t care less. He knows with certainty that the only thing he needs to be happy for the rest of his life is Dean – Dean loving him, Dean kissing him, Dean inside him. Fuck, he needs Dean inside him right fucking now.

At this realisation, Sam starts tearing into Dean’s clothes, ripping through the thread keeping buttons in their places without a thought. He expects Dean to start doing the same to him, but then realises he’s not wearing anything but his underwear, which suits Sam just fine. Dean has to pull away from him to wriggle out of his jeans, and Sam groans involuntarily at the sight of the bulge Dean reveals when he strips down.

“Someone likes the view, huh?” Dean teases him, voice deep and throaty, but Sam’s too far gone to come up with a bratty retort. All he can focus on is that he wants Dean’s cock – now.

“Shit, you look so big De,” Sam groans, reaching out a hand to cup around Dean’s member, still hidden behind black cotton. The front of the material is wet with precum, Sam can feel it against his fingertips.

“Think you can handle me, little bro?” Dean grabs Sam’s wrist and drags his fingers along the outline of his cock, up to the elastic waist of his boxers, and then inside them. Sam’s fingers curl around Dean and stroke him gently beneath the fabric. “Think you can fit all that inside your tight little ass f’me?” he grunts, thrusting into Sam’s grip.

“Fuck yes,” Sam rasps, and his breath sounds like it’s raking over hot coals in his throat. He pulls back from Dean to shed his own underwear, staring at it puzzledly when it comes away from his body covered in slick. What is that, he wonders as he feels it on his fingers. It doesn't feel like lube… “Dean?” Sam looks to his brother for answers.

“S’okay,” Dean rushes to reassure him, joining his little brother on the bed, both of them now completely bared to the other. “I’ll explain later, yeah? Just let me take care of you right now, okay?” Dean’s eyes are wide and pleading as he looks to Sam, and Sam nods; he trusts Dean. “Just lemme take care a’you,” Dean whispers again as he brushes their lips together, and Sam pulls him in tight for another bruising kiss.

Their bodies twist and tangle easily, Sam just letting Dean put them together however he wanted. The heat of Dean against him is overwhelming, the sweat on their skin mingles and sticks them together, pulling at their nerves every time they part. Sam doesn’t want them to part. He reaches between them, grabbing Dean’s cock in his hand and thrusts his own into the same grip. Their moans ring through each others’ mouths as Sam jerks them against each other, and they take turns fucking into his fist. Before long Dean pulls away from Sam with a groan, probably to stop himself from finishing before he’s had a chance to see what the inside of his brother feels like. Sam is glad of his consideration in this case, because if he ends tonight without Dean locked firmly inside of him, he’s going to feel like he’s missing out. If he was more clear headed, he might question why the phrase ‘locked inside of him’ is the one that came to mind but he’s not thinking too deeply about what he wants right now — he just wants.

“Need you, Dean,” Sam pants, widely, grabbing at Dean, trying to bring their bodies back together. “Need… ne—” Sam’s vocabulary has become shockingly singular, and he doesn’t have the presence of mind to be irritated with his brother when Dean smiles down at him smugly, knowingly.

“I know what you need, Sammy” Dean grins down at his little brother. Having Sam this strung out and desperate for him is like a drug. I could get used to this being a monthly thing, he smirks to himself, reaching his hand down between Sam’s legs and rubbing at his slick entrance. “Need me right here, dontcha Sammy? I can feel how much you need me,” Dean groans as the tip of his finger slips inside of Sam too easily, “fuck, you’re wet. So fucking wet for me, huh Sammy?”

Sam just nods blissfully down at Dean; it seems his vocabulary of one word has now receded to zero.

Cas had warned him about this, that as an Omega, Sam would start leaking like a fire hydrant, but at least it saved him having to hunt around for some kind of lube — he’d never needed to have that on hand before, and if he found any lying around the bunker there’s a decent chance it would be cursed or something. Plus, he bet this made the whole experience way better for Sam, so he was all for it. Dean moves between Sam’s legs and runs the head of his cock over Sam’s twitching entrance. Sammy lets out a weak moan and arches against the pressure, trying to get Dean to slip inside. Dean’s about to oblige when he remembers what Cas said about them getting locked together by the Alpha’s knot once he comes, and he thinks better of their position. It will be easier to roll on to their sides and rest if he does this with Sam on his hands and knees.

He manhandles Sam into position, rolling him over, and when Sam gets the idea and pushes himself onto his hands and knees, arching his back and presenting himself to Dean like some kind of trophy, Dean can’t hold himself back any longer. He pushes his cock inside Sam slowly, agonisingly and torturously slowly. Not because he’s concerned about hurting Sam, who is opening up beneath him like he was born for this — born to take Dean’s cock — but because he knows he wants to savour this moment for the rest of his life. He wants to remember every second of the first time he felt what it was like to truly possess Sam, to be joined so completely to one another that not even their bodies can keep them separate. So Dean goes slow, even though Sam is begging beneath him, asking him to just fuck him already, Dean ignores him, and he drinks the feelings in.

When he’s got himself bottomed out inside of Sam he leans down over his brother and presses a kiss to his shoulder, tenderly, thanking him for what he’s giving Dean right now. “You feel so good Sammy,” Dean moans, and he doesn’t mean for it to sound as sappy as it does but it’s hard to regulate things like that when you feel like you’ve just connected to your soulmate for the first time, so he gives himself a pass.

The next time Sam begs, Dean gives in, snapping his hips back and fucking into him as hard as he can manage. And once he’s started he can’t stop. Every instinct inside of Dean is shouting at him to take, to fuck Sam into the mattress and never let up, which Sam doesn’t seem to mind, because no matter how roughly Dean thrusts into him he keeps shouting for more, faster, harder, please. So Dean, ever the good big brother, gives Sammy what he needs — what they both need.

Dean can feel himself getting closer and closer to his release, and that’s when he notices that he can’t quite pull out as far as before. His knot has begun swelling at the base of his cock, getting ready to pop and bind him and Sam together. The fattening edges catching on Sam’s rim give Dean a kind of friction no sex ever has before and, fucking hell, it feels unbelievably good. He grinds himself harder against Sam, dropping over his back so they can be as close as possible, and bringing his hand up beneath Sam to grasp at his little brother’s dick. It’s the first time he’s properly touched it, felt it in his hand, and shit, it feels even bigger than it looks.

“Oh my god, Dean,” Sam groans, sounding absolutely wrecked, and Dean takes that as a compliment. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, please,” Sam is pleading with him so prettily, and Dean wants to cum just as badly as him.

“Not stopping Sammy,” Dean strokes him faster, grinds into him harder, “not stopping until you cum all over my hand baby boy, so c’mon, want you to cum f’me.” Dean thanks God that Sam starts to cum loudly when Dean tells him too, because the second he feels Sam start to convulse around him his knot pops and he’s cumming harder than he ever has in his life. The thought of his seed whitewashing Sam’s insides is sickeningly thrilling and he swears a second, small orgasm rocks through him — and hey, if that’s a perk of being an Alpha, I could get used to this.

When Dean comes back to himself, his breathing finally evening out, he notices Sam slumped beneath him, no longer holding himself up. He quickly checks for a pulse, and relaxes when he finds one – Sam’s just passed out. Fuck, he came so hard he passed out. Dean shudders, feeling another small blurt of cum force itself out of his cock at the thought that he’d fucked Sam so thoroughly. To be honest he was a little proud of himself.

Dean arranges himself on his side on the bed, so he can curl around Sam while he waits for his knot to deflate. He thought he’d be annoyed by having to stay still like this for so long but it’s surprisingly peaceful, laying here with Sam asleep in his arms. He hugs his little brother tighter to him, clasping his hands over Sam’s chest – over his heart – feels the rhythm and reassures himself that Sam is here, and alive, and safe. And his. The realisation hits Dean unexpectedly. Sam is finally his in the most permanent way he can think of, and his heart leaps at the thought. The last thing he thinks before he drops off to sleep too, is that he hopes Sam still wants to be his when he wakes up.

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Maybe in Another Life - Dean x fem!reader part 3

In this universe, Chuck had won, Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) were the only ones left. They must find another reality to live so they can find a way to bring back their own. But after getting separated, (Y/N) must find her Dean while working with this universe’s hunters.

Also Season 15 spoilers

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It was a race against time to get to Eileen before she vanished like Charlie’s girlfriend. She wasn’t far from Charlie’s home, Sam was texting her to make sure she was still there. She remembered Eileen from the banshee hunt five years ago. Castiel told her that she had died and then been resurrected by Sam and they had started dating. 

(Y/N) could see Sam’s screen from her seat. A notification had popped up that she was typing, but it had stopped. The brothers shared a glance before Dean pressed his foot down on the gas. 

Finally outside of Eileen’s house, Dean slammed on the Impala’s breaks. Sam was getting out before the car even stopped. Everyone gathered around Eileen’s little red car on the street outside of her house. Sam knelt down to the ground and picked up was had to be Eileen’s phone. In the chat log was an unsent message, her screen cracked from hitting the ground. Sam slowly stood up, shock and fear in his eyes as he stared down at the phone. 

“Sammy?” Dean said carefully. 

“No. I can't... “ He mumbled, “Um... If I let myself go, then I'll lose my mind. I can't right now.” The group stayed there in silence, waiting for Sam to speak again before they made their next move. 

With people disappearing who weren’t meant to be there... Did that mean she was next? She had so much left to do and if she got sent back to her universe then that meant she would be gone forever. 

“Alright.” Sam turned to the rest of them, gripping the phone tightly, “We have to get everyone to safety. Anyone who might be on Billie's list. Including you.” He motioned to (Y/N).

“Where might that be?” Castiel asked. 

“We need a location, somewhere central to everyone. We need somewhere secure, contained. We get 'em in, and we put up every last bit of warding we've ever used.” 

“Alright, you do that.” Dean said grimly. 

“What?” She asked, moving closer to him out of instinct.

“What are you going to do?” Sam stared at his brother. 

“I started this. I'm gonna end it.”

“Dean-”

“Your plan? Getting everybody safe? That's good, okay, but it won't last forever. Now, we couldn't make Chuck pay, but Billie? She left her blade. Her I can kill.” 

“I don't...”

“We don't have a choice, Sam.” 

“I’m going with you-” She started. 

He looked down at her, “No, you’re not. You’re going to the safe house with Sam.” 

“You can’t do this alone. I can’t lose you again.” She said honestly. They stared at each other for a moment before Castiel stepped forward. 

“I'll go with you, Dean.” The angel looked down at her, “I’ll make sure he’s safe.” She nodded at him. 

“Alright.” Dean seemed tired, yet content with this suicide mission. 

