#hippie castiel

[sweet-heart-jack]

HIPPIE CAS HIPPIE CAS HIPPIE CAS HIPPIE CAS

#hippie Castiel #supernatural #castiel novak #misha fucking collins #misha collins

[mattzerella-sticks]

paradise is where you make it

Dean/Cas, 4.4k, 1960s, hippie!Destiel, ao3 link

Dean lived a life longer than he ever thought possible as a hunter. And while death has been a present fixture in his life, it never claimed him, his brother Sam, nor his angel Cas for very long. After everything he's been through, of course his perspective would shift. No man is the same as they were the day before. The man Dean was in 1960 differed largely from the Dean of 1967. They were separate entities - with different values, opinions, and ways of life. Their clothes weren't the same. How they talked wasn't the same.

And the Dean from 7 years ago would not approved with how the 1967 Dean spent his free time. But luckily that past Dean didn't matter to the one in the present.

           Dean struck a match against the side of its box, then brought the quickly shriveling stick to the reefer cigarette clutched between his teeth. When lit, and the earthy smoke began drifting down his throat, Dean flicked the tiny flame out. He dropped the smoldering match into a nearby ashtray and carelessly tossed the matchbox next to it on the kitchen counter.

           He sucked on his cigarette until his lungs might burst, only to pop the cork and let all that smoke he collected spill into the open air with a chuckle.

           Dean watched the smoke dissipate with a lazy grin before taking another hit off his cigarette.

           Nights after hunts were always the best.

           They weren’t afforded much in terms of luxury. Their jobs don’t offer healthcare or bonuses or vacation days, not with the kind of work they put in day after day. Relaxation was never accessible like fruit on a tree’s branch, but rather carved into its trunk with a heavy, driven hand. So whenever they could leave their world behind, forget all that went bump in the night like the majority of civilians they mingled with, they went all in. They collected the dripping sap of their efforts and smeared it on their lips with rapturous abandon.

           This hunt was brutal. Werewolves tearing up the streets because the dead-brained pack settled far from any of the usual hunting grounds for their kind. Cover was thin for their attacks, but the land to cover was large. Which meant this hunt dragged on longer than usual.

           Ending it tonight cut it close. In two days, they were supposed to pay another month’s rent. Dean hustled enough funds to pay for six months across ten different motels when they first arrived, all so they could camp out in some apartment the size of a shoebox. He didn’t want to do that again.

           They were leaving town tomorrow.

           Tonight, they reveled.

           “Did you have any plans for after this?” Cas’s eyes glowed as he mended Dean’s skin on the steps outside an abandoned warehouse, the werewolves’ base. The pack’s leader – some lady with her hair shaved close to the scalp, a scar across her eyebrow and a killer leather vest Dean’s silver buckshot totally shredded – hit him twice with her claws. His pants were scraps, but at least his leg wouldn’t be amputated. “’Cause I overheard a groovy, new band would be playing the club a few blocks from our pad.”

           Dean shrugged, skimming his fingers along the smooth surface of his healed thigh as he downed another shot from his flask. “Don’t see why not. Long as they serve alcohol.”

           “They’ve got a lot there, from what I’ve seen.”

           “Right on.”

           “Hey.” Sam cut in, dangling his broken arm in front of them as blood sluiced down the gash in it where a flash of bone peeked through. He’d already broken into their emergency stash, a limp cigarette dangling from his mouth. “I won’t be good company if I’m dead from blood loss.”

           “Of course.” Cas shifted to Sam, healing his wounds now. As his grace flowed out of him and into Sam, he stole the cigarette from Sam and toked. His eyes shone through the haze that eked past his lips like a neon billboard. He offered the cigarette to Dean, “Wanna hit?”

           Dean shook his head. “Someone’s gotta have their heads screwed on right to finish the job.”

           He rose, swaggering over towards their open van tucked into a hidden alleyway. Dean slid his shotgun across the van’s floor, too tired to replace it inside his duffel, and snagged the hefty red carton of gasoline they stocked before driving over.

           Dean carried it inside and to where Cas stacked the ragtag clan of werewolves they killed.

           In total, they faced seven wolves.

           They started strong, with Sam decapitating the tallest brute with a swing of his machete the moment they returned from their prowl.

           But then two of them pounced on him. Dean’s gun only knocked one off Sam before the remaining pack members turned to Dean.

           He drew their attention while Cas aided Sam, running and firing shots behind him where he could. Dean remembered how their broken bones echoed under the tall roof, mixing with their pained howls and stomping feet. His aim wasn’t true. The wolves were slowed, but not stopped.

           The alpha and two of her lackeys found him in a corner, a trail of empty casings leading them to him like breadcrumbs.

           She bared her teeth as she advanced. “I bet you’ll taste better than any of the filth we chowed down tonight.” Her fangs glinted and dripped with fresh blood from a victim Dean couldn’t save because of how slowly he found them.

           He didn’t let that thought stay and make roots. It returned to the ether from where it was birthed, guided there by Dean’s hands. He then readied his shotgun, aiming at the iron cross patch over her heart. “Eat silver, Nazi bitch.”

           It was an unfair fight, three werewolves versus one hunter. It was a fight Dean couldn’t win by himself. It wasn’t a fight, because until the cavalry came Dean’s main goal was survival.

           Cas and Sam arrived no worse for wear than Dean, who already had a bruise blossoming at his side and beneath his eye and scrapes along his back from a close call with some nails.

           There were no other wolves in the building besides these three, and each fighter chose a partner.

           Dean was stuck with the alpha, who had him trapped against a wall. He pummeled her with the butt of his shotgun, then kicked her back a few inches. Dean gagged and pinched his nose. “You ever think of popping a mint?”

           She roared. The alpha charged him, Dean barely dodging her first attack as he tucked and rolled away. However, he didn’t see her second one coming.

           It tore his thigh like paper and forced him to the floor. Then, faster than the stars in his vision might fade, she dragged her claws on the other side of that same leg. These wounds stretched down farther than the first, the alpha slicing to his ankle. The pain was so great, Dean almost fainted.

           Despite all that, however, Dean held on to his shotgun. His grip never wavered. He clung to it like his consciousness, patient, waiting for the right moment.

           It arrived soon. The alpha’s shadow towered above him. She muttered something racist as she kicked him onto his back. She lowered herself onto his lap as a greasy sneer highlighted her large fangs. She drew back for the killing blow, her arms held wide and far from her body.

           Dean seized the opportunity and packed her chest with two bullets.

           The alpha collapsed onto her side, somehow still atop him.

           He called to the others while blood soaked through his denim. “A little help here?”

           It must’ve taken Cas quite some time hauling all the bodies into the back of the warehouse, even with his angel strength. Dean didn’t think much had passed from Sam dragging Dean out of the warehouse to Cas popping up beside him with his pleasantly warm hands finding their place on Dean’s shoulders.

           Though, he’ll admit, Dean wasn’t paying close attention to the clock during that brief period.

           He emptied the rest of the cannister at the warehouse’s side entrance, shaking it to ensure he used all they brought.

           Cas and Sam dawdled where he left them, lazily passing the cigarette back and forth as they chatted.

           Dean intercepted the exchange, slinging the cannister over his shoulder as he sucked what little remained of their cigarette. He hissed a sigh out the side of his mouth as he nudged both men with the toe of his boot. “Come on, we can get blitzed somewhere much nicer than here.”

           They grumbled but agreed. Dean waited for them to move far enough away before following, flicking the cigarette nub into the gasoline and letting it erase the madness of their hunt’s end.

           He caught up with the others by his van. Sam stripped off his ruined shirt and already started searching for a new one. Meanwhile, Cas placed Dean’s shotgun in his duffel.

           “Thanks.” Dean pressed a kiss to Cas’s rough cheek and, as he pulled back, slipped his keys into Cas’s hand. “Drive us to the club?”

           “Why can’t you drive?”

           He gestured at his exposed lower half. “I can’t show up looking like this, now can I?”

           Cas feigned annoyance, muttering as he climbed inside the van and into the front seat. Sam and Dean followed, pulling the van doors shut behind them while Cas began driving them elsewhere.

           They cleaned up nicely on the drive over to the club. Sam’s former shirt mixed with the little booze Dean hadn’t drunk from his flask paired well to remove the dried blood fresh clothes couldn’t hide. He wiped the last stain on his skin as Cas parked.

           Sam tumbled out almost immediately, leaving Dean and Cas in his dust.

           Cas, meanwhile, waited for Dean to haul himself onto the pavement. It was cool against his bare feet. He hadn’t put anything on them yet, after shimmying into some loose, cotton pants. Dean leaned on the van to better lace his sandals on, slowly dragging his gaze along Cas’s body. “You sure you don’t wanna change into something less square?”

           “I’m perfectly fine with my regular threads.” Cas pocketed his hands in the folds of his trench coat, drawing it back and revealing the rumbled brown suit hidden underneath. He glanced towards the club Sam disappeared inside. The building shook with a heavy bass you could hear punching through walls, and the windows flashed lights in a blinding pattern that hurt if looked at too long. “Are you ready?”

           “I am, I am…” Dean chuckled, slinging his arm over Cas’s shoulders so they might walk in together. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

           “I know.”

           Dean’s stomach flipped in a fashion Dean grew familiar with ever since Cas walked into their lives. He savored it like a good whiskey or crop of reefer, warmth spreading outwards and making him feel lighter. If he didn’t have a strong grip on Cas, he might’ve floated high into the ceiling and never come down.

           Though, at that height, Dean would’ve gotten a better glimpse of the band than he actually had.

           The club was packed with kids ranging twenty to thirty years younger than him that made Dean’s wrinkles and grey hairs all the more noticeable under the flashing, multi-colored lighting. They crowded the floors, especially in front of the stage where musicians closer in age to the rest of the audience than to Dean hammered out a wild tune. The band’s music sent everyone into a frenzy, each dance crazier than the last; deadlier, too. Cas bore the brunt of any flailing arm or misplaced kick, leading Dean across the dance floor to the bar.

           They hunkered down near the end of the counter. Dean signaled the bartender for two drinks while Cas asked the girl seated next to him for some reefer.

           She handed him a fat cigarette, which he proudly showed Dean.

           Dean leaned close, snickering in Cas’s ears to be heard over the music. “You know how much of that stuff we’ve got? I mean, just on me alone?”

           Cas shrugged. He pinched the end of the cigarette as he stared at Dean. His eyes lit, giving Dean a full view of the wide, dark pupil causing his halo to thin. Reefer smoke tickled Dean’s nose. “Sometimes it tastes better when it’s free.”

           He never paid for shit. Dean bought their reefer.

           Dean tried reminding him that, except the smoke snaked its way into Dean’s mouth from Cas’s, and suddenly talking became unimportant.

           They stayed in their own little world, trading the reefer cigarette between them and sipping their drinks; all scored to the explosive set of a band Dean would admit to being groovy like Castiel claimed.

           The band wouldn’t play the entire night, however, and finished about an hour into them being there.

           Another band took their place. They weren’t as good, lyrics making little sense and their playing so discordant it caused Dean’s skin to crawl. No one else besides him and Cas noticed the drop in quality. This late in the evening, the crowd was so stoned, drunk, or both, a monkey could hump a drum kit and they’d keep dancing to it. A few drinks and some reefer weren’t enough to cloud his judgment anymore.

           He and Cas had their fill anyway. Dean paid their tab while Cas went to find Sam.

           When they reunited by the front door, Cas held his sour-looking brother by the elbow.

           “Where the hell’ve you been?”

           Cas shoved him forward, smirking. “I found him by one of the hookahs with his hands up a chicky’s skirt.”

           Dean whistled, snaring Sam’s neck in the crook of his arm and tousling his hair. “Getting in some free love, huh?”

           “Quit it.” Sam pushed Dean off him, face red even as the lights above them flashed any color but that. While they may get older, these little moments never do. “I don’t see why I have to leave just because you two are. I can walk back to the apartment.”

           Dean wagged his finger in Sam’s face before grabbing his shirt collar and guiding him out of the club. “Last time we left you on your own, you didn’t get back to the motel until six. Missed our window and had to pay an extra night. Ain’t no way I’m losing you here.”

           Besides, their night didn’t end at the club. They toured the city and hit a few more places – some more clubs, a few love-ins, and a house party in an old Victorian home refitted by the tribe of current occupants into a hedonistic wonderland.

           These weren’t the types of scenes they ever imagined for themselves, but they grew to love it.

           Dean realized early on how alike hippies and hunters actually were and hadn’t thought twice about it since. They began the decade clean-cut clones of each other, trying to fit in with a world that barely acknowledged their existence. Two years past the halfway point, they looked more like the other outsiders society rejected, and were happier for it.

           In fact, as Dean, Cas, and Sam rolled up onto their complex, each man was beaming.

           With loose limbs and high spirits, they paraded towards their apartment where they continued partying in a more intimate setting.

           Dean bit on his cigarette again so his hands could retie the knot of his silk kimono that had loosened at some point during his short journey from the bedroom to the kitchen. His fingers fumbled to recreate the beautiful knot Cas made when he helped Dean into it after disrobing him. Dean’s patience wore thin as he repeatedly failed to match what Castiel did. Ultimately, Dean flattened the belt behind itself in a sign of forfeiture.

           He wasted enough time in the kitchen fiddling with his robe. Dean completed the task he was sent on, grabbing a case of Margiekugel’s from their mostly empty fridge and kicking it closed with his heel.

           Dean almost crashed into Sam on his way out of the kitchen. Dean strung a few curses together and hung them on a line to dry. Sam hadn’t noticed them, nor did he realize Dean was there. He was intently focused on coating the walls with paint they saved for sigil-work. His slackened jaw and glacial movements clued Dean to the seismic trip Sam currently experienced, aided by the acid he procured at one of the happenings they were at.

           He promised Dean he wouldn’t drop while outside the apartment. It seemed Sam stuck to his word.

           “Hey,” Dean knelt beside Sam, “you wanna beer?”

           Sam didn’t hear him. Dean asked his question louder, shocking Sam from his trance.

           Sam turned, blinking red-rimmed eyes at Dean as his face transformed into the dopiest expression of pure sunshine. His paint-stained hands climbed too close to Dean’s face than he was comfortable with. They never landed. Instead, Sam clawed his hair from root to tip. He held the ends of it outward like he might meditate. “Dean. Dean… I’m seeing a woman.”

           Dean pursed his lips and scanned the hallway. It was only them. “Like… our place is haunted?”

           “No.” Sam giggled, then crossed his black-streaked strands over his mouth. “She’s not a ghost, she’s… I don’t know. But I’m trying to capture her likeness before she vanishes. Look. Look at what I’ve got so far. Have you ever seen her?”

           Sam painted about as well as Dean sung. The figure he drew resembled a horse standing on two legs then a woman. “Maybe out on some farm…”

           “A farm!” Sam slapped his hands onto the wall, leaving two gigantic handprints over the horse-woman’s bust. “That’s it! We have to go to a farm… or we’ve been on a farm… I’m going to paint a farm.”

           “…You do that.”

           Dean abandoned Sam to his work and the tubs of paint scattered around him, veering towards the living room where Cas waited for him.

           Cas’s gaze met his when he passed the beaded archway. His brows raised in delight; his mouth otherwise occupied wrapped along the rim of their glass bong in such a way his mustache resembled a fuzzy caterpillar inching a path across the surface. He held his thumb on the bowl as the bongwater bubbled. Smoke clouded the clear, glass sphere of their bong’s base as his grace burned the packed reefer in the bowl. Finally, when the smoke became riotous storm clouds thundering for freedom, Cas ripped the bowl stem loose and inhaled. He drew back with full cheeks, wisps of smoke escaping from his nose. His eyes watered but he refused to exhale. He waited for Dean to sit beside him, then belched all he smoked into his face and followed it by whacking his bare chest, freeing a few coughs lodged within.

           Dean loved this man.

           He placed the carton on the coffee table with their other paraphernalia. Dean retrieved two for both of them, slamming the caps on the table’s edge to pop them off. He handed one to Cas and swigged from the other as Dean nestled into Cas’s side.

           Cas sipped at his beer. “Dean?”

           “Yeah?”

           “You ever think about what our lives were like before all this?”

           “Whaddya mean?”

           Cas shifted, curling his hand into Dean’s wavy tresses and facing him. “Before we began plying ourselves with these mortal pleasures of booze and drugs and sex… who were we, and what did we do in that time we were ignorant to those many, wondrous things?”

           Dean snorted, a bit of reefer smoke escaping with it. “You were the only one living the sanctimonious lifestyle when we met, Cas.”

           “But you weren’t always like this, same as how I was never like this, and Sam…”

           “What brought this bout of guru-level introspection on?”

           “I was thinking about the past,” Cas told Dean, “I must have seen, or – or maybe heard – something that tickled my brain an odd way. And I almost, I almost recalled something that seemed important back then. The harder I tried to grasp this memory, to bring it to the surface, the further it fled and now I can’t even remember what it was that stirred this reflection.” Cas set his beer aside, reaching for Dean’s cigarette with that hand and toking it. He studied it afterwards. “There were times when I could trace my life from creation to now, each moment clear in my head. These days, everything is painted in broad strokes save for the most important things.”

           “Like what?”

           “Certain missions on Earth, a few brothers and sisters in my garrison… you, of course. You, Sam, and many of the other friends we’ve made in our lives.” Castiel handed Dean’s cigarette back to him. “I’m still an angel, but I chase the basest human desires. My life has moved beyond service for the Host to pleasurable pursuits, an act considered damning for my kind. It’s… I don’t know how to describe it. I don’t know if there are words to describe it. The intersection between humanity and divinity… it’s an interesting thought, right?”

           Dean nodded, too frightened to admit how Cas’s monologue flew over his head. He’d been more preoccupied with the anxieties Cas’s questions stirred inside himself. “You don’t regret this though, right?”

           “Come again?”

           “Being here… being with me?” Dean pressed deeper into Cas’s side, “You don’t regret it?”

           “Not a day goes by where I’m not thankful our paths crossed, Dean.” Cas’s smile eased the worries brewing under Dean’s surface. “What I did before saving you was merely existing. I never lived until my grace mingled with your soul. You showed me how wondrous life truly was.”

           “Good, that’s… good.” Dean’s next exhale was shaky and stuttered. He licked his lips, staring at the growing bramble on Cas’s chest. “So all those – those feelings…”

           “I thought it needed saying.” Cas reclaimed his beer, a bit of condensation dripping off it and onto his suit pants, the only piece of his outfit that remained. “I mean isn’t it odd how in a few years, a blink to my kind, a person can change so extremely? To miss someone you used to be? At times not even remember ever being that person?”

           “It’s weird, but not uncommon.” Dean laid his hand on Cas’s chest, petting the hairs there. “I spent a lot of time mourning who I used to be. Especially because the man I was then didn’t feel like me either, not like now. So it was sad for the kid I could never be again, and the man that took the kid’s place. Real bummer of a life it was.”

           “An apt description.”

           “Anyway… I put a lot of time in trying to forget my past – with booze, and drugs, and sex – but it never seemed to work. Then, somewhere along the way, I sort-of… stopped living my life for someone else and started living it for me.”

           Cas rested his hand on Dean’s thigh, the sweaty bottle grounding him. “That helped you make peace with those other versions of yourself?”

           “It did.” Dean sunk into the couch, stretching his legs out and resting his feet on the coffee table. “Suddenly, what mattered was being the person who I wanted to be, and the only obstacle keeping me from that was my past. And the reason that it did was because I refused to let go of it. Which was nuts, right? I’m trying to make it through each day not being crushed under the weight of my history, except I couldn’t remember what it was like to have that burden off my shoulders. Who I might be without it? And, worse of all, who I might disappoint by dropping it. Hell… I was scared that if I let go it’d be, like, admitting what happened to me was okay.”

           “I don’t see why it should.”

           “Thinking back, I don’t know why either. Maybe, if I thought about it long enough, I could change it… or use it to justify shit that I wasn’t dealing with. It didn’t matter. I knew I had to drop it otherwise it’d kill me. The past ain’t fit to live in. You can visit it, learn from it… but you gotta move on. If shit’s worth remembering, you find a way. And maybe it is the booze, drugs, and sex catching up to us, all this partying we’ve been doing since falling down that counter-culture rabbit hole; but if the price for that is our brains making sure past shit doesn’t bother us again, I say fuck it. Let it happen. It’s not our problems anymore. That Castiel and that Dean were unhappy soldiers who took orders that never felt right, who were playing at being someone they weren’t, and who’d rather pine in misery than let themselves be happy. I’d rather spend the rest of my days like this, with you, than any other.”

           There wasn’t any warning before Cas kissed him. He hadn’t been able to prepare for it, frozen as the other man thoroughly wrecked him.

           As Cas broke their embrace, Dean’s hand unconsciously went to his face. The bottle cooled the flush that settled on his skin because of the other man.