“Be careful.” Sam said softly. Dean smiled sadly, hugging his brother tightly, like this might be the last time he sees him. It was the same smile (Y/N) saw before her Dean walked into that room. They gave each other a nod when the hug broke, Castiel and Dean turning back towards the Impala. 

“Okay.” Dean said, “Let's go, Cas. Let's go reap a reaper.”

(Y/N) rushed around the car to stop him from opening the handle. 

“I want to go in with you.” She said, looking into his eyes, those same tired eyes.

“I do too.” He reached up and cupped her face with his hand, “I’ll be fine.” 

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I know.” He said solemnly. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. This goodbye was different than last time, but it didn’t break her heart any less. She stepped away the car, watching Dean and Cas drive away. Leaving Sam, Jack, and (Y/N) on the street to figure out what to do next. 

-

The next day, Sam placed a few calls into some hunter friends to find an area where all the people from apocalypse world. They were stopped at a gas station to fill up Eileen’s car for the journey to wherever the safe house would be. Sam was on the phone outside, Jack in the backseat and (Y/N) riding shot gun. 

As she sat there, she couldn’t help but cry. However she got to this world, she knew she was meant to save it but if she got erased away by Billie, she wouldn’t be able to. How could she save them if she was gone? It was like she didn’t matter. Maybe she had been sent there by God, to punish her once again. 

“(Y/N)?” Jack’s soft voice made her jump a little. She wiped her eyes and sniffled before turning back to look at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do... do you ever feel hopeless?” 

She let out a breath and turned back in her seat to look out the front, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do. Right now especially.” 

“What do we do?” 

“I guess...” She sighed, “I guess we just have to try to keep our hope up. Even when you feel hopeless. Even in darkness, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.” She looked back at him, “And we remember that we have each other.” For right now, anyway. 

Sam had looked down in Jack’s seat, knocking on the door. Jack rolled down his window. 

“Hey, I got a job for you.”

Jack looked between (Y/N) and Sam, “Me?”

“Yeah. I need you to drive.”

“B- but I only drove once.”

“I've got work to do. You know, I gotta dig through the archives and work on finding spells. I can't do that with one eye on the road, so...” Sam gestured to the front seat with his head. 

“Okay. Okay. I'll... Drive.” Jack got out of the back and moved up to the front, Sam replacing him in the back. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t crash.” She smiled, patting him on the arm. Jack nodded, starting the car and pulling out of the gas station. 

-

Without incident, they made it to Hastings, Minnesota where they found Donna Hanscum, leaning against her truck with a large cargo bag over her shoulder. Behind them were others making their way into the silo that they would call home for a while. 

When they got out, Donna’s eyes widened when she saw (Y/N). 

“Is that...” She said to Sam. Sam nodded. 

“Long story.” 

Donna smiled, then turned her attention to Jack. 

“Hiya, kid.”

“Hey.” Jack smiled then turned to Sam, “I'll help set up the warding.” The boy walked off to the silo, leaving the three hunters to talk. Donna started this talk by reaching up and hugging Sam tightly. 

“I'm sorry... About Eileen.” Sam only nodded as the hug ended, still not able to talk about it. 

“Hey you.” She hugged (Y/N) next. (Y/N) returned the hug, happy for this little bit of normal. 

Donna pulled away, looking between the two, “So. Bobby's inside with his crew. We've got more folks headed this way. Put out some calls to the other hunters: Garth, Jody and the girls. They're all on high alert, ready to act when we need 'em.” 

“They're not on Death's list. They should be okay. You should be okay, too. We're just... lucky to have you helping.”

She nodded, “Anything you need.” She smiled sadly. They both shared a nod, Donna making her way towards the silo. 

The next arrival was a blue truck with a familiar redhead driving. Charlie got out of the truck after parking in, slinging a backpack over her shoulder. Since Charlie died before (Y/N) so seeing her didn’t seem like much of a shock, or it was probably because of how angry she was after losing her girlfriend. 

“Hey. Glad you came.” Sam said. 

“Yeah, um... “ She paused, her voice strained, “I just don't want this to happen to anyone else.” Sam nodded in a shared agreement, both of them watching Charlie walk into the silo. 

Sam sighed, looking down at the ground. (Y/N) put a hand on his arm and smiled the best she could.

“C’mon, we got warding to put up.” 

-

Inside the empty silo, there were plenty of hunters from another universe gathered, some still arriving. Many were painting black warding on the walls. The next familiar face to greet them was Bobby Singer. 

“Hey kid.” (Y/N) and the older hunter embraced, “Where the hell have you been?” 

“Long story.” She said the same answer as before. Bobby pulled away and looked at Sam who was not meeting his father figure’s eyes.

“They get it, Sam. Now whether you like it or not, you're the big man, here. Told them getting here was the order from the boss, and they came runnin'. No hesitation. My only worry is the lav situation. Didn't have time to truck in a port-a-john.” He chuckled. 

Sam huffed, “Yeah, well, if Dean and Cas can pull this off, we shouldn't be here too long.” 

“Okay. I brought a bucket.” bobby pointed to a large bucket on the other side of the room. Sam laughed, breaking him out of a little bit of sadness. 

“You think it'll work?” Bobby asked, clearly not talking about the make-shift bathroom. 

Sam looked around, seeing all the warding being put up, “Well... Angelic warding, Aramaic, Enochian, and I have this.”He held up an old looking book, “I found it in Rowena's things. A spell, "Praeses Magna." Should boost the strength of all the warding.”

“Should.” 

“Bobby, this is all I got.” 

Bobby nodded, the group looking around at all the hunters and their families. They had so much to lose. And it was a real possibility that they would. 

Sam and (Y/N) stared getting some last minute warding in before he would practice the spell from Rowena’s book. Rowena, another lost, but her story ended better as Queen of Hell. 

“Hey...” Sam said, seeing that (Y/N) had stopped warding and was staring off into nothingness. She looked at him. 

“You holding up alright?” He asked, as if he needed to be worried about her right now after he lost someone he loved so dearly. 

“No.” She shook her head, putting the cap on her can of black spray paint, “Not at all. If Dean... If Dean can’t kill Billie then we lose everyone and I lose everyone all over again.” She tried to steady her shaking hands by crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m terrified, Sam. And if this doesn’t work and I disappear... I don’t know...” 

“Dean’s got this. I know he does.” Sam said, trying to reassure her. 

“I hope so.” She said, looking around. 

-

Finally after warding was done, Sam was finishing with Rowena’s spell, “Has virtutes conliga, eas integra, eas firma, nos omnes serva.” The sigils on the walls around them glowed a bright red color, showing that the magic had worked. Everyone in the room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“So now what do we do?” Charlie asked from across the room. 

“We wait.”

(Y/N) looked around, seeing a family in the corner. A mother and father, on a foldable bed were their young daughters. One of whom, (Y/N) watched vanish. The other girl screamed as her sister disappeared. (Y/N) covered in mouth in shock and to cover the sobs that bubbled in her throat. It hadn’t worked. They were all going to disappear. 

“Sam?” Bobby looked on in horror. The mother looked around for her missing child, tears falling. 

“Dana, where's your sister?” The hunter asked his daughter. 

“I don't know!” The little girl screamed. 

“It's not working.” Sam’s voice shook. 

The family started to panic along with everyone else, crying out for their missing child. The remaining girl ran towards her parents to embrace them before the whole family disappeared. That’s when it started, hunters tried to escape, others hugged trying to spend their final moments with their loved ones. 

(Y/N) closed her eyes tightly, waiting to disappear, while still hearing the panic around her. 

“Sam, what do we do?!” Charlie shouted, Sam didn’t answer meaning Charlie had disappeared. 

“Sam?!” She heard Donna’s panicked voice and then more silence. 

After a moment, (Y/N) opened her eyes. Still in the silo the only one remaining besides Jack and Sam. She was still here? But how?

Sam rushed forward to her, touching the top of her head and her shoulders, his mind racing, after a moment he hugged her tightly, like he was willing her to stay in existence. 

After standing their for a while, the group decided to leave the silo, back to the surface, to an empty world. Sam had been trying to call Dean, but was getting no answer. It made (Y/N) heart sink. 

She lost him too. She lost him again. 

She wasn’t strong enough. She didn’t work hard enough. She should have insisted on going with him. Even if he wasn’t hers, she still should have done more. 

“Sam? Was it just them?” Jack asked. 

“...I don't know.” 

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Baby’s

Don’t look at me I’m so fucking emo

I want this for Dean so bad

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 1079

Dean never realized how much cleaning went into owning a bar.

He’s spent a lot of time in bars, and more often than not they’re greasy, crusty, smell like cigarette smoke and sweat and stale beer.  But not his place.  Nah, Baby’s is gonna be clean, with one of the shiny bars you always see in movies, with a ton of beers on tap.  It’s a place he’s always dreamed of, obviously, since Michael stuck him there when he was in control, but he tries not to think about that.  Those memories were hazy anyway.

He found this place by accident, maybe the last of Chuck’s luck, maybe the universe throwing him a bone.  (He has saved it a few times, after all).  The place is perfect, right in the middle of Texas, so he has the blazing summers to look forward to, but he can do without the winters in Kansas, so it’s a fair enough trade.

It’s an honest to god roadhouse, the perfect mix of bar and home, especially with the apartment situated above it.  The whole place needs some serious TLC, but he doesn’t mind.  For the first time in his life, he doesn’t have anywhere else to be.

He fixes up the little garage first, taking the tools he had scrounged from the bunker and from his own supply when he left and storing them carefully in the backseat when he leaves for the last time, taking a long look in the rearview before he matches Sam and Eileen’s tire tracks and turns the opposite direction.  He strips the wood, sands it, clears it of debris and weeds and trash, spends his first days at the new place outside in the sun, listening to his favorite songs on Spotify from his phone.

Finally, after five days, his first of many projects is done.  The garage is fit for a queen, which is, well, perfect really.  Dean parks the Impala and covers her carefully in a sheet.  She’s finally semi-retired.

He heads inside, hoping against hope that the pipes wouldn’t rust out on him and he can get a good shower.

“How’s it look?” Cas looks up from his place at the bar, where he’s in a ratty t shirt that’s already covered in wood stain, scrubbing the bar with so much vigor that Dean is kinda scared it’ll snap in half.

“It’s done.  She’s parked.”

Cas smiles at him, and Dean can’t help but return it with everything he has. 

He had thought, maybe, that Cas would want to go out on his own, being human and everything now.  Looking back, that was kind of stupid, but Dean had felt like he was twenty pounds lighter when Cas had slid into the passenger seat of the Impala saying nothing but,

“Where to?”

They spend the next six months fixing the place up from seam to seam, from the rotted floors to the dingy bathroom, to the apartment upstairs.  With their sweat and blood and ten thousand trips to Home Depot, they make the place into something that has only ever lived in Dean’s dreams.