           Dean’s senses returned to find Cas mimicking his pose, Cas’s feet propped on the coffee table beside his, and a proud expression across the other man’s face. “I hope the rest of our days are exactly like this, too.”

           “…Groovy.”

           They sat together like that in comfortable silence, finishing their beers and trading the reefer cigarette whenever the asked; a simple brush of a foot against the other signaling their turn. It was sickeningly ordinary and everything Dean wanted but was only allowed in these brief interludes between hunts.

           Nights like these weren’t enough for him as they had been, Dean realized.

           The cigarette dwindled to a nub when Dean spoke again. “Actually… I take it back. I can think of an even better way we can spend the rest of our days.”

           “Lay it on me.”

           “I was thinking we take the van and cruise towards California. You, me, and Sammy.”

           “What kind of case would we be working?”

           “No case. Word is that it’s supposed to be real beautiful out there,” Dean explained, “A bunch of types like us, getting together this summer in one of the cities. Making it all about love. Maybe we extend this night into a real vacation?”

           “What if we never want the vacation to end?”

           “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Would you?”

           Cas laughed, tangling their fingers together in his lap. His thumb gently massaged Dean’s hand. “Will there be beaches? I really want to be by the beach.”

           “Baby, there won’t just be beaches. We’ll start every morning with our toes in the sand!” Dean wriggled his toes against Cas’s, sending both of them into a riotous fit of giggles.

           What was left of their beers spilled onto the couch, and the cigarette unintentionally squashed under Dean’s elbow. Cas retaliated for Dean’s tickling toes by untangling Dean’s kimono knot and scraping his blunt nails along every inch laid bare.

           His chest burned. His eyes stung with tears. But Dean was happy.

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #hippie dean winchester #hippie castiel #hippie sam winchester #inspired by jensen smoking weed and wearing that kimono during the boys #it's not fair that jensen look like that and do stuff like that but also playing a terrible man like soldier boy #so i'm taking the best of both worlds and melding them together

[samsrosary]

60s sastiel. i just know they live in a polyamourous community together

#sastiel #samcas #hi guys. i havent been very supernatural lately sorry but here are sam and cas 2 make up for it #samstiel #i think maybe they time travelled back into the 60s by accident and got stuck there and so they just became hippies. of course sam has a #harder time cutting loose than castiel but theyre both so happy #my art #fanart #sam winchester #spn #supernatural #castiel

[waywardseraph]

Hippie Cas was peak character design.

#hippie #future Castiel #supernatural fandom #spnfamily #dean winchester #supernatural #dean x castiel #spnfandom #destiel #castiel #supernatural family #deancas #spnfamliy #spnedit #spn fanfic #spn crack #spn rewatch #spn fanart #spn #spn aesthetic #spn liveblog #spn screencaps #spncreatorsdaily #supernatural memes #supernatural crack #castiel novak #supernatural season 5 #supernatural season 5 episode 4 #hippie castiel

[shedontlovehuhself]

Eric Kripke introducing Castiel to Sera Gamble and the rest of the spn writers.

#they didn't know it yet but that sassy little trench coated gay angel was about to cause trouble(the best kind) #castiel #spn #supernatural #it was even worse when a strange little blueeyed hippy put on the coat and made it moreso #misha collins #eric kripke #spn writers #disney memes #Cas

[fleursfairies]

idk what dean was talking about, jefferson starship is great

#im convinced bro hates hippies #dean winchester #jefferson starship #jefferson airplane #starship #grace slick #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #castiel #destiel

[dorkylilguy]

Endverse Castiel because he’s hot

I can’t make backgrounds so don’t come after me I’m just practicing bodies so lowly but surely

#supernatural #spn #spn fanart #castiel #spnfandom #castiel fanart #endverse #endverse castiel #hippie #hippie cas #angel of the lord #he was so hot and I know he fucks good #he and Endverse Dean were fucking major

[alicetallula]

Rewrite the Ages Big Bang 2024 - Long Time Passing by butterflyslinky - 09.04.2024

It was a pleasure to work with @butterflyslinky on their fic 'Long Time Passing' and to have the opportunity to draw Jo and Charlie for the first time 😊💛❤️💚💙!

For the @rewritetheages

Banner - Long Time Passing by butterflyslinky - 09.04.2024

Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, watercolors, metallic ink pens, acrylic paint pen, gel pens and Photoshop for the title and credits

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Banner as is - Charvelle and Destiel in circle - Long Time Passing by butterflyslinky - 09.04.2024

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Orgy Scene with Charvelle and Destiel - Tender Moment

#rewrite the ages big bang 2024 #rewrite the ages big bang #rewrite the ages #supernatural #60s #60s era #hippie au #charvelle #jo harvelle #charlie bradbury #dean winchester #castiel #fanart #fic illustration #tallula03's art

[zalktis]

i am convinced im endverse!castiel reincarnated, never have I felt more represented by a character on screen

#stoned hippie ass covering his hopeless gay ass love for his bestie with orgies and yoga #we like have the exact same personality #god i love him #enverse castiel #castiel #spn castiel #supernatural castiel #cascoded #castiel kin #its the autism innit #hippie #peace and love #be gay do arson #endverse!cas

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Rewrite the Ages Big Bang 2024 - Long Time Passing by butterflyslinky - 09.04.2024

It was a pleasure to work with @butterflyslinky on their fic 'Long Time Passing' and to have the opportunity to draw Jo and Charlie for the first time 😊💛❤️💚💙!

For the @rewritetheages

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Orgy Scene with Charvelle and Destiel - Tender Moment - Long Time Passing by butterflyslinky - 09.04.2024

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#rewrite the ages big bang #rewrite the ages big bang 2024 #rewrite the ages #supernatural #60s #60s era #hippie au #charvelle #jo harvelle #charlie bradbury #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #nsft #nsft art #fanart #fic illustration #tallula03's art

[mattzerella-sticks]

Give me a 1970s AU Supernatural but not your average, everyday 1970s AU.

Like, instead of running away from home to college, Sam enlists and is shipped off to fight in the Vietnam War against his father's wishes for him to stay on the path of revenge. He puts his training and skills as a hunter to use, but over the course of 4 years becomes disillusioned and traumatized. He keeps re-enlisting, however, thinking this is a better use of his skills than hunting, as well as afraid to go back to America and be under his father's thumb again. He's forcibly, but honorably, discharged after 4 years as the sole survivor of his platoon's massacre. This plagues him with traumatic visions of his friends that, along with burgeoning visions, make day-to-day life miserable for him as he tries settling into a routine in a random town in America, trying to keep a low profile. He's got a job, he's been seeing a girl in town that he really sees himself starting a family with. Besides the visions, he might be able to make this work. All he has to do is bottle everything up.

Meanwhile there's Dean, who after learned about Sam's enlistment from a letter left to him, dove fully into the anti-war movement. He balanced attending protests and handing out flyers with hunting, always doing his best to spread the message of ending the war in any town he spent time in. His motives were mostly selfish - end the war, keep his brother safe - but Dean did learn more about the atrocities being committed halfway across the globe that sickened him. This drove the wedge between him and John, started when Sam left and John disowned him, deeper down as John barely cared about people who were dying overseas for no reason. His motivations for not supporting the war were that he had better things to do with his time, and so did his sons. The army didn't need them, he needed them. And because of this apathy from his father Dean began hunting less frequently with him. Because of this, he was able to explore America on his own while helping people, and his mingling with the anti-war crowd introduced him to the counter-culture movement. So over the 4 years Sam fights overseas Dean becomes more hedonistic, pacifisfic (fighting only when required), spiritual, and attends many of the touchstones of the counter culture (Haight-Ashbury, Woodstock, etc.). He is freedom personified despite how trapped he feels in his personal life.

About a few months since Sam arrived stateside, weird things begin happening in his town that he recognizes as being supernatural in nature. He tries to ignore it, but ends up stumbling into it and is saved by a hunter who reveals himself to be Dean!

Family reunion time. The episode catches us up on the brothers, and although reluctantly, they team up to end the threat.

Dean mentions after they wrap the hunt up that he'll be meeting up with John afterwards, for their routine check-in. Dean invites Sam, but Sam declines. This leads to a fight between the two brothers, with both of them calling the other selfish, stubborn, and other mean things. They part, not on the best terms.

A few days pass and Sam is still thinking about the fight, and it's making his visions worse. He decides to go visit the girl he's been seeing to get his mind off everything, but the door is open a crack when he arrives. He walks in to a seemingly empty house but as he moves deeper, he hears a lone drip coming from the bedroom. Sam goes in and finds a red puddle. He looks up.

The girl is nailed to the ceiling in a pose reminiscent of how his father described finding his mother the night she died. Then, eerily similarly, she erupts into flames.

Sam cries, calling her name as the fire spreads. He doesn't move, but luckily Dean drags him out of the apartment.

Dean saves Sam, and the two brothers watch fire fighters try and put the house fire out while sitting on Dean's car's trunk.

Sam asks why Dean came back. Dean explains that their dad never showed, and when Dean went looking found his motel in a total mess. It looks like he's been taken. Dean knows Sam doesn't owe him anything, but asks him to help find their dad.

Sam agrees. There's nothing left for him in this town. They get into Dean's car and drive away.

This would go through similar story beats, but retrofitted to match the times. Sam's powers mingling with his PTSD would be interestingly explored for his arc, especially when it's revealed either his powers or demons were to blame for his platoon's massacre (demons possessed the soldiers' bodies and made them kill each other while Sam watched, the army swept it under the rug to keep hysteria amongst troops and in the country down). We'll also see him struggle with addiction, as booze and then harder drugs make it easier for him to deal with the stress of everything happening around him. Hell wants him broken so that he can be their war king.

Meanwhile Dean uses the counter culture as a way of insulating himself from forming meaningful connections ("free love" and just rolling through town, going to parties where he just gets high), we'll also have it shown how he contends with free will as to why he hunts, especially when John dies, when he can do anything else? Heaven will also play to the life he's led and try to get his sympathies by casting themselves as the answer to Hell's aggression, meanwhile being as bad as Hell in their plans for humanity. Dean rebels like he learned.

There's also interest in seeing how hunting evolves over time, what the characters we know and love might look like in this period. Bobby being the supportive dad to Dean and Sam. Ellen and Jo being OG 70s feminists of the time. Ash having known Steve Jobs personally, Charlie working with the earliest computers when they run into her.

Because this can also go into the 80s, run the full 15 years our SPN did.