And as they clean and repair and replace and build, that thing that he had always tried his best to force into the lowest, darkest part of himself.  That thing with Cas.  That was allowed to grow.  It was more natural than anything else.  More natural to lean over a beer and kiss Cas than it was to start the engine of the Impala.  Something that was a given, never to be questioned again.

“What’s the name?” Sam asks over the phone one Sunday morning, while Dean organizes their first ever liquor shipment and Cas tries to figure out how to put a tap together.

“I was thinking Baby’s.”

“For the Impala?” he can hear Sam’s smirk through the phone.

“Yeah...and for Dirty Dancing too.”

One last homage to Lee, even after everything.

“Wow, chick flick king over here,” Sam laughs, “Well, Eileen and I found a great little place up in Montana, you and Cas should come visit when you get a break.”

“We won’t ever get a break,” Cas cuts in, rolling his eyes and huffing in frustration, “He’s already got us working eighteen hour days.”

“What can I say, I’m a business owner now,” Dean winks at Cas, who’s mouth lifts at the flirtation.

“Well whatever, you should come see the place when you get the chance.”

“Will do Sammy.  I’ll talk to you next week.”

“Sure thing, bye man, bye Cas.”

Dean doesn’t really expect much business.  They are a little...off the beaten path, but they’re close enough to a small town that they get a few curious locals who quickly become their regulars.  And those regulars bring in people who bring in people who make Dean and Cas busier than they ever were as hunters. 

Dean’s crowning achievement is the purple neon sign, with pink and deep blue accents, that they set up above the place.  Baby’s.  His place.  He swells with pride every time he looks at it, and doesn’t even complain when Cas makes them switch sides of the bed because it bothers his eyes at four in the morning.

They have to hire two more bartenders in six months, and Dean suddenly feels like a real owner.  He loves playing bartender and slinging drinks much more than the boring paperwork, but Cas helps him with that.  They’ve always made a great team.

Dean feels like he spends most of his free time cleaning now.  If he was downstairs, he was always armed with a bottle of disinfectant spray and a dishrag.  Cas calls him a germaphobe.  Dean says he’s not and then kisses Cas to prove it.  Cas just shakes his head and goes back to wiping glasses.

Dean doesn’t realize it until about a year in, but he looks around at the bustling place, with pool tables and foosball and classic arcade games that Dean bought for a song and fixed up himself, with the line of craft beers he’d always wanted, with Cas by his side, throwing his head back at a joke one of the regulars is telling, Dean realizes that he might be really, truly happy for the first time in his life.

And it was all down to a roadhouse.

Dean finally gets the piece of Heaven he’s always deserved.  Funny enough, maybe fitting enough, it just happened to be here on earth the whole time.

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[i-call-me-clarence]

Life’s a Cemetery (Dig It)

Kevin and Jack get their hands dirty on grave duty. 

Rated G 

Suptober Day 6: Cemetery Boys

Fic below the cut

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“You sure you’re good?” Dean asks for the third time. 

“Kevin is here, and if anything happens we have angel blades and silver bullets,” Jack answers, making a little wave motion at Kevin who’s silently asking him how much longer he’s going to be on the phone. Kevin rolls his eyes and goes back to leaning on his shovel, refusing to start digging until Jack joins him. Jack doesn’t want to keep him waiting any longer, “Dean, I’m sorry, but I have to--”

“And you’ve got the iron poker, right? And the holy water?”

“We still have everything in the pack you left us.” 

“But did you double-check? A real hunter always double checks, triple even--”

Before Jack can respond Kevin is taking the phone from Jack’s hands, “Believe it or not the ex-god and current prophet know what they’re doing. Bye.” and he hangs up the phone. 

Jack gives Kevin an apologetic shrug of his mouth as Kevin hands back the phone, slapping it into Jack’s hand. “He’s protective.”

“He’s turned into a helicopter parent. If I wanted that I’d just go back home.” 

“But that would put your mother at risk.” Jack tilts his head in confusion.

Kevin rolls his eyes and tosses Jack a shovel, “Come on. Let’s get this done before the sun goes down.” 

---

Three hours after sunset and they’re still digging. Jack started feeling lightheaded thirty minutes ago, and it’s gotten to the point where he needs to sit down. 

“I’m sorry, I have to--” Jack ends up thunking down on his butt before he can finish.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kevin asks warily, stopping his digging and leaning against his shovel, “Is the talisman wearing off or something?” 

“I--I don’t have a talisman,” Jack’s body is shaking and he’s starting to feel nauseous. Perhaps he should have listened to his body hours ago when it screamed at him to rest. But Kevin had kept going and he’d said he wouldn’t dig alone so…

“You don’t have an energy talisman?!” Kevin gaps at him and drops his shovel, “Are you kidding me?! You do realize you’re basically human now?” 

How could Jack forget? Being human was so difficult that it was impossible not to be reminded of it constantly. Even when he slept. He didn’t use to sleep as a Nephilim...or as God. But Amara’s taking care of that now. Letting Jack have a ‘normal childhood’ as she’d said. Something she was envious of and didn’t want Jack to miss. ‘Even Chuck let himself have one. After he invented the concept.’ when she’d told him that it was clear she was hiding a deep sadness. Jack had decided after his childhood was over, he’d take over as God again so she could have one too.  

“How are you even standing?!” 

“I’m...not.” 

Kevin looks at Jack, taking notice of the way he was starting to sway a little. Before cursing and getting down on his knees next to Jack. 

He grabs a hold of both sides of the necklace his talisman was supposedly attached to, “I’m going to regret this,” Kevin groans, before taking off the necklace and holding it out to Jack. A green light pulses from Kevin’s chest, swirling around his arm, before being sucked into the little medallion hanging from the golden chain in Kevin’s outstretched hand. 

Jack quickly takes the necklace, seeing the sudden strain in Kevin. As soon as he has it, Kevin lays back with a dull thud as his body hits the earth. 

“Oh my god,” he gasps, suddenly breathing very heavily. “Worst part about that talisman,” he pants, “After you take it off, you feel every bit of exertion. All at once. Oh, I’m gonna die.” 

Jack puts on the talisman and instantly feels better. Better than he’d felt since turning human. He wonders what would happen if you kept the necklace on all the time--

“And if you’re tingling from the charm and wondering ‘why can’t I wear this all the time,’” Kevin says in a deep mocking voice that sounded suspiciously like Dean, “Just look at me after five hours. Imagine a week, or even just a whole day.”

“It kills you?”

“It kills you.”

“I can finish this alone.” 

“Yeah, but first,” Kevin tried to sit up, grunting in pain, “Help me out of this damn hole.”

---

It had been an hour since Jack started digging by himself, making a grand total of eight hours. Just a constant monotony of stab scrape shovel. At least Jack felt pretty good with this talisman, and at least they were almost done. 

Stab, scrape, shovel. Stab scrape shovel. Stab--THUD!

Jack gasps in surprise, and Kevin leans over the opening of the hole to look down at Jack equally surprised, and elated. 

“Oh my god,” he laughs, falling back on the grass, “We finally did it,” Jack hears him say. And then he groans, “But now I have to move.”

“If I were still God I could read this. Or create new eyes that could,” Jack notes, scrapes the remaining dirt off the coffin with his hands. 

“If you were still God we probably wouldn’t even need this spell. And if we did, you could just teleport the tome out without all this bullshit.” 

A reneged sector of angels, lead by the angel Inias, had decided to declare war on all remaining prophets. They thought they could use them to find a way to spy on Amara and overthrow her from, well, Goddesshood. This was the grave of a prophet, and inside was a tome they were buried with that held a spell to make prophets invisible to angels and demons. Probably how she lived long enough to die of old age. At first Jack had been sad, thinking this would mean he wouldn’t get to see Kevin anymore. But Sam said he was pretty sure that he could rework the spell so any angels or demons that gave of their blood in the ceremony would be able to still see prophets. 

Jack hopes so.

Kevin leans his head over the grave again, wincing. “Wow, now that you’ve uncovered it, those sigils are really bright.” 

Jack agrees, though what seemed like blue glowing sigils to them wouldn’t appear at all to normal humans.

Jack opens his mouth to say so but is cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket.

“Is that Dean again?” Kevin asks tersely. 

Jack checks the caller ID and nods.

“Hand it here,” Kevin says, lunging his arm forward and down.

Jack hands over the phone and Kevin rolls back over with it, out of sight.

“Dean?” Jack hears him say. “Bring burgers and water.” A pause where Kevin must have been about to hang up because he says, “Oh, and get your asses over here.” and Jack hears a beep from the call ending. 

“Here you go,” Kevin dangles his arm over into the grave, phone in hand.

-----

They eat inside the impala--Kevin mostly chugs water at first--with the engine idling and cabin lights on. Kevin and Jack are both filthy, but Dean doesn’t mind. ‘Part of bein’ a Hunter’ he’d said. Back in the old times, Cas or Jack would clean everybody up. But seeing as they were both human now, he and Kevin were doomed to be dirt-covered.

“How did it go?” Castiel asks from the front seat, mouth half full of burger, “You didn’t run into any problems?” Castiel had been wearing his regular suit before he’d left but was now wearing a space cats hoodie he’d gotten for himself when he took Jack to Hot Topic. He must have brought it with him in the car.

Kevin stops chugging water to answer, “No ghouls, no cops, no cemetery keepers or grieving loved ones, though that last one would be unlikely seeing as she was buried three hundred years ago. Where’s my burger?”

“Got you four,” Dean grins and waggles his eyebrows. 

“I may just be able to eat that many.”

“Yeah and I’ll finish whatever you don’t. That goes for everybody.” Dean continues.

“Didn’t you just get back from a dinner date?” Kevin asks suspiciously, “Actually, if you didn’t, don’t answer, I don’t wanna know.”

“We did just get back from dinner…” Cas starts slowly. “It was, uh...fancy.” 

“Too fancy,” Dean grumbles.

“Ah. Small portion sizes.” Kevin nods, but then pauses, “Aren’t you supposed to have fifteen courses or something?”

“Yeah well, we got a call three courses in to deliver some emergency burgers.” Dean shrugs, “Prefer the burgers anyway.” 

“Jack, are you wearing an amulet?” 

Jack jerks as he realizes he forgot to take it off, “Uh oh,” he says, setting down his burger. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”

“What’s happening?” Dean asks looking around the cabin, panicked.

“Jack left an energy talisman on too long.” Cas sighs, looking sorry.

“Ohoho buddy,” Dean says into the air,  smiling but also looking kind of sorry too, and even more so when he meets Jack’s eyes. He pauses. “Yeah bud, uh, that’s gonna be a bitch to take off.” He frowns.

Jack grabs the golden chain--

“Woah, man, what are you doing?” Kevin gasps after having grabbed Jack’s arm and stopping him from taking off the talisman. 