Leviathan plot? Instead of processed foods let's try pesticides, tying in Rachel Carson's work.

Angels fall? By the time that happens I think televangelists are on the rise so that would be great for angels to latch onto and rebuild their power.

Dean and Cas falling in love over the backdrop of the 70s that leads into the 80s which are 2 decades HUGE in queer history? Imagine a Dean and Cas in 1987 for THEE confession scene? Maddening. Foaming at the mouth. That would be fantastic. Not to mention how prior to that they'd have been raising a kid for a few years.

Tl;dr What if Supernatural was set in the 1970s, and we got Vietnam veteran Sam Winchester and hippie Dean Winchester.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #every 70s au is the same where Dean goes off to fight meanwhile Sam is the anti-war hippie #meanwhile Sam - the Sam who ran away - craved and respected structured authority systems #whereas Dean with his devil may care attitude and disrespect for the law would ABSOLUTELY burn his draft card are you kidding me?? #castiel #castiel starting in his business suit but then dean dressing him in more casual clothes #destiel #deancas #spn au #yes this is almost like the Winchesters but there's no other way to 1970 au the plot if we want to keep sam out of college #like i feel like every past au ive seen sam always goes off to college and dean gets sent to war #let's reverse that but the only reason dean is at any college is to pass out antiwar flyers and buttons

[hollybell51]

Scramblebrain Cas my beloved

#I LOVE HIM #so much #hippie cas #unhinged cas #peak cas #he’s so beautiful #in love with him #dhdksnskkskshdms #castiel #castiel spn #s7e21 #supernatural #spn #cas

[saltandburnheathens]

Good morning Miss Winnie.

Part II

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Rating: Gen.

Summary:

You've just given birth to Dean's baby and are a enjoying a quiet family moment in the days afterwards.

Notes: Non-canon, no time line. And I don't ever want kids. But I just became an aunt and I sort of need to get this out of my system! Short and I'm not promising that I won't continue this. Who knows really. Finally this was written after I'd taken my usual nightly gummy.

The bunker was quiet first thing in the morning except for the usual hum of the circulation fans. You’d been there so long that they barely registered anymore, and you were extremely thankful that the consistent noise wasn’t a problem for the baby. That would have been a horror show. Trying to navigate parenthood with a baby awoken by the simplest of sounds. 

You shuddered at the thought. 

Life was always loud when you lived with Dean Winchester and his posse of colour characters. Between unexpected visitors and the brothers coming and going at odd hours, there was something new every day and often that new wasn’t good. 

But in that moment things were perfect. The monsters outside didn’t exist and you were a regular mom with a new baby and a husband who loved you. His bother Sam and best friend Castiel were an added bonus, the former serving as an unexpected asset when both you and Dean needed some rest.  

You crept carefully out of bed, your body still feeling weak, and quietly crossed to the crib by the wall. A set of hazel eyes stared up at you and your heart melted. 

“Good morning Miss Winnie.” You cooed, “Let’s get you up and at ‘em before you wake daddy.” 

You heard a small scoff followed by the shuffling of blankets. 

“Winnie?” Dean asked with a sleep-laden voice, “We ain’t calling her Winnie, sweetheart. I’ll accept those new-agey-hippy-names like Kendell and Kloe with a K before I’ll take Winnie.” 

“I’m just calling her that until we choose a name.” You laughed, lifting the little girl up into your arms, her head coming to rest on your chest, “And Winnie is short for Winchester in case you hadn’t pieced that together.” 

“I don’t care if it’s short for ‘daddy’s-little-angel’, it ain’t happening.” 

“I’ll cross that off my list then shall I?” You sat back on the bed, Dean coming up to nest beside you and his eyes immediately going to the baby in your arms. 

He smiled, creases forming at the corners of his eyes. 

“You’re not a Winnie, are ya’ princess?” In that voice he seemed to only have adapted five days ago after the birth of your daughter; that voice reserved for her. 

“Maybe not. What about Meghan?” You suggest. 

“Oh nope. No can do. Knew a Meg once. Demon.” 

You nodded knowingly. No one wanted to name their child after a monster. 

“Stevie?” Dean carried on, his eyes still fixed on the baby.

“Like Stevie Nicks?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m not seeing it. Samatha?”

“Already got one Sam in this bunker and that’s more than enough. Alice?”

“Can’t do it. All I’ll keep hearing is ‘who the fuck is Alice’, and I don’t want my kid to be subjected to that for the rest of their life.” 

You both laughed, interrupted only by the whine building in the little one’s chest. You quickly jumped to action and proceeded to the morning routine you’d been adjusting to since getting back home. Dean followed you, rubbing at his eyes. 

“I don’t think I’ve had hangovers that made me feel quite as bad as waking up five times at night.” He yawned. 

You handed him a dirty diaper and smiled as he grimaced. 

“You can go back to bed if you want. I can manage by myself.” 

“Sweetheart, you just damn near broke your pelvis giving birth to my kid a few days ago. I’m in this from start to finish, and if that means running on caffeine and a prayer, then I’m game. Even for the diapers.” 

Dean rummaged through the first drawer of their dresser and pulled out a small onesie covered in colourful dinosaurs. He held it up in front of him and smiled. 

“It’s hard to believe how small she is, huh?”

“She didn’t feel so small coming out of me.” You quipped, taking the clothing from him to finally cover the squirming child on the changer, “I’m pretty sure my vagina will never be the same.” 

“That’s blasphemy.” Dean gasped playfully, “But seriously, baby, the doctor said that it’ll take a few weeks before you start to feel normal.” 

“Normal is subjective when you’re postpartum.” 

Holding his baby tight to his chest, Dean lent down and kissed you softly on the lips. His green eyes fluttered up to meet yours. 

“Let’s face it, ain’t nothing normal about either of us in the first place.” 

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dad!dean winchester #dad!dean

[deancaspinefest]

Lavender Fireflies  |  Rating: Explicit  |  Word count: 28,573

Author: casblackfeathers | Artist: king-of-moose

Lavender Fireflies Camp is possibly Castiel’s final chance to mend his troubled relationship with his daughter. After an ugly divorce and a nine-to-five job that only further distanced him from Claire, his sister — Anna — suggests spending two weeks camping with Claire. Castiel sees this as his opportunity to bring his daughter closer to him.

He had not anticipated meeting a charming firefighter, Dean, on the first day and becoming instantly enchanted by him. Still, Castiel can’t help but feel disappointed when Dean seems to change his mind about them.

Usually, the hippy, kumbaya shit that Sammy digs so much is a hard pass for Dean. But coming to Lavender Fireflies Camp wins big brownie points for allowing him to spend time with his brother and his daughter Emma.

The last thing Dean expects to happen is to find sex on a stick and everything his dreams are made of in the guy with messy dark hair and blue-as-fuck eyes he meets there. Dean is immediately smitten. Too bad that being a jump-the-gun kinda guy, the first thing Dean assumes is that the redhead camping with Cas is his wife. Then he makes everything a fuckton more complicated for everyone, y’know, Winchester style.

Link to fic  |  Link to art

Pairings: Dean/Cas (background Sam/Eileen)

Warnings: (No Archive Warnings Apply)

Tags: Two person love triangle, fluff, strangers to lovers

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #destiel art #deancas fic #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #2024 masterpost #masterpost #submission #author: casblackfeathers #artist: king-of-moose

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

In The Beginning

Masterlist

(So I forgot that this episode is all Dean. So what I'm going to do is doing in 3rd Person and go along with the episode, with some things added in this. Hope you enjoy!)

*3rd Person POV*

In a motel, Dean and (y/n) were fast asleep. (Y/n) was on her side, her back to Dean's chest as he had her close to him, his left arm under her neck and his right arm drapped over her waist and his chin placed on the space where her neck and shoulder connected.

Sam, who was wide awake, gets up then pauses as he looks at them before leaving the room. A car pulls up and Sam gets in the passenger side, Ruby is driving. "Ready?" She asked him. "Definitely." Sam said and they drive off.

As he sleeps, Dean is dreaming and sees flashes of his terrified face, in red, and the sound of screams. He wakes, suddenly, to find Castiel sitting on his bed. "Hello, Dean. What were you dreaming about?" Castiel asked, plainly, then Dean looks over at (y/n), who didn't wake up. "She won't wake." Castiel said and Dean looks back at him.

"What did you do to her?" He asked, angrily. "Just put her in a deep sleep." Castiel said, plainly, and Dean glares at him. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed. "Listen to me. You have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what?" Dean asked then Castiel puts two fingers to Dean's forehead.

"Move it buddy –" a voice ordered and Dean wakes up to see that he is outside on a bench, the voice belonging to a cop. "...you can't sleep here." said the officer. "Okay...sleep...where?" Dean asked with a groan as he sits up. "Anywhere but here." The officer said and he walks away.

Dean tries to make a call on his cell, but gets no signal. "Perfect." He growls and gets up. Moments later, he enters JAY BIRD's DINER and sits at the diner's counter next to a young dark haired man.

"Hey, where the hell am I?" Dean asked him. "Jay Bird's Diner." the man said. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh...city and state." Dean said. "Lawrence, Kansas." The young man replied and Dean is taken aback. "Lawrence." He said, shocked.

"Hey, you okay buddy?" The man asked Dean, concerned. "Yeah, tough night." Dean said as he shakes his head. The young man turns to the waiter and said. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg." 

"Okay, coming right up." Reg said while Dean pulls his cell phone from his pocket. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" Dean asked and the man gives him a confused look. "The USS Enterprise?" The man asked with sarcasm. Dean looks at REG as he brings the coffee over and noticed he is dressed in 1970s hippie gear.

"Thanks...nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" Dean said after accepting the coffee. "Sonny and Cher broke up?" The young man asked then Dean looks around the diner and notices everyone is dressed in 1970s-era clothes. He looks at the newspaper the young man is reading. The headline reads Nixon accepts resignation of top… and the date is Monday, April 30, 1973. Dean mouths the words Seventy three as another Man enters the diner.

"Hey, Winchester." the man calls out and Dean and the Young Man look around. The Man shakes the hand of the Young Man. "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?" The man asked. "Hey, Mr. D." The young man greets.

"I heard you were back." said the older man. "Yeah, a little while now." The young man said. "Good to have you home, John, damn good." The older man said and Dean's eyes widen at this, shocked.

"Dad?" he mutters.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." the man said to John. "You got it, Mr. D." John said and he turns and notices Dean staring at him. "Do we know each other?" John asked him. "I guess not." Dean said then John gets up to leave. "Take it easy, pal." John said after putting Dean's shoulder then walks off. "Yeah." Dean said, his mind still reeling at what just happened.