“Will it kill me?” Jack asks everybody, suddenly nervous.

“Well, no,” Dean begins, winces, “It’s just gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Then shouldn’t I get it over with?” Jack asks, confused.

“You might pass out,” Castiel warns gently.

“You’re probably gonna wanna go with the passing out,” Kevin says, putting a bracing arm on Jack’s shoulder “It’ll suck less.”

Kevin nods at him and Jack takes that as a sign it’s time to take the talisman off. He lifts the chain up and off, and then something strange happens. 

A green light swirls from both Jack and Kevin’s chests and swirls into the amulet. 

Both of them double over. 

“Woah! You kids alright?” Dean asks, lunging a hand over the backseat to touch Jack’s back, as Castiel quickly spins out of the car and back in at Kevin’s door, holding him up, checking his eyes and tongue, he goes to stick his finger in Kevin’s ear to take his temperature before remembering he can’t do that anymore. 

“Kevin? Are you okay? Jack! Jack, are you okay?” Castiel asks urgently.

“Goddammit,” Kevin sighs, “Twice in one night, oh man I’m really gonna die.” then he looks at Castiel before reassuring, “Really, it wasn’t that bad.” Kevin turns to Jack, “How do you feel?”

“...Not that bad,” he answers truthfully.

“Hot damn.” Dean is smiling, leaning back into his seat, “Well now we know that’s a thing!” 

“It could potentially save lives,” Castiel agreed. “I’ll have Sam tell the other hunters...though this may just be a situational occurrence between a prophet and a Nephilim. Who knows really.”

“It was still pretty cool,” Dean defends. 

Castiel gets back into the car. 

“And I’m not denying that. Why do you always jump to conclusions?”

“What are you talking about ‘always?’” Dean grunts back and starts up the car, pulling out of the cemetery parking lot.

Kevin and Jack tune Dean and Cas out. 

“That was pretty cool,” Kevin says.

“Yeah,” Jack frowns, looking at his friend. “We’re going to perform the ceremony when we get back.” This may be one of the last times he ever sees or hears him again.

Kevin puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder, “It’s going to be okay. Even if we have to do it by proxy for a little while, I won’t stop being your friend. Okay?” 

Jack smiled, putting a hand on Kevin’s shoulder too, which may have been weird or awkward but seemed like the thing to do. 

Kevin smiles at Jack before patting his shoulder and saying “I’m going to pass out now.” 

Jack nods and Kevin immediately drops his head back onto his seat and starts snoring. 

Jack leans back in his own seat, feeling exhausted as well. Dean and Cas have stopped arguing and put the radio on low, laughing at j=okes here and there as they talk softly. 

The running engine and metronome light of street lamps going by, and the familiar classic rock playing all seemed to be in some sort of competition with who could lull Jack to sleep first. The sound of the impala won. 

The End

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[thiscastielhasflown]

day one of j&kcreatorfest (with @expectingtofly)— prompts: diner and road trip cas is a human, he goes on a road trip with dean (who secretly loves guy fieri) and they visit jody who is honestly just a third-wheel. (2.4k)

"Can you move more towards my left?"

Cas stares blankly at Dean who is holding a vintage Polaroid camera up to his eyes and frantically gesturing with his other hand indicating which side for the other man to move towards. Blinking rapidly, Cas nervously looks from side to side before planting his feet in a new spot, kicking up dust onto his newly acquired pair of tennis shoes.

"No no, a little bit more to the right now. Just one more step—"

Cas awkwardly takes baby steps while watching Dean, making sure he's on the right track. His legs still getting used to walking again after their non-stop drive from a small town outside of Billings, Montana since earlier that same morning. Dean insisted they get a head start to the first location before the families end up "taking all of the good parking spots".

This is their first solo hunt since Cas became his current human form, something he still isn't entirely confident with yet — and most likely never will be. After giving himself about a month to recuperate and time to get used to his "new" body, it was probably about time to get back into the swing of things again. Hunting, the only sense of prior reality that has continued to follow him into his new life.

It was clear to Dean the change in Cas' demeanor, noticing that he was sulking around the bunker more often (only during the times when he actually leaves his bedroom), and a certain spark he used to have no longer made its presence. Ultimately, it was Sam who suggested the trip, mentioning that a hunter friend of theirs had called to inform them about a vampire infestation near Billings and politely asked for extra support.

Cas insisted that Sam should be the one to take his place, even offering to stay back in the bunker to give it a deep clean it so desperately needed. In standard Dean Winchester fashion, he patted Cas on the back and said that they'd make a mid-summer vacation out of it. Of course, at this point, Cas had no say on the subject and woke up the next morning with a backpack pre-packed ready for him.

"Ah, there! Perfect! Now stay exactly where you are, don't even think about moving a muscle. Hold your breath if you have to."

With no hesitation, Cas sucks in an exaggerated deep breath and inflates his cheeks to keep the oxygen inside his mouth. Dean rolls his eyes behind the camera before pressing the shutter button that lets out an audible CLICK and coinciding blinding light of the flash going off.

Once the polaroid ejects from the camera, Dean pulls it out and gives it a light shake, letting his camera dangle around his neck by its convenient strap.

"Well, that's as good as we're going to get it,” Dean closes the distance between him and Cas, walking up to turn him back around so he's facing the correct side of the landscape.

The two stand next to each other looking off into the vastness of terracotta-colored canyons carved into the earth below them. Cas has to contain every bone in his body from reaching out to grab the hand of Dean's already brushing up against his.

“Here, can you hold onto this?” Dean hands over the undeveloped photo to Cas, who nods and grabs onto it delicately.

They stand in silence for a couple of minutes basking in their panoramic view, the sound of gleefully screaming children and stern parents echoing around them until Cas finally speaks up, "So where exactly are we again Dean?"

Dean gasps in exaggerated surprise, "Badlands National Park in South Dakota Cas, one of the greatest wonders in the United States and possibly even the world. I'm serious. Take a look here—"

Dean pulls out the complimentary map of the park and flips to the back page, "—a man named Frank Lloyd Wright called the badlands an, “inescapable sense of mysterious". Only a badass like him would make a comment like that. Have you been anywhere else in your life this awe-inspiring?"

Cas pauses, "Yes. Galaxy GN-z11 located about 13.4 billion light-years from here."

Dean opens his mouth to say something before shutting it promptly, giving himself more time to formulate a response, "Well. Alright Mr. Showoff, anything else you wanna share with the class?"

"You asked, so I answered," Cas answers in a monotone voice, "I guess, now that I'm a human, it's the second most beautiful thing I've seen."

"Huh. Then what was the first?"

Don't say it. Cas swallows his inner thoughts and shrugs his shoulders, "It's a secret."

Dean shoves Cas playfully to the side and laughs, "Since when have you started keeping secrets from me?"

Cas fakes a laugh in response and lets his head hang down to cover the tinge of a blush creeping across his face.

"I didn't just bring you here for the scenery, does the name sound familiar to you?"

Cas tilts his head to the side in interest, "Name, Dean? What name?"

Dean sighs and shuts his eyes for a second, “Bandlands, like the movie. I made you watch it."

"Oh yes, I do remember. Starring Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek as star-crossed murdering lovers," Cas turns his head to look at Dean, "Are you insinuating we're like them?"

"N-no, well—not exactly? I mean, we've both killed...things before but I'm not insinuating we should go on a murdering spree. Unless we come across another pack of vamps. But this is our vacation with no work allowed, you hear me?"

Dean claps at Cas' shoulder, giving it a good squeeze before letting go, "Time to head out buddy, better to get on the road now so we can make it to the Corn Palace before it closes."

Cas stands confused as he watches Dean take off on the path towards the area they parked the Impala, "Corn Palace?"

****

Staring into the sun setting over the horizon in front of him as he drives, Dean reaches into his pocket to pull out his cell phone and holds it up to his ear. He lets his eyes raise to look out the rearview mirror while the phone rings.

"Hey Jody, are you home right now?"

Jody hesitates on the other side of the phone, "Odd question but yes I am. Everything okay?"

"We're about an hour out from your homestead and were wondering if the two of us could bunk over tonight.”

"Of course! You and Sam are always welcome to stay over anytime."

Dean looks over at Cas fast asleep in the passenger seat next to him, a souvenir foam cob of corn hat from the Corn Palace gift shop functioning as a comfortable barrier between his head and the window, “No, it’s uh—Cas and I. Sammy isn't with us.”

"Well, that's a change for once. Regardless, I'll leave the front door unlocked. Just come in and make yourself at home."

"Will do, see you soon. Bye," Dean hangs up the phone and places it back in his lap, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to pass the remaining driving time.

Once Dean turns down Jody's familiar street corner he calls out into the darkness of the car, "Cas, can you wake up for me? We're almost at our stopping point of the night."

Cas stirs, making a low humming sound but continues to sleep. Dean curses under his breath and turns into Jody's driveway and parks the car, thinking of the best plan to get not only their bags — but Cas — into the house in one piece.

He decides on starting with the bags first, reaching into the backseat area to grab them off of the floorboard carefully as possible without bonking Cas' sleeping body. Holding onto one in each hand, he exits the vehicle without trying to disturb his sleeping passenger.

"Hey there Dean, good to see ya!" Jody leans in for a hug and Dean maneuvers with the bags to give her a proper hug back, "Where's Cas?"

"Dead asleep in the car. I gotta go—" Dean signals towards the door with his thumb, "wrangle him out of there."

"I'll go put these bags in the guest room, take as much time as you need."

Dean walks off back towards the car, formulating a plan in his head. When reaching the car, he slowly opens the passenger side door and Cas instinctively leans away from it, cuddling up against the center console.

"Cas. Hey Cas, we're at Jody's house," Dean leans in to unbuckle Cas from the seat, jostling him enough in hopes of waking him up, "come on now, if you get up now you can go right back to sleep in a comfy bed."

Cas sleepily grumbles and holds out his arms, to which Dean grabs a hold of and pulls him up from the seat. The corn hat in the process toppling off of his head and onto the seat behind him. Dean pulls Cas' arm around his shoulder and locks his arm around his waist for stability, marching with him up towards Jody's house.

Jody holds the front door open for them, giving Dean a sympathetic look, and whispers, "The guest room is the first door on the right."

With the covers already pulled back, Dean plops Cas into the bed and adjusts his legs, pulling the covers up along with, "Good night," he murmurs before walking out of the room and closing the door quietly behind him.

Jody stands in the area between the living room and kitchen stirring a cup of tea, yawning slightly when Dean enters the living room, "I'm gonna head off to bed, there are leftovers in the fridge so help yourself. You look beat."

Dean scratches at the back of his head in exhaustion, "Been a long couple of days. I'm ready to stretch out on this couch and watch the back of my eyelids."