Later, Dean was following John Winchester when he turns a corner and bumps into Castiel. "What is this?" Dean asked him. "What does it look like?" Castiel asked him and Dean looks around. "Is it real?" Dean asked. "Very." Castiel said.

"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some Deloreans?" Dean asked, sarcastically, and Castiel gives him a confused look. "How did I get here?" Dean asked him. "Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." Castiel replied.

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!" Dean yells, angrily. "I told you, you have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?" Dean asked. Then a car horn sounds out and he turns to it. When he turns back, Castiel is gone. "Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!" Dean growls, annoyed.

Later that day, at the Rainbow Motors Car Dealership, John was talking to a car salesman as they stand in front of a beige VW van. "A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?" the salesman asked and John considers it for a moment.

"Let's do it." John said and the salesman smiles. "I'll get the paperwork." The salesman said and he walks off while John walks over to the front of the van and rubs the headlights.

"That's not the one you want." a voice said and John looks over and sees Dean leaning on a '67 Chevy Impala. "You following me?" John asked him, suspiciously. "No, no, I was just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it." Dean said. "More than a little." John chuckles.

"Let me repay the favor." Dean said and he pats the hood of the Impala. "This is the one you want." He said as John walks over to him. "Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?" John asked. Dean nods his head and looks slightly nostalgic. "Yeah... yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know. And this – this is a great car." Dean said and opens the hood of the Impala and leans in. John joins him on the side of the car.

"327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry." Dean said and John looks over, impressed. "You know man, you're right." He said and Dean nods over his shoulder at the van. "Then what are you buying that thing for?" asked Dean. "I kinda promised someone I would." John said. "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40." Dean said.

John considers it for a moment and hold out his hand to Dean. "John Winchester." He introduced and Dean shakes his hand. "Dean Van Halen – and thank you." Dean said and John looks in the open windows of the Impala. "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean said and John snorts. "No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked. "Nope." John replied. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like...like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Dean asked. "No." John said with confusion. "No...There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?" Dean asked and John stands up and turns to him.

"Okay, mister! Stop it." he said, firmly. "Yeah, if only I knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?" Dean said and John raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, sure." He said, suspiciously. Dean pats the Impala again and leaves just as the salesman comes up. "So?" asked the salesman and John points at the Impala. "I'll take this one." He said.

John pulls up on a suburban street in the Impala. Further down the street Dean pulls up and he watches as a young blonde woman runs from a house to John's car. "Hey." John greets. "What's this?" The girl asked as she looks at the Impala. "My car." John said as the girl walks around the back of the car, and John follows her.

"What happened to the van?" she asked. "Mary, this is better than the van! This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor." John said and Dean's eyes widen. "Mom?" he said, shocked.

Later, Mary and John are inside with milkshakes while Dean watches them through a window. "Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe." He mutters then thinks over what he just said. "I'm going to hell...again." he mutters as he watches them.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as John and Mary sat, talked and ate. At one point, a young man, with (h/c) hair, comes up to then and starts to talking to them. They seemed to get along as they were smiling and laughing but Dean couldn't help but wonder why the young guy looked a bit familiar.

But before he could dwell on it too long, the man leaves and a few moments later, Mary gets up and leaves. John smiles a bit then looks down at something. Dean couldn't see what it was but John looks back, jumps and he stuffs something in his pocket as Mary starts to come back and sit across from him.

"Why are you following my friend and her boyfriend?" a male voice asked. Dean turns around and the young man knees him in the stomach and throws him against a metal container next to the building. He goes to punch Dean, who dodges it and steps sideways.

"Are you crazy?" Dean asked but the man continues his attack.

Dean backs up as the young man comes after him, but Dean manages to grab his arms. "You've been trailing her since her house." The man growls. "I don't know what you're talking about –" Dean said and the man huffs a laugh. "Calling my friend a liar?" He said then he and Dean grapple.

Dean grabs him, holds him against a wall and that's when he got a good look and realized who he was. "(Father's name)?" He said, shocked, and the man's eyes narrow at him. "How do you know my name?" He asked with a growl. "Well, you're a hunter, right?" Dean asked and (Father's name) gives him a bewildered look.

(just to make it better to write, instead of putting (Father's name) I'm gonna put (f/n) instead.)

Later that night, John and Mary pull up to Mary's house in the Impala. "See you later?" John asked her. "If you're lucky." Mary said, smiling. They kiss and Mary gets out of the car. As she approaches the house, Dean and (f/n) appear. "So, this my stalker?" Mary asked, crossing her arms. "Names Dean....and he's a hunter." (F/n) replied. "You know I can speak for myself." Dean said, quickly, to him while Mary looks at Dean, who looks back at Mary.

"Wait, you're a hunter?" He asked and Mary nods in response.

"Wait, if he's a hunter...I'm not sure he should come in." She said. "You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family." Dean said. "Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um..." Mary stops and Dean looks towards the front door then back at Mary.

"Oh, I gotta meet him." He said. "You've heard of him?" Mary asked. "Clearly not enough." Dean said and Mary looks over at (f/n). "You okay with this?" (F/n) asked her. "Yes, I've got this." Mary said and (F/n) nods before he pats Dean's shoulder.

"Okay, well I better get outta here. Good luck, buddy." (F/n) said and he starts to walk off. "What, got a hot date?" Mary teases and (f/n) chuckles. "Maybe..." he said with a smirk. "Could it be a certain waitress from the bar we like to go to?" Mary asked and (f/n)'s face turns red.

Mary giggles then said. "Well, say hello to (mother's name) for me." Dean stands frozen in his spot at this when (f/n) shouts back. "Will do!" Before he heads towards the white truck, gets inside and drives off.

Afterwhile, inside the Campbell house, Mary's father looks Dean over. "So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, mister hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" He asked Dean. "Neither, you cut their heads off." Dean replied and Mary smiles. "So, did I pass your test?" Dean asked. "Yep. Now get out of my house." Her dad ordered.

"Dad!" Mary exclaims. "I don't trust other hunters, Dean, don't want their help, don't want them around my family." Mary's father said as his wife is setting the table in the next room, and calls to Samuel. "Knock it off, Samuel."

"He's a hunter." the father said as his wife walks into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting him to dinner." She said then she turned to Dean. "Are you hungry?" She asked, sweetly. "Starving." Dean said. "Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up." She said and Dean looks at Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" Dean asked and Mary nods. "Really?" He mutters.

Later, Dean, Mary, Samuel and Deanna are sitting around the dining room table, eating dinner. Deanna leans over and touches Dean's arm. "First time in Lawrence, Dean?" She asked him. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed...I think." He replied. "You working a job?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe." Dean said.

"What's that mean?" Samuel asked him. "It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean said and Samuel narrows his eyes.

"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked Dean. "Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore." Dean said. "John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna said, chuckling, while Samuel frowns at this.

"I saw that." Mary said to her father. "What?" Samuel asked. "That sour lemon look." Mary replied. "Now hold on, John's a really, really nice...naive civilian." Samuel said. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She said as she nods to Dean. "What? No, no. No." Dean said, quickly. "Or like (f/n)?" Mary asked her father, ignoring Dean.

"Mary, of course not, it's just that I –"

"That's enough, both of you, we have company." Deanna said, firmly, and Samuel and Mary look down.

"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" Dean asked. "Might be." Samuel said. "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm." Mary said and Samuel gives her a look as Dean clears his throat.

"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked. "Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over." Samuel replied. "That kind of thing happens." Dean said. "So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel asked him. "Demonic omens?" Dean said, shrugging. "That's what I gotta find out." said Samuel.

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web...Of information that you have assembled?" Dean asked. "Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday." Deanna said. "By mail?" Dean asked. "No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight." Samuel said.

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick." Dean said. What part of "we work alone do you not understand, son?" Samuel growled. 

"What about (f/n)? You seem to work with him." Dean tries to defend. "I've known his father since we were kids. So I've known him all his life. I trust him." Samuel said, firmly.

The next morning, at the Whitshire home, Mary and Samuel are sitting in a truck just as a motorcycle, riding by (f/n) comes up behind them. "And I'm here because?" Mary asked. "Family business, Mary...family." Samuel said and Mary scoffs. "What? You'd rather be waving pom-poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?" He asked as Mary sees a boy leaning on a tree nearby and walks towards him. "Where you goin'?" He asked her. "To do the job, Dad." She replied.

(F/n) looks over at her then at Samuel. "I'll go with her." He said and he follows Mary while Samuel walks to the house and knocks on the door.

Dean opens the door, dressed as a priest, which caught Samuel by surprise. "Father, I see you beat me here." he said after recovering from the shock, quickly. "The Lord is funny that way." Dean said then he turns to the woman inside. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney." Dean introduced as he and Beth joins Samuel outside on the doorstep.

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel said. "Thank you." Beth said. "Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death." Dean said. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked. "You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?" She asked.

Samuel is stunned into silence at her response, and Dean, looking amused, turns to leave. "Excuse me." Dean said and he pats Samuel on the back and then makes his way off the porch. Samuel shares an awkward smile with Beth, while Dean approachs Mary, (f/n) and the boy.

Mary notices Dean and turns back to the boy. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just toldmus?" she asked the young boy. The boy looks up at Dean then said. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?" (f/n) asked. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago." Charlie said. "Saying what?" Dean asked. "Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead." Charlie said then he looks between the two.

"Am I going to jail?" he asked and Mary shakes her head. "You didn't do this, Charlie." She assures. "Did the stranger want something in return?" Dean asked him. "He didn't want anything." Charlie replied. "Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?" Dean asked and Charles sighs.

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then." he replied. "Something like what?" Dean asked. "I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts." Charlie said and Mary grabs Dean's and (f/n)'s arms and leads them a few steps away.

"What do you think?" she asked Dean. "I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it." Dean replied and (f/n) nods. "I was thinking the same." He mutters and Mary returns to Charlie, Dean and (f/n) follow her.

"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?" Mary asked him. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really." Charlie replied. "Anything else?" (F/n) asked him. "There was one thing." Charlie said. "What?" Dean asked. "It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and...for a moment I coulda sworn –" he stops and bites his lips. 

"What? That they were black? Or red maybe?" Dean asked and Charlie shakes his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow." He replied and Dean looks over at Mary and (f/n).

That night, at the Campbell house, Dean slams a map down on the dining room table. Deanna is in the kitchen chopping bananas. "What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through." (F/n) said to Dean. "There's nothing to talk about." Dean said. "Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes." (F/n) said. "Yeah, well, I have. This thing killed my family." Dean said, angrily.