"Oh, you aren't..." Jody points in the general direction of the guest bedroom.

Dean's eyes widen in embarrassment, "No! I-I mean, Cas is in there, and uh, we didn't get time to talk about sleeping arrangements. So. Yeah. The couch."

"Sorry for...insinuating anything—something. There's a basket of blankets for you to pick from in the closet and I'm going to leave you be now. Get some good sleep, Dean."

"You too Jody, see you in the morning," with a slight wave of his hand, Dean awkwardly watches his friend retreat towards her bedroom. He plops down on the couch and sighs, putting his head in his hands.

****

Cas, Dean, and Jody sit at a tiny table located by the kitchen entrance in one of Sioux Falls’ biggest up-in-coming foodie restaurants, Bread & Circus Sandwich Kitchen — thanks to the exposure from being shown on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, one of Dean's favorite shows. The place was packed to the gills, the trio even had to wait for 45 minutes before getting a table. They only got in this soon because Jody managed to bribe the host with her position within the city.

They skim over the menu, making comments on certain dishes before the waiter finally approaches the table, “Hey there, I’m Jeremy. What can I get y’all to eat?”

Without hesitation, Dean speaks up first, “Guy’s fried chicken sandwich and a side of fries for me.”

Jeremy nods and writes down the order on a pad of paper before point his pen in the direction of Jody, “And for you Ms. Mills?”

“Oh Jer, you should know my usual at this point. The curried cauliflower with an extra side of sauce.”

“Perfect perfect…” he nods his head while writing before flashing a smirking smile at Cas, “Last but not least, what are you havin’?”

“Could I get just the standard burger? Oh, and a side of—”, Cas pauses and leans in closer to the menu to read, “—‘Naughty Fries’ please.”

Dean’s eyes narrow at Jeremy’s clear flirting, but he internally thanks his friend for still being so naive to pick up on the implication.

“I’ll go put these orders in, if you need anything else just flag me down,” Jeremy reaches for their menus and Dean takes this opportunity to shove his at the man a little harder than he should. Payback is sweet.

While their food cooks, the group takes this time to do some catching up with each other. Jody asks about how Sam is doing (“He’s trying to grow a beard and he looks like a grizzly bear” says Dean — Cas agrees to this statement), hunter-related gossip, and about their trip so far.

When Jeremy returns with the food, he sets them in front of each coinciding person before wishing them "good eats" and walks away to tend other tables.

"I've been waiting for this moment for months now," Dean licks his lips before holding the sandwich up to his mouth and taking a decent bite of it, letting out a pleasing crunch sound. Within moments his face changes its expression, lips pursing together with food squished in between each.

“You don’t like it, don’t you?” Jody asks, studying Dean’s reaction to his first bite.

Dean nods and reaches for his drink, using it to wash down the rest of the chewed-up sandwich, “It’s...alright. Not as good as I thought though. Guy made it look a lot better.”

“Switch with me,” Cas speaks up.

“What?”

Cas grabs ahold of Dean’s plate and switches it with his own, picking it up right away and taking a bite of it. Jody looks intently between the both of them, choosing to say out of what’s going on before beginning to eat again.

Dean is left staring with his mouth wide open before looking down at the burger now in front of him, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You ordered a burger because you knew I wouldn’t like the sandwich, right?”

Cas shrugs and continues to eat his new food. Dean shoots a look at Jody to points at the plate in front of him, signaling him to 'eat', which he complies.

Once they're all finished, Jody insists on paying for the food and after arguing at the table, she ends up paying regardless. Wrapping up their conversation, Jody gets a phone call for "official business" leaving the both of them with hugs.

Dean excuses himself to go to the bathroom, telling Cas to go wait for him at the front entrance. Wiping his still-damp hands on his pants, he approaches Cas who is shuffling through complimentary postcards.

"You should get one of those."

Cas jumps and turns to look at Dean, "I can't choose though. Help me?"

Dean grabs one that looks almost like the same part of the badlands they looked out on yesterday, "This one, so you'll never forget."

"I'll never forget this Dean."

****

(original photos i took on my nintendo dsi during my own south dakota bandlands trip that i still somehow have -- dated august 7, 2011)

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[dcforts]

fix it fic. 15.20 spoilers 1.5k. ao3

The reaper they send looks at him with compassion. It’s not anyone he knows.

“Welcome, Dean,” she says, “Are you ready to move on?”

Dean blinks, looks back at where he was a second ago, where Sam is still hunched over his lifeless body.

He says, “No, my brother – first I need to make sure he’s gonna be alright.”

She smiles reassuringly and tells him, “He will be.”

But Dean insists, says, “Look, you don’t know me, but I know your boss -”

“I know you, Dean. But without Chuck, things have changed. You’re just like everyone else now.”

Right, no Billie anymore. Just an old regular Death that doesn’t care about him.

“Yeah, well, then let me stick around awhile. As a ghost or something,” he looks back once again at Sam, carrying his body out of the barn, “After everything I did. I'm just asking for this,” he begs. “It won’t be long. Just- just give me a day.”

She accepts.

*

So he sees his funeral.

There’s Jody, and Donna, by Sam’s side. There are the girls, tears streaked faces and broken voices. Kaia doesn’t leave Claire’s side the whole time. Garth is there too, Charlie with Stevie and a whole bunch of hunters he met down the literal road. It’s an impressive turn up, if he’s being honest.

Dean has always thought about how his funeral would look like. Before Sam, he thought his body would just rot away in some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, forgotten. He’d hated that. Later, he’d pictured his brother lighted by the fire of his pyre, alone and miserable. He’d hated that even more.

But things had changed and he’d changed and he’d let people in and fought to hold on to them and to do right by them. And he is proud of what he’s done for them and for the whole world; he wouldn’t change a thing. His life had been a difficult one, but he’d known love and family and that was the important part.

Now they are there, saying thank you and goodbye. And he realizes, he was silly to worry about Sam not being alright. Of course he’s going to be alright. He can see it in the way he gets shepherd to the car, fussed over, held, in the way Eileen never lets go of his hand.

So when the reaper comes again and asks “Are you ready, Dean?”, he says, “Yeah, we can go now.”

*

It’s only fair Bobby is the one to welcome him. He hugs him and Dean breathes in car oil and gun powder, and the inside of his house, old books and cheap booze. He doesn’t even question how is that possible.

“Good to see you, boy,” he says in the same gruff voice.

“You know that me being here means I’m dead, right?” he jokes, but accepts the beer Bobby hands him and sits next to him.

“Everybody dies, you ain’t special,” he replies with half a smile. “How was Sam?”

“Oh, you know. I’m sure he’s dealing.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be here soon.”

Dean scoffs, “Hell, I hope not. I hope he lives the longest life, so he can tell me all about it when he comes up.”

Bobby clinks his bottle against his in agreement.

He is the one who tells him about Heaven – points in the distance at Rufus’ house, his own house. He is the one who tells him about Jack. And Cas.

Dean is surprised and gets a little chocked up. “I thought he was in the Empty. I thought – I thought Jack couldn’t reach him there.”

If he thinks that he could have -

But Bobby smiles and takes a sip. “Well, you’re right, but you think that would’ve stopped Jack from trying? He’s your son, after all,” he says and Dean is filled with pride and affection. “But when he got there, turns out, Cas was fighting from the inside.” Dean huffs a laugh and Bobby follows suit. “They broke everyone free, sent the Empty back to sleep. They’re all at peace now.”

“Wh-when did this happen?”

“Who knows. Time is different here. You’ll get used to it.”

Dean waits for Bobby to offer up some other information, but he stays silent.

So he takes a breath and starts, “Is - Cas, is he -?”, but Bobby cuts him off with a look.

“He sure knows you’re here. You just gotta call him.”

Dean nods and swallows but stays put, beer forgotten in his hand.

Another moment passes, then Bobby says, “Go, boy,” and Dean doesn’t look but he knows for a fact there is an eye-roll involved.

That gets him out of his chair and out of the shade of the porch, under a sun that is not too warm, nor too cold. “Thanks Bobby,” he looks back.

He nods and says, “Hey, when you’re done, come over at my place. I’d like you to meet my Karen,” and Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen such happiness in his eyes.

*

He takes a few steps from the Roadhouse but when he turns back again, the pub seems miles away and then there’s the Impala right beside him.

“Hey, Baby,” he says, touching her hood affectionately. He leans against her, closes his eyes and concentrates. “Don’t worry. We’re gonna take off in a minute. Just wanted to know if someone wants to come along for a ride?”

He feels brave and light but holds his breath in the defining silence that follows. Before he can feel like a fool though, he hears a flap of wings right in front of him.

He can’t contain the smile that takes over his face. He waits a second more before opening his eyes.

“I would love to.”

Cas is beautiful. Dean has seen him powerful, and he’s seen him determinate, but he’s never seen him so peaceful and ethereal. He looks like home and like something so out of Dean’s reach – except that’s not true. He told him himself that he was wrong about that. The light shines on his face and he’s got a little smile that reminds Dean of one time on the side of a darkly lit road a lifetime ago.

Dean closes the distance in a heartbeat and wraps his arms around him and holds tight. “Hey, Cas.”

He feels the fabric of the trenchcoat against his skin and Cas’ strong arms and warm hands around him and if he didn’t already know he was in Heaven he would have started to suspect it right then. “Hello, Dean.”

They hold each other for a long time and Dean thinks of what Bobby said and wonders how many years are going by and how many more could go by before he gets sick of that.

He pulls back a little, just enough to look at his face but not enough to get out of his hold. He jokes, “You could’ve come find me at the gates, thrown me a welcome party.”

Cas presses his lips together. “I thought it was best to let you decide where you wanted to go and who you wanted to see.”

“And you thought I wouldn’t wanna see you?”

Cas hesitates but Dean cuts him off before he can say anything.

He cradles his face and makes sure Cas is looking straight at him when he says, “Cas. I love you too. Of course, I love you too,” and it comes out a little broken and a little breathy but he feels giddy and Cas is smiling and then there’s kisses, lips and hair through his fingers and a whole new shiny beautiful world. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me,” he says. “I’m so glad you’re here, I can’t believe my luck.”

Dean keeps thinking, Cas was right. All this time he thought that the best thing that could happen was to know that Cas loved him, but the way Dean feels now, seeing his eyes shining as he hears his words, yeah, nothing can beat that. He decides then, that he’ll tell him everything that Cas always deserved to hear and he’ll make sure he never forgets it. It may not make up for the time he spent doubting, but for sure he’ll try. Cas grabs his hand, “I feel the same way.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “So, what are we gonna do?”

“I could show you around. I thought I was offered a ride?”

“Yeah,” laughs Dean, pulling him along, walking backward towards the car. “You sure I’m not keeping you? I heard you’re big shot now.”

“I am God’s father. There are perks to the position,” Cas says, as they both get inside.

“Good. Hope that means you’re gonna stay. Cause I’m kinda sick of you getting out my sight.”

Cas looks back at him from the passenger seat, and it’s a sight Dean knows very well, but this time it’s different. This time he smiles and says the most amazing thing Dean could hope for.

He says: “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 6: Supernatural

I never get tired of writing tags to 12x2 (Mamma Mia) because Sam really needed some tlc after that.

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Day 6: Touch and Go

Prompts Used: bruises | touch starved | hunger

Fandom: Supernatural (tag to 12x2: “Mamma Mia”)

Character: Sam

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Sam slumped in the back of the Impala, arms wrapped around himself. Everything felt…wrong. He felt like he was shutting down. Everything just seemed to be happening at once. Not only had he been kidnapped and tortured for three days, but both his brother, and even more insanely, his mom had come back from the dead. Well, Mary had anyway, Dean, it turned out, hadn't died after all.

Not that that knowledge had helped Sam in any way when he had needed it the most. He just couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being trapped in that basement, not knowing what had happened to Cas or if he was okay, and certain that Dean had sacrificed himself to defeat Amara. Knowing that it was very likely no one would come for him. At least not before Toni and her bruiser got frustrated and killed him.

But he had been saved, and Dean and Cas were both alive (as well as his mother apparently) and now, for some reason, Sam just didn't know what to think. Maybe he was in shock, but…he just felt numb and adrift.

Cas got into the back of the car a few minutes later, sitting next to Sam.

"Dean is just finishing up with the Men of Letters," the angel told him as he turned to the younger Winchester with a pained look. "I'll heal you now while we're waiting."

Sam nodded tiredly, slumping back against the seats, body aching. He closed his eyes as Cas reached out and began to gently touch the worst of his injuries, fingers brushing across them as the glow of angelic grace warmed Sam's skin, putting flesh back together.

The soft touches felt…almost cathartic at the moment. After three days of suffering nothing more than pain and torture at the hands of his captors, these careful, caring ministrations from his friend nearly brought Sam to tears. As Cas reached up to cup his cheek, healing the rest of his injuries, Sam almost subconsciously leaned into his touch.

Cas seemed to realize he needed some human (or, human-angel) contact at the moment, because even when he had finished healing, he placed his hand on Sam's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Tired. Hungry," Sam sighed.

He felt rather than saw Cas smile since he couldn't find the strength to open his eyes. "Well, we'll make sure you get something to eat once we get back, but why don't you sleep for now?"

Sam nodded, grateful he could sleep safely, and slumped until he was resting against Cas' shoulder. He was out before Dean even got in the car and started driving them home.

XXX

Sam stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water flow over his skin, washing the dirt of the basement, the feeling of hopelessness, off of him. He had to force himself to get out and only his gnawing hunger forced him from under the hot water.

And Dean was waiting for him with a hot meal, because he was always there taking care of Sam when he needed him most.

And Sam realized in that moment, that with everything that had happened he hadn't really gotten the chance to greet his brother. To welcome him back from the dead. Again.

Dean looked up at him as Sam came into the kitchen with a smile. "Hey, Sammy. Hope sandwiches and soup are okay."

Sam kept going until he could wrap his arms around his brother, a relieved sigh escaping him as he squeezed Dean firmly, like he had been holding it in for a long time.

"Hey," Dean said with a fond chuckle, patting him gently on the back. "You okay, kiddo?"

Sam exhaled again, pressing his face into Dean's shoulder. "I am now," he said quietly, but he still didn't let go. He just needed this tactile reminder that his brother was here with him, alive, breathing. It was never something Sam took for granted given their track record and Sam needed to have his brother as close as possible in that moment, reminding him that he wasn't in that hell he had suffered for three days in that basement, alone and hurt.

Dean huffed and hugged Sam back tightly, squeezing until Sam could barely breathe, but it felt good to know that this wasn't some hallucination. That his brother was really here, solid, and warm, exactly what Sam needed in that moment.

The hug went on way longer than would have normally been considered acceptable between them, but Sam knew Dean wouldn't tease him this time. When they finally pulled away, Sam blinked wetness from his eyes and smiled as Dean reached up and patted his cheek.

"I'm glad you're okay," Dean told him sincerely.

"Yeah, me too," Sam whispered, clearing his throat.

Dean squeezed the back of his neck, and pushed him over to sit at the table. "Now come on, you need to eat something."

Sam obliged, and sat down to the food his brother had made him, feeling warmth flood him with the knowledge that he was finally home.

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language, blood, injuries, major character death (temporary death) 

Chapter 5-

You laid on the unfamiliar mattress staring up at the ceiling, listening quietly to see if Dean and Cas' argument was finish before getting up.

Slipping your boots back on, you walked out your room and came face to face with Cas, who had just stepped out of Dean's room after their heated argument.

"You heard all of that, didn't you?" Cas asked, but by the look on his face he already knew the answer. "Still think he feels the same way about me?"

"Yes, but... just... just give him some time." You suggested and Cas sighed, but nodded.

Suddenly, Sam's bedroom door opened across the hall as he stepped out, but froze when he saw you and Cas standing there.

"Everything alright?" Sam asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Yeah, was just telling Cas that we should go back over the map, figure out where to go next." You lied and to your relief Sam bought it.

"Good thinking. We should probably hit the road today. The more time we waste, the less chance we have of finding anyone." He responded before he turned away and walked downstairs to go over the map again.

"Thank you." Cas sighed, bringing your attention back to him.

"You helped me keep Daryl a secret from Sam and Dean for months, it's the least I could do. C'mon, let's help my brothers get a plan in motion." You said and Cas nodded in agreement.

You spent the following few hours figuring out where to go next and in the end you had somewhat of a plan formulated. You were going to go to Daryl's first, his small town was the closest to your current location. Then, you'd head north to Minnesota to find Donna, then to South Dakota for Jody and the girls, but that was as far as you'd planned.

There were holes in the plan though. So many damn holes and 'what ifs' to even count, but it was the only plan you had, so you were going to do it.

You just hoped that none of your friends had ventured too far and were still alive and surviving near their old homes, otherwise... well the chances of finding your friends, the chances of finding your boyfriend would be nearly impossible.

-

Then...

You sat in the back of the Impala while your brothers argued about what to do about the Mark of Cain and you were sick of hearing them fight.

You wanted to put your headphones in and block them out with music, but you had left them in the bunker. Rookie mistake.

So, instead you shot off a quick text to Daryl asking what he was up to. It had been a while since you and Daryl had seen each other. With the whole Mark of Cain thing, you hadn't been able to visit and you refused to let him come to the bunker, not wanting to put him in danger if something happened.

-Hey, not much. Merle's driving me fucking crazy though.

You smiled softly at his quick reply before you started typing your own.

-What's he done now?

-Gave himself a black eye with can opener. He's wasted.

You rolled your eyes and had to stop yourself from laughing out loud after reading that. His brother was always doing stupid shit, especially while drunk.

-Wish I could have been there to see it.

You glanced up from your phone to find Dean eyeing you through the revision mirror, but he didn't say anything to you before he focused back on the road. At least him and Sam weren't at each other's throats anymore.

-Why don't you just teleport and come here?

You missed Daryl and wanted nothing more than to go see him, but you couldn't leave your brothers. Not with everything going on at the moment, not with Dean on edge with the mark.

You knew Dean was trying to fight it, but he was struggling. He wouldn't be able to fight it forever, you knew that, Sam knew that, Cas too. Which was why you had to stick together and figure out how to get the mark off him.

-I can't. On a case with my brothers.

You had told Daryl about the Mark of Cain. Hell, he had held you while you cried about your worries for Dean. But, you hadn't told him much else about it.

-This got to do that mark? Dean, okay?

-Yeah, but Dean's okay. We might have a lead on something to fix it.

-That's good. Be careful, Angel.

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling at the nickname. You weren't even sure when he had started calling you that, but it clearly stuck and you loved it.

"Who are you texting? You keep smiling at your phone." Dean suddenly said, drawing your attention away from your phone to find your brother looking at you through the revision mirror and you rolled your eyes.

"Nobody bro, mind your own business." You responded causing Sam to chuckle softly as Dean glared at him.

"Relax. I just haven't seen you smile lately... well not since the mark. But, you don't need to worry about that, I'm fine." He insisted and you simply nodded, but you knew he was lying.

-Good luck with drunk Merle. I gotta go.

-Thanks, I'm gonna need it.

You smiled softly reading it before you turned your phone off and shoved it in your pocket.

"So, what's this lead that Charlie found?" You asked, leaning your forearms on the back of your brothers seats before Sam turned around and started explaining.

"Alright, so get this."

-

Now...

You had been on the road for two days now, driving during the day and setting up makeshifts camps at night. Most of which were just the four of you squished inside the safety of the Impala, but it was better than nothing.

Dean was starting to get back to his normal self, he wasn't taking his anger out on anyone or more specifically Cas. He was more talkative and positive now, which just made everything a whole lot easier.

You weren't sure if it was the conversation he had with Cas that you overhead a few days back at Rowena's that changed his mindset or not. Maybe it was just the fact that you now had a plan and could actually do something, that had gotten him into a better mood. Either way, you were relieved and it was clear that Sam and Cas were as well.

It was midday when Dean had pulled the car over in the middle of some tiny outback town. The town was only small, a few shops, a bar and the grocery store that Dean had pulled up in front.

You had tried to stay clear of towns, but you were running low on supplies. Sam had found this small out of the way country town on the map and figured that would be your best place to scavenge.

After a quick perimeter check and with the help of your super hearing, you were satisfied that there was nobody dead or alive around the grocery store, so you went in.

"Jackpot!" Dean shouted, the second the four of you entered the store causing Sam to hush him, but Dean just rolled his eyes. "Relax, Y/N said nobody's here. Look at this place, something good was bound to happen."

Dean was right. This place had barely been touched. It was almost as if the apocalypse hadn't touched the store, the shelves were all practically full and for once there wasn't a single dead body inside either. Dean was right, you had finally hit the jackpot.

"Let's split up, it'll be quicker." Sam suggested and you all nodded in agreement.

You ended up following Cas down the back of the store, shoving food and supplies into your backpack along the way.

You were only in the store for less than 20 minutes before it all turned to shit.

You could hear something outside and you had a bad feeling you knew what it was.

"Cas." You whispered, getting the angels attention from where he was further down the aisle.

"What's wrong?" He instantly asked, turning back towards you noticing the alarm in your tone.

"Zombies. They're outside, I can hear them." You answered, keeping your voice down as you reached Cas' side. "We need to get my brothers and go."

You could hear the growls of the zombies getting closer in the background and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before they'd reach the grocery store.