"Just calm down, son." Samuel said, calmly, but Dean turns to him. "You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe." Dean said. "Not until we know what we're dealing with here." Samuel said as Deanna comes in carrying a fruit salad.

"Sam's right, Dean, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things." she said. "I know what this thing is!" Dean yells while Deanna goes back into the kitchen. "And I'm gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do." Dean growls.

"You're gonna kill a demon? How?" Samuel asked. "There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun." Dean said and (f/n) gives him a confused look. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Colt's gun? Like The Colt?" He asked and Dean nods.

"I thought that was just a bedtime story?" (F/n) asked and Samuel shrugs. "Well, it's real." Dean said and Samuel looks at Deanna, they don't know what to think. "Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe I do." Dean said as he takes John's journal out of his jacket and flips it open on the table.

"What's this?" (f/n) asked him. "It's a list." Dean replied. "Of what?" Samuel asked. "My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when." Dean replied. "Why?" Samuel asked him. "‘Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my Mom." Dean said then he flips the page.

"Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar." Dean said and Samuel gives him a confused look. "Whitshire Farms, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?" He asked. "Uh...my Dad could see the future." Dean replied, quickly, then points at the page. "Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night." He said.

"Liddy Walsh?" Samuel said. "Haleyville, that's close." Dean said. "I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..." Samuel said then he looks over at Deanna, who leaning on the door jamb, and she shakes her head slightly at the whole story. Samuel looks back at Dean, who sees that they don't believe him.

"I know you guys think I'm crazy." Dean said. "You seem like a really nice kid, Dean, but yeah, you're crazy." Samuel said and Dean looks between Samuel, Deanna and (f/n). "Yeah, maybe, but I know where this bastard's gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it, once and for all." Dean growls and he takes the journal and walks out of the room.

Mary was sitting in her room, listening to music, when Dean comes up. "I'm shoving off. I just wanted to say, bye." He said and she turns to him. "Really? So soon?" She asked. "Yeah – job to do." Dean said then he stops for a moment then looks back at her. "Hey, I wanted to – to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um...it doesn't matter what your Dad thinks, I like that John kid." He said and Mary smiles.

"You do?" she asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be." He said before mutter, softly. "Hell, I'm depending on it."

"What?" Mary asked and Dean looks back at her. "Nothing. Um, can I ask you a question?" He asked and Mary nods. "What's he like? John." Dean asked. "Why do you ask?" Mary asked him. "Just curious." Dean said and Mary thinks for a moment. "I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." She said. "No offense." She adds.

"No, none taken." Dean said 

"Can I tell you something?" she asked and Dean nods. "He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!" She said, smiling. "Yeah?" Dean said, surprised. "Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just…I love John, and..." she said, smiling, before she stops.

"And what?" he asked. "I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen." Mary said and Dean blinks back tears. "Yeah..." he mutters.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him, worried. "Yeah, no, I'm – I'm fine. Hey, uh, Mary, can I tell you something?" He asked. "Sure." She said. "Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?" He asked. "Okay." She said, her eyebrow raised.

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed." he said and she gives him a confused look. "Okay." she said as a tear runs down Dean's face. He smiles at Mary and leaves.

As Dean walks out, he sees the all too familiar motorcycle while (f/n) was standing by the bike. "Nice bike." Dean compliments and (f/n) looks over at him. "Thanks. Just got it." He said. "You a bike guy?"

"Me? No, no, just know a good bike when I see one...but...my girlfriend has the bike knowledge." Dean said. "Oh, got yourself a bad girl? Better watch out for them." (F/n) teased and Dean chuckles. "You have no idea." He said and (f/n) laughs. "Well, more power to ya, buddy."

"Speaking of girlfriends, how did that date, last night, go for you?" Dean asked and (f/n) smirks. "Honestly...it went amazingly. There's just...I don't know...something about her. I've only been with her for a few months and it's like...she was made for me. And...the more I spend time with her...the more I want to leave this hunting life behind." He replied then he turns to Dean. "Sounds insane, doesn't it?" (F/n) asked and Dean shrugs. "I'd say go for it. But then again, I know crazy talk." Dean said, smirking, and (f/n) laughs.

"Yeah, about that....you sure about it? What you said about the Colt and this...yellow eyed demon?" (F/n) asked him. "I've never been so sure in my life." Dean said and (f/n) looks down, sighs then looks back at him. "Well, if you need any help, have Mary call me." (F/n) said and he climbs on his bike and begins to start it.

"Hey (f/n)!" Dean said and the young man looks back at him with his familiar (e/c) eyes. "You take care. And keep your girlfriend safe, okay? Watch over her and make sure she's safe at all time." Dean warns and (f/n) looks him over before he nods. "I will." He said then he revves up the engine of the bike. "See you around, buddy." (F/n) said before he drives off.

Later that night, Dean is driving when Castiel appears next to him. Dean inhales sharply. "So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?" He asked, annoyed. Castiel just looks at him, and Dean glances over again. "Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam and (y/n) would have wanted in on this, why not bring them back?" Dean asked. "You had to do this alone, Dean." Castiel replied.

"And you don't care that Sam's tearing up the future looking for me right now? Or (y/n)?" Dean asked. "Sam's not looking for you and I told you (y/n) is asleep." Castiel said. "Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and – and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail? (Y/n)'s parents could live? (Y/n) and I can have a normal life together?" Dean asked.

"You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, (y/n) – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel said. "I realize." Dean grumbles. "And you don't care?" Castiel asked. "Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents and (y/n)'s dad. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it." Dean said then he looks over to the passenger seat, but Castiel is gone.

Dean is kneeling at a safe, from which he pulls out the Colt. A man, Daniel Elkins, appears with a shotgun pointed at Dean's back. "Hold it right there, friend. Drop the gun, be on your way." Daniel threatens. Dean pretends to lay the Colt on the top of the safe, but instead points it at Daniel. "Can't do it, Daniel." Dean said.

"Who the hell are you?" Daniel asked him. "A hunter, just like yourself." Dean tells him. "Thief's more like it." Daniel growls. "I just need it for a few days." Dean said to him. "Not happening, mister." said Daniel. "Look, I have a chance to save my family's lives. My family. But I need this gun to do it. So if you want to stop me? Kill me." Dean said and he lowers the Colt and walks slowly toward the door past Daniel.

Then he turns to look at Daniel, who begins to lower his gun. "There's some hunters in Lawrence, the Campbells." Dean said. "Never heard of them." Daniel said. "That's where she'll be." Dean said and he begins to leave.

Meanwhile, at the Campbell house, Mary and Samuel are sitting at the dining room table cleaning guns when Mary turns to her dad. "Dean say where he was going?" she asked. "Said he was gonna kill a demon." Samuel replied and Mary chuckles. "Kill a demon? That's impossible." She said. "Yep." He dad mutters.

"Where?" She asked. "Uh...oh, I don' know, over in Haleyville, uh, Walsh's maybe." He said, shrugging, and Mary looks up at him. "Wait, not Liddy Walsh?" She asked, worried. "Well, yeah, I- I- I think so." He stutters. "Dad, she's a friend of mine! We gotta help her." She exclaims as Deanna walks to the door of the room, and sees Mary getting up.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "I'll be in the car." Mary replied as she walks off. "Hey –" Deanna said but Samuel speaks up. "I mean, she wants to hunt, she doesn't want to hunt, is this some female time of month thing?" He asked and Deanna sighs and walks back into the other room. "What?" He asked, wondering what he said wrong.

At the Walsh house, Liddy is sitting on the sofa with Dr.Brown as he looks her over. "I'm sorry, Liddy, it's metastasized." He said to her. "Where?" Liddy asked. "His liver, his lungs. It's time we talked about arrangements." said Dr Brown. "No, you have to do something, Dr. Brown." She pleads and he looks at her.

"There is one way, a cure actually, but I'll need your help." he said. "What do I have to do?" she asked. "Nothing. Just in ten years, I'm going to come to you and ask for something then." he said. "What?" she asked him. "Nothing you'll miss." Dr. Brown says as his eyes turn yellow.

The door bursts open and Samuel enters then shoots Brown in the chest while Liddy screams. Brown's eyes open and Samuel cocks the shotgun again. Brown waves his hand and Samuel's shotgun flies across the room. Then Bornw waves his other hand and Samuel flies backwards and gets pinned to the wall behind him.

"Oh, God." Liddy exclaims. "Hold that thought." Brown said and he approaches Samuel. "You son of a bich." Samuel said. Brown leans in to Samuel, but turns around abruptly. Mary is standing behind him with a raised knife. He grabs Mary by the throat.

"Hello there." he greets S Mary slices him with the knife. "Where the hell have they been hiding you?" Brown asked as Mary keeps attacking. Brown grabs her arm and she drops the knife then she punches him. "I like you. You got a lot of spunk." Brown said and Mary kicks him. He grabs her leg, then slams her against a wall.

"Mary!" Samuel shouts and Dean bursts in with the Colt drawn. Brown pulls Mary in front of him as a shield. "Let her go!" Dean yells while Brown looks at Dean, shocked.

"Where'd you get that gun?" he asked and Dean cocks the Colt and nods to Mary, who breaks away from Brown. Black smoke pours from Brown's mouth and goes out a vent in the wall. "Damn..." Dean growls.

"Mary, what else did he say to you?" Dean asked Mary as they stand out on Liddy's yard. "I told you, just that he liked me." Mary said then she looks up at Dean with fear in her eyes. "What did he mean by that?" She asked, fearfully, as Samuel joins them on the lawn.

"Liddy's a strong kid, she'll be fine." Samuel said then he looks at Mary. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?" Mary said as she turns and walks to the truck. Samuel turns to Dean.

"Nice job in there." he said. "I missed the shot." Dean grumbles. "Take the compliment, son. I'm saying that I was wrong about you." Samuel said and Dean looks at him, then to the truck where Mary went, and looks back at Samuel, obviously upset. "We need to talk alone." He said.

"We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies." Dean said after they make it to Campbell's house. "What? How do you know that?" Samuel asked and Dean pulls out John's journal. "I just do, okay?" He said.

"When?" Samuel asked. "I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust me." Dean assures. "So what, are you some kind of a psychic now too?" Samuel asked. "No. Alright, listen to me." Dean said and he goes to the table and sits down next to Samuel.

"Now, this is gonna sound a little...actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy." Dean said. "Okay." Samuel said, unsure. "Mary is my mother." Dean said. "Excuse me?" Samuel asked.

"And I am your grandson, and I know what the hell I'm talking about." Dean said while Samuel looks at him in disbelief. "You wanna run that by me again, son?" He asked. "My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester." Dean admits while Samuel gives him a funny look.

"I don't have to listen to this." he grumbles as he starts to get up.. "Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1983, and I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please." Dean pleads to him.

Meanwhile, Mary runs up to John and throws herself into his arms. "Hey, you – you okay?" John asked her, worried. "You promised you'd take me away." She said, questioning. "Of course I did." John said. "Do it now." Mary said and John opens the door of his car. Mary climbs in, and he shuts it after her, looking concerned.

"How did I know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? I'm not making this up, Samuel." Dean said as Samuel still looks at him. "Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you, son, but I believe you." Samuel said and Dean sighs with relief. "Thank you." He said.

"I mean, how do we find this bastard?" Samuel asked him. "Right here, the list." Dean said as he opens John's journal. "And with the Colt?" Samuel asked. Dean pulls the Colt out of his jacket and puts it on the table. "Yeah." Dean said. "Here, let me see it." Samuel asked.

Dean hesitates and then moves it further away from Samuel. "Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it." Dean said. "I'm your grandfather." Samuel said. "Nothing personal." Dean tells him. "Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill."  Samuel said and his eyes turn yellow. He raises his hand and the chair that Dean is sitting slams against the wall. Dean glares, but appears unable to move.

"Future boy, huh?" The Demon said as hewalks over to Dean. "I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?" He asked. "Oh, I came here to kill you." Dean growls. 

"Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you...are you one of my psychic kids?" The demon asked and he leans in and sniffs Dean. "No, not you. Maybe you got a sis, or a bro. That's terrific, means it all worked out. After all, it's why I'm here." He said, smiling.

"So that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls." Dean said. "No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy." The demon said. "Why her? Why any of them?" Dean asked. "Because they're strong." The demon said as Deanna peeks around the corner of the kitchen doorway and sees what is happening.

"They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders." the demon said and Dean furrows his brow. "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite." the demon said and Dean looks furious and tries to move, but can't.

Deanna watches from the next room. "So why make the deals?" Dean asked him. "I need permission." the demon said as Deanna comes quietly into the room. "I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. ‘Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong." The demon explains.

"For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?" Dean asked.  Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid." The demon scoffs. "End game? What end game?" Dean asked, confused. "Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good." The demon said.

"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you." Dean spat. "Right. Now that, I'd like to see." the demon laughs. "Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, ‘cause I'm the one that kills you." Dean growls.

"So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." The demon takes out a knife. "Your Grandpappy." The demon said and he winks and plunges the knife into Samuel.

"No!" Dean and Deanna say at the same time. Then the demon  goes for Deanna, while Dean struggles to free himself. The demon sends Deanna flying and breaks her neck in the kitchen as she tries to crawl away. Dean grabs the Colt and rushes in to find her dead, and the demon gone. "Mary...Mary!" Dean shouts and he starts to run.

John and Mary were sitting in the Impala, which is parked next to a river. "I guess it's no secret why I brought you way out here." John said and Mary turns to him. "John –" she said but John continues. "I just – just let me get through this, okay?" He asked and Mary nods. "Okay, wait. There's things you don't know about me, John." She said. 

"So?" John said and he opens the ring box and shows it to her. "I will always love you for exactly who you are." He said when there is a bang at the window.

"What did I tell you?" Samuel, still possessed, asked. "Dad!" Mary shouts. "Sir, just listen!" John said but Samuel pulls Mary out of the car. John gets out the other side.

"Ow! Dad! You're hurting me!" Mary shouts as John runs over and tries to pull Samuel off Mary. "Hey, take it easy!" John said and Samuel grabs John's head and wrenches it sideways, breaking his neck and killing him instantly.

"No!" Mary screams as John falls to the ground. Mary drops to her knees to cradle him. The demon kicks John's legs. "You killed him." Mary cries as she looks up at him. "Oh, not just John, sweetie-pie. Mommy and Daddy too." The demon said and he unzips his jacket to show Mary the knife wound in Samuel's stomach.

"No..." she cries, softly. "Yup, afraid so. You're little orphan Mary now." the demon sniggers. "You son of a bitch!" Mary growls. "Oh, sticks and stones may break my bones, and they won't bring your family back either." The demon said. "I'll kill you, I swear to God." Mary spat. "Oh, let's not get nasty." The demon said and he sits down next to Mary.

"Now look, we both said some things that we regret. Let's, um...kiss and make up." the demon said while Mary is crying and holding John. "I'll tell you what, I'll arrange to have lover boy here brought back breathing." the demon said and Mary looks over at him.

"My parents too?" she asked. "Nope, sorry doll, that's not on the table. But, think about it, you could be done with hunting forever. The white picket fence, station wagon, couple of kids, no more monsters or fear. I'll make sure of it." said the demon. "What? And all it costs is my soul?" Mary asked him, scoffing. "Oh, no, you can keep your soul, I just need permission." The demon said. "For what?" She asked. "Mmm, in ten years I need to swing by your house for a little something, that's all." The demon said.

"For what?!" Mary asked, angrily. "Relax. As long as I'm not interrupted, nobody gets hurt, I promise. Or you can spend the rest of your life, desperate and alone." The demon said while Mary is sobbing. "Mary? It's a good deal. So what do you say?" The demon asked.

Dean drives up and sees demon kissing Mary and he gets out of the car. "No!" Dean shouts and he rushes forward with the Colt drawn. Before he can shoot, black smoke flows from Samuel's mouth and John comes back to life. "Mary?" John asked and Mary sobs with relief. "John." She said.

Castiel appears beside Dean and places a hand on his shoulder. When Mary looks up from John, Dean is gone and Samuel lies dead on the ground.

Dean was asleep in bed until gasps and wakes up. Castiel is standing near the foot of the bed. "I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?" Dean asked as he sits up and Castiel nods. "W-What about (f/n)? Him and (m/n)? I need to..." Dean said but Castiel shakes his head. "They still die. (F/n) was in an accident a month after that. (M/n) made a deal with Azazel to save (f/n)." Castiel informs and Dean looks down, defeated. 

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it." Castiel said and Dean stands up. "What?" he asked. "Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination." Castiel said. "Then why'd you send me back?" Dean asked, angrily. "For the truth. Now you know everything we do." Castiel said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked and  Castiel looks at the other bed, which hasn't been slept in, and Dean follows his gaze.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "We know what Azazel did to your brother and your girlfriend. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up." Castiel said.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "425 Waterman." Castiel replied and Dean grabs his keys and his jacket. "You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will." Castiel said and he disappears.

"Dean?" A voice asked and Dean turns to see (y/n) waking up. "You okay?" She asked, worried. "Get up, we've got to go." He said and she sits up. "What's wrong?" She asked. "It's Sam." He replied as he puts his boots on and (y/n) looks over to the other bed and sees Sam is gone. 

"Where's Sam?" She asked, worried, and Dean gives her a look. "425 Waterman." He replies. "How do you know that." She asked. "It's a long story but we need to go now." He said and (y/n), quickly, gets up and changes.

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Summary: Ivonne Rainer hadn’t met Dean Winchester in 2006 after he was hit by a car. No, this time, this universe, they met in 2010, when the whole Apocalypse deal started and Dean was made leader of one of the only remaining survival camps in America. Little did he know, one random raid would change everything.

A/N - I’m writing this in tandem with the main series, so by the time we get to this point, you’ve got a gist of what’s going on :)

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“Ivy!” James looked me in the eye, his hands gripping my shoulders while his green eyes were serious. “Answer me, for God’s sake, what the hell was that?!” 

I stared at the body, the bullet wound visible from where I was. I just shot that man without even registering what was going on in my head. Something clicked and I didn’t know what fit in like a goddamn puzzle piece and made me go postal. “I-“ I didn’t have time to answer when I was roughly spun around by Dean Winchester himself, his expression livid. 

“I’m not worth it, huh?” He spat, shaking me. “And he was?! That good man, that innocent man was worth takin’ out your sick and twisted temper tantrum on, is that it?! You don’t even know who he is!” 

“Dean, let go!” Risa stepped in between us while the commotion got more intense. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. Cas strolled out of the hippie cabin, walking over and smiling at Winchester. 

“If I may, Dean, can we do this discussion inside?” He asked calmly, gesturing to Winchester’s cabin. “It would be less distressing for the camp goers if we did.” 

He thought for a second, then immediately hounded me inside, James, Risa and Castiel following. The door slammed behind us, and I was put in front of the four of them, judging stares locked on me by James and Winchester, then a smug smile by Cas and a concerned one by Risa. 

“Talk. Now.” 

“I don’t even know what happened myself.” I shrugged, trying to figure out why I did it. “There was just… static… in my head. Pure static, it didn’t allow me to think. That guy who I shot? He was the centre of it.” 

“So you killed a guy just cause he was annoying you with his thoughts?” He scoffed. “Real sane person we’ve got here.” 

“I know how it sounds!” 

“Sounds real bad for you, there, don’t it?” 

“Boss.” A rando who I recognised as Ricky popped his head through the door. “We need to talk.” Winchester shot a chilling glare at me before storming out, leaving James, Risa, Cas and I in the tent alone. 

“Ivy, I think you’re a good person, but I kind of don’t know what to think anymore.” James sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. His eyes looked upset, conflicted, stern, as they made contact with my own pleading ones, as I tried to make heads or tails of why I did it. Why I shot a man in cold blood. “Your face when you shot him, you didn’t even seem to think about it.” 

“Let’s be realistic. Does she seem like a psycho to you?” Risa shrugged, gesturing to me. Cas tapped his chin wistfully, staring into space before returning to the present moment with a calculating look. 

“In all honesty,” He began, shrugging sloppily. If this man’s my advocate, I’m done for. “I think that she would not have done what she did without proper reason.” 

“Like how his thoughts were static?” I whispered, sighing as I ran a hand through my hair, resigning myself to the fate that I’d actually gone psycho. “Guys, I think there is something wrong with me. I’ve never heard something like that before.” I took out my gun, cocking it and holding it out to Risa. It was the right thing to do, if Winchester was right. “If the guy turned out to be normal, and ain’t somethin’ we can’t explain, I need you to kill me.” 

Risa frowned, backing away from the gun with a shocked expression on her face. “I can’t do that-“ 

“Rainer.” Winchester showed up at the door, looking at me with a look that mixed between confusion, relief and… more confusion. “You killed a Croat.” 