You grabbed the backpack of supplies and threw it over your shoulder. You glanced over at the dirty window trying to see if you could see any zombies, but the window was covered in too much dirt and grime to see through.

You followed Cas out the aisle you were scavenging and rushed back towards the front of the store where you could hear your brothers bickering with each other in the canned food aisle.

"Hey, we need to go." You shouted in a soft whisper.

"Why? This place hasn't even been touched." Dean responded, reaching for another can on the shelf as he glanced over in your direction, but immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw the look on yours and Cas' face.

"How long do we have?" Sam asked when suddenly loud banging erupted from the side of the store.

"I'm guessing none." Dean grumbled, shoving the last can into the duffle bag before he zipped it up and threw it over his shoulder. "Let's go."

Without saying anything the four of you made your way to the back door just as the sound of glass shattering filled the air and you knew the zombies had broken through the front windows.

You adjusted the strap of your backpack over your shoulders as Cas went to open the back door, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's locked." Cas stated as he tried to turn the door knob, but it was no use. Shit.

The growls of the zombies got louder causing you to quickly spin around and your eyes widened when you realised how many of them had gotten through the broken window and were heading towards you.

"Guys." You warned, pulling your angel blade out as you stepped forward, putting yourself between your family and the zombies.

"Cas, move." Dean ordered and the next thing you knew, he kicked the door open.

You spun around and followed the guys outside, but nearly ran straight into the back of Sam.

"What-" You began to question, but your voice died in your throat when you saw the mass amount of zombies outside.

"Back inside!" Dean shouted above the loud growling of the herd.

You quickly turned about to rush back inside, but you came face to face with more zombies.

"Any other ideas?" Sam frantically asked as you raised your angel blade and took out the zombie in the doorway before slamming the door shut, locking the ones inside the store up before you turned your attention back to the rest.

They were everywhere, doubling in size by the second and before you could even blink you were surrounded.

Behind you was the brick wall of the store that was filled with zombies and in front of you was a herd of them for as far as you could see.

You were fucked and by the panicked looks on your brothers and Cas' face, they knew it as well.

"Seriously, any ideas at all?" Sam repeated desperately, pulling out his demon knife as you all took a step back until your backs were basically against the wall.

You heard Dean swear under his breath as looked down at the gun in his hand uselessly knowing that a single gun wasn't going to do anything.

The assault rifles in the Impala would do some good right now, but the car was on the other side of the store. There was no way you'd make it even five metres let alone all the way back to the car.

"I got a bad idea." You announced, holding your backpack out to Sam who frowned, but took it as you tucked your angel blade away and stepped in front of all of them.

"Y/N, what are you-" Cas started to ask, but you didn't give him chance to finish.

You quickly raised your hands, using your powers as your eyes started glowing bright purple. In an instant the pain in your head started, but you ignored it as matching purple swirls came from your hands and you sent a shockwave of power at the herd.

You weren't entirely sure what happened after that.

One moment the zombies were staggering towards the group of you and the next thing you knew, you had killed over half of them. The remains of their corpses splattered on the ground, completely destroyed.

You didn't get a chance to really process the fact that the other half of the herd were already rushing towards you before the world started to spin.

Searing pain suddenly shot through your head as blood dripped from your nose and the next thing you knew the ground was rushing towards you.

"Y/N!" You thought someone shouted, but all you could register was your head slamming against the corner of the brick wall as you collapsed to the ground.

The splintering pain in your head suddenly quadrupled as something wet began to slide down your forehead. You were pretty sure you had split the corner of your head open, but you were to focused on not passing out to care.

Black dots clouded your vision as you struggled to stay conscious, but you knew you had to stay awake.

You forced your eyes open to find Cas and Dean crouched down in front of you with panicked expressions. Their lips were moving and you knew they were trying to talk to you, but you couldn't hear anything above the ringing in your ears.

Cas quickly placed his hand over your forehead and it took your foggy brain a few moments to realise that he was trying to heal the gash on your head. But, when he pulled his hand away it was clear that it didn't work with all the blood smeared over his palm.

Suddenly, Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, but your legs instantly buckled from underneath you and if it wasn't for him still holding you, you would have hit the ground again.

The world around you was still spinning even more when Dean appeared in front of you again, well three of him appeared in front of you.

Suddenly, Sam grabbed your arm and threw it over his shoulder, stopping you from collapsing.

Again, he was saying something, but you couldn't make out any of the words.

A moment later, Dean grabbed your other arm, throwing it over his shoulder before your brothers started to help you run in the opposite direction from the zombies, Cas taking the lead and taking down the few zombies in your way.

The next few minutes went by in a blur and before you knew it, your brothers were helping you inside some kind of building.

Slowly your hearing started to come back, the ringing in your ears lessening, but the pain radiating through your skull didn't. If anything it was getting worse and you weren't entirely if sure you were going to pass out or throw up.

Dean let go of your arm and disappeared for a moment, letting Sam lead you further into the building. He slowly helped you to the ground before he rushed back over to the front door to help close it as the zombies reached the building, their loud growling and banging coming from outside.

Your eyes fluttered shut and for a moment you considered just leaving them shut and drifting off into unconsciousness. No more pain, no more worry, no more anything. But, you couldn't do that. Your brothers needed you. Cas needed you.

Suddenly, a paid of hands cupped your face, snapping your eyes open to find Sam in front of you.

"Thank God." He sighed, dropping to the ground beside you as he pulled out a rag from his pocket and pressed it against your forehead causing you to wince in pain.

"Sorry. Sorry. Just don't pass out, please." Sam begged, holding the rag against the bleeding cut on your forehead.

"O-okay." You said weakly, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to get the world to stop spinning around you.

"We wait them out. Something might come by and distract them." Cas' voice suddenly said across the room.

You looked away from Sam to find Cas standing by the door, looking through the peep hole and you only just realised that you were in some kind of house. But, you could hear the herd outside, they were surrounding the building.

"And if we can't?" Dean asked, drawing your attention away from Cas to find your brother leaning against the wall across the room.

"Then we fight." Cas answered, stepping away from the door when the zombies continued to bash against it, trying to get in.

"We'll lose." Dean mumbled and you hated the sudden defeat and sadness in his tone. Dean had given up and if he had given up, you knew you were screwed. "I just lead us into another trap."

"Dean." Cas said, his tone softening as Dean pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the angel.

"Everybody's going to die, Cas. Everybody. I can't stop it. The herd will break through that door..."

"I know." Cas sighed and you tried to sit yourself up, to say something to them, but you were too weak. You couldn't.

"They're gonna kill us, and then Sam, and then Y/N... I'm sorry." Dean whispered, shaking his head.

For a moment nobody said anything as Sam gently removed the rag from your forehead no doubt to inspect the wound, but you were too focused on the look on Castiel’s face. He was sad... but happy at the same time and he almost seemed relieved as he took a step towards Dean.

"Wait, there is another way. We don't know if a bite can turn an angel. I can get through the herd and draw them all to me, give you guys a chance to escape." Cas suddenly said and your eyes widened.

No. He couldn't do that. Cas wasn't going to sacrifice himself for you guys. That was no going to happen.

"Cas, no." Sam said, speaking up for the first time causing the angel to look over at the two of you with sad eyes.

You forced yourself to sit up, leaning against your elbow as Sam quickly grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

"Easy." He whispered, not liking how much your were swaying despite half lying down and for a second you thought you were going to actually pass out, but you pushed through it.

"Cas... please- please don't." You mumbled, hating how weak your voice sounded.

You looked at the angel desperately, tears rising in your eyes making everything that was spinning around you even harder to see, but Cas just shook his head.

"No." Dean suddenly said.

"Dean, it's the only way.  We don't know if a bite will turn me. I'm an angel. It's worth a shot." Cas insisted, turning his attention back to him.

"It's not worth your life!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dean." Cas said taking a step closer to him as you struggled to keep your eyes focused on them, the pain in your head getting worse by the second. "The one thing I want in this life is something I know I can't have. But, I can do this. I can save you. All of you."

"What are you talking about, man?" Dean asked, but you knew what Cas was referring to.

You knew what he wanted and you also knew that if he just told Dean how he felt, he would be able to have it. Your brother may be an oblivious idiot, but he loved Castiel, that you knew for a fact.

"I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself in the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive. You're angry and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument" and you think that hate and anger.. that's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not, and everyone who knows you sees it." Cas began to say, motioning over to you and Sam, but Dean kept his eyes on Cas.

"Everything you've ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother and sister for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are." Cas continued to say, but stopped for a moment when the zombies outside started to get louder and the banging turned more rapid.

"You're the most caring man on earth. You're the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know." Cas added and even from a distance you could see the tears rising in Castiel's eyes.

"You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam. I cared about Y/N. I cared about Jack... but I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean." Cas admitted, his voice breaking as a silent tear trickled down his cheek.

"Why does this sound like a goodbye?" Dean asked, his voice rough fighting back his own emotions.

"Because it is." Cas responded with a sad yet happy smile, his eyes filled with tears. "I love you." Cas confessed and that was all it took for the tears in your eyes to fall.

You could see Dean shake his head slightly, his entire body tense as he stared at Cas and you knew your brother was in shock.

Hell, you were in shock and you were boarder-line conscious and you knew about the angels feelings too. You couldn't even imagine the thoughts that were running through Deans mind right now. Cas had just confessed his love to him and he was about to sacrifice himself...

"Don't do this, Cas." Dean begged.

Suddenly, one of the hinges on the front door broke off as the zombies continued to push against it and you knew it was only a matter of seconds before they busted through.

Dean quickly looked over his shoulder towards you and Sam. Tears threatening to spill from his eyes before he turned back to Cas.

"Cas, I-"

Dean didn't get to finish before Cas grabbed his shoulder with the hand that was still covered with your blood.

"Goodbye, Dean." He said as he pushed your brother across the room and out the way.

A split second later the front door busted open and Cas pushed the zombies back before he got through the door.

There was nothing you could do, but watch through teary eyes as the zombies bit and clawed at him through the trench coat. You could hear Cas' pained groans after each hit. But, he kept going.

He drew the zombies attention to him as he pushed through the herd and disappeared amongst them outside. 

Suddenly, everything started to spin, white dots taking over your vision and the last thing you saw was Dean on the ground beside you. Tears welling up in his eyes with Cas' bloodied handprint on his shoulder before everything faded to black.

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Surprise

Word Count: 1250 Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Dean. He’s definitely a warning. Fluff. Beta’d by: @princessmisery666​​ - i think I left you off my last one and I feel terrible about that. You always have the right words to make me feel good about anything I do. I can’t imagine 2020 without you. Thank you so much.

A/N: This was written for @shy-violet-soul​​ for her request for Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles! Vy - I love you so so much and I hope that this makes you smile. You deserve the world and I am so thankful for your presence in my life.

Surprise

“Where are we going, Dean?”

Dean grins at y/n from the seat beside her before training his eyes on the road again.

“Just hold your horses, princess. You’ll see soon enough.”

Y/n huffs. Surprises aren’t exactly her favorite thing and though she trusts Dean implicitly, the anxiety of not-knowing makes her grumpy.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” Dean implores gently. “I promise it will be worth it. We’re almost there.”

When Dean had told her earlier in the day that he had a surprise for her, she’d expected a gift, maybe. It is Christmas Eve after all. But when he’d ushered her into the Impala without preamble - or gift in sight - she’d been immediately put on edge.

Not that that was anything new. The last year has been…challenging, to say the least. The entire world seems to be on fire. Everyone is angry about something and despite her very best efforts, y/n has been hard-pressed to feel that Christmas cheer she’s been so accustomed to in years past. Between losing Cas, Chuck going insane, Jack taking over his bat-shit crazy grandfather’s job - and doing it much better, in fact -  y/n and the Winchesters have hardly had time to catch their breaths. Christmas actually seemed to have snuck up on all of them. It’s hard to remember what day it is when every week feels like a month.

Dean reaches across the bench seat, his hand finding y/n’s and their fingers intertwining. 

“I know how you feel about surprises and as much as I want to surprise you, I’ll tell you where we’re going if that would make you feel better.”

Y/n studies his handsome profile. After everything that’s been thrown at him, Dean remains one of the kindest and most considerate people she’s ever known. He’s always put everyone else’s needs and wants above his own, and even though this surprise is for her, he wants to surprise her. And Dean deserves to have what he wants. She can handle a few moments of discomfort and anxiety if it means Dean will be happy. Her nerves be damned.

Y/n shakes her head and gives his calloused hand a firm squeeze. 

“No, it’s okay, Dean. I trust you.”

Even in the dim light provided by the streetlamps, y/n could swear she sees his eyes shine a little brighter, their green depths sparkling like the purest of emeralds. And for her, as he squeezes her hand back, that’s enough. 

Minutes later, Dean turns off the main street and into an unfamiliar residential area. Three rights and a left and the darkness is broken by thousands of twinkling lights. Ahead of them, a line of cars is inching down the street, and Dean takes their place in line. The wind is brisk as y/n cranks down the window and gazes outside, but she's too mesmerized by the sight before them to feel the chill.

The entire street - every single house - is absolutely covered in Christmas lights. A sign at the corner reads “Candycane Lane” with a radio station listed below the bright red letters.

“Surprise.”

Y/n whips her head to face Dean. There could be lightbulbs covering every square inch of every home in the city and it wouldn’t compare to the joy lighting up his face in this moment. If his eyes were sparkling before, they are ablaze now. He meets her gaze for a moment before fiddling with the radio and turning it to the station suggested on the sign. A second later, the car is filled with Frank Sinatra’s voice crooning “Jingle Bells”.

“Dean, this is…” y/n exhales shakily, at a loss of words. 

“Oh! Almost forgot!” Dean twists in his seat, reaching into the back and pulling out two small thermoses and handing one to her. “Homemade hot chocolate, with extra marshmallows, of course.”

The music changes and the sounds of Trans-Siberian Orchestra replace Sinatra. It’s at that moment that y/n realizes the lights around them are blinking in time with the music. It’s like the most meticulously choreographed dance, but with Christmas lights. Every crescendo, every beat, every note is accentuated with a flash or blink or color change.

The sight is breathtaking. 

Stunned, y/n looks between the lights, the still unopened thermos of hot chocolate in her hands and the giddy man in the driver’s seat beside her. Her brain can’t even begin to process the words to describe what she’s feeling in the moment.

The car in front of them creeps forward and Dean follows. The house now on her side features a giant inflatable snow globe with some form of snow billowing inside around a smiling polar bear donning a santa hat. Three tinsel-clad penguins flank it on each side, each one holding different things - candy canes, presents, a stuffed bear. The roof is covered in large snowflakes that blink in time with the music and the tree behind the globe is fashioned with strands of lights that give the illusion of snow falling.

Dean grunts in satisfaction and y/n turns to find him nodding his head, staring approvingly at his thermos. A fine line of hot chocolate clings to the scruff on his upper lip. 

“Damn good, if I say so myself.” He looks at y/n and his face drops, brow furrowed. “What’s the matter?”

Bewildered, y/n stares at him for a second before throwing herself across the seat and wrapping her arms around him. 

“Nothing,” she sighs, face buried in the crook of his neck. “Nothing's the matter, Dean. This is...I can’t even describe it. ‘Amazing’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

A car behind them honks and y/n jumps, pulling back and realizing that the car in front of them had moved forward a few spaces. Apparently they were holding up the line, but y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. 

Dean grunts and inches the car forward, mumbling something that sounds vaguely like ‘asshat’ under his breath. When they’ve pulled up enough, Dean turns to y/n again.

“So you like it?” Dean quirks an eyebrow, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Like it?!” Y/n practically shouts. “I love it! Dean, this is incredible. I didn’t know there was anything like this around here!”

Dean chuckles. “Yeah I didn’t either. I heard someone at the post office mention it the other day and I just knew I wanted to bring you here.”

Y/n stole a glance out the window again. The song had changed again; a beautiful, symphonic rendition of “O Holy Night”. This yard held a large, though simple, nativity scene, a single, bright spotlight shining down upon it. 

Turning back to Dean, the burn of tears stings the backs of her eyes. “Thank you, Dean.” Her voice is barely above a hoarse whisper.

Dean clears his throat, driving forward once again. 

“Wait until you try the hot chocolate, then you’ll really thank me.”

Y/n reaches over then and laces her fingers through his again. 

“Seriously Dean. This is perfect. Thank you so much for bringing me.”

Dean’s cheeks glow pink under the numerous freckles kissing his skin.

“I just figured this year has been shit and we could both use some Christmas cheer.” He squeezes y/n’s hand gently. “Thank you for trusting me and letting me surprise you.”

Leaning forward, y/n places a kiss against his stubbled cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, Dean.”

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When they had put their applications in at Sioux Falls High School, Dean and Castiel hadn’t really expected that either one of them would get a position, let alone both. But they had—and now they’re Mr. Winchester, the new Physics teacher, and Mr. Novak, teaching History.

They’d decided not to ride to work together or act like they were dating, since they hadn’t been sure of the policy regarding workplace relationships. Besides, Cas gets up way too early in the morning to go to the gym for work, and Dean loves his boyfriend, but not quite enough to sacrifice the small sleep-ins he gets.

And so, considering they drive to work separately and do their best to act professional at work, their colleagues have no idea that they’re dating. Which… does not have the repercussions that Dean and Castiel had been expecting.

It starts off with small things.

Other teachers find excuses to make themselves busy if they’re talking in a group, sidling away with knowing looks and leaving Dean and Castiel to talk alone. Cas finds the other Arts teachers sending him over to the Science offices with questions or paperwork, and Dean is always the one who comes over to the Arts offices with coffee. Some of the teachers have dubbed Dean ‘Jim,’ while Cas has become ‘Pam’—a reference that Castiel didn’t understand until Dean introduces him to The Office after work one night.

The little things go on for a while, but by that point, there’s no way that Dean and Cas can come clean. Dean is pretty sure that there’s a work betting pool based on when they’re actually going to get together, and telling them that they’ve been dating for the past three years feels like they’re spoiling the fun. And so they keep pretending, turning up the flirting and the bashfulness when they feel like fucking with their colleagues, until it feels like the entire school staff is going mad with the will-they-won’t-they.

And then Castiel’s car breaks down.

It’s been pouring with rain all day, so when Cas shows up at the door to the Science offices, he looks like a drowned rat. Dean can’t remember the last time he saw his boyfriend this grumpy and miserable, but his lips can’t help twitching up at the petulant expression on Castiel’s face.

“Everything okay, Cas?” he asks as he packs up his things. At the desk next to his, he sees Charlie perk up in his peripheral vision. Cas runs a hand through his wet hair and scowls. “My car is refusing to start, and it’s raining too heavily to walk. Do you think you would be able to drive me home, please?”

Beside him, Charlie seems to be almost vibrating out of her seat with barely-bottled excitement at the possibility of her ‘ship’ becoming realized. He can feel her gaze burning into the side of his head, and only just manages to suppress his amusement.

“Sure, Cas, I can do that. You’ll have to remind me where you live again?”

Cas gives him a look that means Dean, I can’t believe you’re really doing this right now. It’s clear that he only just manages to avoid rolling his eyes. “I believe I can do that,” he snarks. “I’ll see you at your car.”

One pissed-off heel turn later, and Cas is gone from view.

Charlie can’t hold it back any longer.

“Dean! This is your chance! Drive him home and ask him out for dinner, for fuck’s sake!”

If only you knew, Charlie, Dean thinks with amusement as he finishes packing up his things. “You wouldn’t happen to have any money riding on me asking Cas out, would you?” he asks, shoving his laptop into his back and swinging it up onto his shoulder.

Charlie’s silence is damning.

“Alright,” he tells her with a laugh, watching as her cheeks turn as red as her hair. “I’ll see you next week, Charlie. You’ll have to wait and see what happens with me ‘n Cas.”

“Bye!” she calls after him, as he leaves their office. “Go win me some money, handmaiden!”

~

Dean finds Cas standing by the Impala, holding an umbrella he must have snagged from the teachers’ room and looking grumpy as ever. “My knight in shining armor,” he grumbles sarcastically as Dean joins him under the umbrella, breathless and a bit damp from his run to the car.

“Sorry, babe,” Dean says with a grin. “I couldn’t resist.”

Despite himself, the corners of Cas’s mouth curve up in a small smile. “It is pretty amusing that they all want us to date so badly. And—don’t look now, but I do believe some of them are watching us through the window.”

Dean snorts, turning a few seconds later as casually as he can to catch a glimpse of Charlie and a few other teachers watching them from the second floor. They must look a sight, both squeezed together beneath the flimsy shelter of the umbrella. “You know they’ve got a betting pool going?” he asks as he turns back to Cas. “Feel like winning Charlie some money?”

Cas grumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘you’re a nuisance,’ then curls his fingers into the front of Dean’s jacket, leans forward, and kisses him. Despite his grumpiness, it’s slow and sweet, and Dean smiles against Cas’s lips.

“There,” Cas mutters as they break apart. “Maybe the office will stop gossiping about us now.”

“Unlikely,” Dean quips, and Cas narrows his eyes, then tugs the umbrella back so that Dean finds himself standing in the rain, just for a second.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean fumbles for his keys, trying to pretend like he hadn’t yelped at the feeling of cold rainwater on his neck, while Cas just chuckles.

But, grumpiness and pranks and office betting pools aside…

Dean is really fucking glad to have Cas as his boyfriend.

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