“She did what?!” James exclaimed, his arms unfolding as my fingers almost lost their grip on my gun when I heard that information. My jaw dropped, my eyes gauging the reaction of every person in the room. James looked in awe and disbelieving at the same time, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. Risa had a look which said ‘that’s my girl’, Cas had a broad smirk on his face while Winchester was looking at me, slight remorse in his eyes that he assumed I was a raging psychopath way too early. 

To be fair, I was prepared to think the same. 

“Those psychic powers of hers, they sensed that Kyle was a Croat. He was turning by the time he got off that Jeep.”

”It’s not like I’m not happy about all this, but do I have to be a walking, talking Croat radar?” I sighed, carrying firewood under my arm. The nature of my powers was meant to be a secret, but, naturally, the whole camp found out. Risa walked beside me, holding two duffel bags full of medicine. 

“Well, it kind of makes you a hero.” She reasoned with a reasonably proud smile. “You’re the only one here who doesn’t have to actively check for signs of infection. You just… know it.” 

“I’d much rather build my reputation rather than get it in a day.” I shrugged, depositing the firewood. “Sudden trust is pretty fragile.” 

“Well, you’ve got my trust. In fact, you already had it.” 

I frowned a bit, but I had a smile on my face despite myself. Risa… trusted me? “Really?” I chuckled a bit as I tried to contemplate why. “I’m worth your trust?” 

“If there’s anything,” She whispered dramatically, “it’s a good judge of character.” 

“Right.” I nodded, but then the smile faded off my face. “I don’t know, it’s just… I’ve done a lot of things in my lifetime. To the point where I think I don’ exactly deserve the trust I’m gettin’.” 

“Everyone deserves trust. Unless you’ve done something absolutely horrible.” 

“Ivy.” James came up to me, and passed me a duffel bag of what I could only guess was gear. “Gear up, you’re coming on our next mission.” 

“Am I?” I frowned, slinging the bag over my shoulder. “Who gave the orders?” 

“The boss did.” He smirked, clapping my shoulder. “He needs your skills out there. If you can sense Croats left and right, you’re a valuable asset.” 

“I still can’t control it.” 

“Better get a sesh with Cas in, then. As he seems to be your fabled… guide? Like Gandalf or somethin’.” 

The shooting range was loud, filled with the sharp cracks of gunfire and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Even with ear protectors on, the noise was still startling to my young ears. But I wasn't scared. Not with Dad by my side.

"Dad, look!" I exclaimed, pointing at the paper target downrange. Some bullets had landed bang in the centre of the target, and I’d made three more in the forehead and one in each eye, just like he instructed me to.

Michael Rainer, my dad, chuckled beside me. He was tall and strong, with kind eyes and a beard that tickled when he kissed my forehead. "Good job, jellybean," he said, his voice warm and encouraging. "You're getting better every day. Can’t wait ‘till Carter an’ Quinn are your age, of they’re anything like their sister, they’ll be almost as good as you, huh?"

I beamed up at him, clutching my tiny hands around the gun. It was heavy, but Dad always helped me hold it steady. He'd told me that learning to shoot was important, that we needed to be prepared in case any monsters or bad things came after us.

"Okay, let's try again to refresh what you’ve learnt," Dad said, adjusting my grip on the firearm. He was patient, never rushing me. "Remember to squeeze the trigger gently."

I nodded, focusing on the target again. I closed one eye like Dad showed me, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger just like he said. Bang! The gun kicked back a little, but I kept it steady this time.

When we walked downrange to check the target, Dad lifted me up to see. There were a few holes near the center now. "That's my girl," he said proudly, ruffling my hair. "You're a natural, Ivy. Six years old and you’re shootin’ like that."

I giggled at his nickname for me. "I wanna be a good hunter like you, Dad," I declared, determination shining in my eyes.

Dad's expression softened, and he crouched down to my level. "You're gonna be the best hunter, jellybean," he said, his voice full of certainty. "But remember, hunting isn't just about shooting. It's about knowing when to fight and when to hide. It's about protecting people who can't protect themselves."

I nodded solemnly, taking in his words. Dad always talked about protecting people. He said it was our family's duty. I didn't completely understand everything he meant, but I knew it was important. “Ok.” 

“That’s my girl.” He grinned at me, the back of his fingers stroking my cheek. “I knew you were made to hunt. The moment I saw you holdin’ my .45, I knew. You’re gonna be better than me someday, I know it.” 

“You think so?” 

“I know so.” After a few more rounds of shooting, Dad called a break. He set the gun down and took off his ear protectors. "You did great today, Ivy," he said, smiling down at me. "But now, let's go get some ice cream, what do you say?"

My eyes widened in excitement. "Ice cream? Yes, please!" I exclaimed, already imagining the sweet, cold treat.

Dad laughed and scooped me up in his arms. Together, we walked out of the shooting range, the noise fading behind us. Dad always made me feel safe, whether we were training or just spending time together.

“Alright, the mission is simple.” Winchester barked as we were approaching the location in Delaware, and I wrinkled my nose slightly since I felt kind of like a soldier. God, this guy’s full of himself. “I ain’t about to explain it again. In and out of any corner stores and grab as many supplies as you can. You see a Croat, you kill on sight. Rhodes, take Nicks and Hoyt to go cover the left side. Darren, Abrams, you take the left. Risa, Rainer,” His eyes landed on me, “you’re coming with me to take the north.” 

“Yes, sir.” Everyone but me chorused, because I was slightly confused as to the ‘plan’ part of the plan, but this dude was smarter than he looks, so I’ll leave it up to him. 

“Oh, and Rainer.” All eyes landed on me. I shifted in my seat, sitting up straight as I suddenly found myself front and centre of all scrutiny. “You’re our ears. If you hear static, you let us know where and how far. Think you can do that?” 

“I’ll try.” I sighed, gritting my teeth then unclenching them. I couldn’t help but feel some sort of nerves on this mission.

“Try ain’t cutting it. We need you on lock right here, right now.” I opened my mouth to argue, but James and Risa sent me a warning look, so I nodded and didn’t say a word. My blood boiled slightly, but he was right. Lives depended on me, and I couldn’t afford to mess up. 

“If people die on a hunt you’re workin’, jellybean, it’s nobody’s fault but yours. Because you didn’t try hard enough.” 

I cocked my gun, ready to fight as we pulled up to the area, which was a derelict wasteland called Selbyville. Windows were smashed in, blood stained the gravel and it was littered with mauled bodies. I grimaced, but held up my gun, my outer thigh flexing slightly so I knew that I still had spare clips on my person. 

Static came from the top left of my brain, getting closer, and I flicked the safety off my gun just in time for a Croat to come barrelling around a corner. I fired as soon as it was in range, hitting it bang in the middle of its forehead. My eyes tentatively went to Winchester, who had a look in this eye which I couldn’t help but identify as slight awe. We stalked further, and my eyes darted around for any other signs of static in the bleak landscape.

Winchester glanced back at me with his usual scowl, checking to make sure I was keeping up. "Rainer, stay sharp," he muttered, his voice low. He always called me by my last name, as if my first name was too much effort for him.

I smirked, adjusting the strap of my rifle over my shoulder, still holding my handgun up. "Don't worry, Winchester, I've got it on lock."

”Shut up.” 

“Get a room, guys.” Risa giggled, keeping with us. 

“And you keep your mouth shut too.” We reached what used to be a grocery store, the roof half-collapsed and vines crawling up the crumbling walls. Winchester signalled for us to spread out and start searching for supplies. As I rummaged through a shelf of canned goods, I heard a faint rustling outside, followed by a voice I knew all too well. I opened my mouth to yell out-

BANG.

Suddenly, the air was split by the sound of gunfire. Raiders. They came out of nowhere, shouting threats and demands. I dove behind a toppled shelf, pulling out my own weapon and scanning for targets. Winchester and the others were doing the same, taking cover behind what little protection we had.

One of the raiders, a man with salt and pepper hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes, a scar across his cheek and a malicious grin stepped forward, his gaze taking me in with a manner that could only be described as hungry. "Well, well, well. Look who it is," he sneered, gesturing to me. "Ivy Rainer."

I smirked back at him, unfazed. "Marco Ruiz. Still holding a grudge, huh?"

Marco chuckled darkly. "You killed three of my men, Rainer. You think we'd just forget about that?"

”And I thought it’s cause I turned you down.” I grinned, my tongue tracing my upper teeth in a way that I knew would piss him off. “Poor baby, did I bruise your ego? And what little you’ve got packin’ down there, while we’re at it?” I heard a snort from both Risa and Winchester, and when Marco pointed his gun at them, I held my hand out. “No, no, don’t you dare! Take me, alright? Take me, leave them.” 

“Oh, hell, no!” Winchester snapped, glaring daggers at me. “‘Take me’, my ass! She’s stayin’.” His mouth set in a thin line, his jaw ticking as he tried to intimidate Marco, who just chuckled at his audacity. 

“Ivy, don’t sacrifice yourself for our safety.” Risa hissed, but I shrugged, getting up slowly. 

“That’s right, sweet cheeks.” Marco smirked, reaching for his cuffs. I found the time to strike, twisting the gun out of his hand just as it fired, the adrenaline coursing through my body as I stumbled back a bit from how fast I ran forward and dismantled the gun, throwing it aside just as he gave me a sharp uppercut to my stomach that hurt way more than necessary. I coughed, feeling winded, but then Risa and Winchester pounced. Risa twisted Marco’s arm behind his back before Winchester restrained him with one sculpted arm around his neck. 

“Take your shot, Ivy.” Risa nodded, and I picked my gun off the floor, stumbling forward and sharply whipping my gun across Marco’s temple, knocking him out cold while the lack of shouts outside and the raiders’ panicked thoughts telling me that we’d won. 

“That felt good.” I smirked, then frowned, my head spinning a little. “He called me sweet cheeks.” 

“I know, it was disgusting.”  

“Ugh, can’t stand him.” 

“I know, I only just met him, but he’s an ass-“ 

“Rainer!” Winchester spun me around, and looked down to see the growing bloodstain on my stomach. The world started going blurry and spinning, and the breath left my lungs as the oh-so-sweet adrenaline wore off like it was never there. I looked into his… pretty… green eyes, a small giggle leaving my mouth as the edges of my vision disappeared and faded rapidly. 

“Where did…” I gasped groggily, swaying on my feet, “when did that get there…” I collapsed, the shouts of both Risa and Winchester filling my ears until everything… 

This feels like a chick flick moment, but I have to say it. 

Everything went black.

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