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trannydean · 9 months

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spn aus you say..... (please tell everything I am begging)

GIGGLING LIKE AN IDIOT!!!!! OKAY!!!!! warning this is a really long post kgjhjkgrjkd.

i've got 11 so far, but two of em (rvbnatural and spidernatural) barely have anything. rvbnatural is spn guys in the red vs. blue universe with dean, sam, and my oc jaime being a part of a special elite military project, similar to project freelancer in rvb. it's in the 2550s so it's set in same time frame as the halo games do. spidernatural is the spn guys in some sort of spiderverse, idk if it's like itsv/atsv or what, but it WAS inspired by atsv coming out. azazel is a spider demon guy wanting to take over the world with spider demon kids. he gives baby sam some spider demon blood and then little dean comes in and tries to protect him and he ends up bitten. both of them end up with spider powers and are spider-men.

but then i've got more in-depth aus! my most recent one is a modern au where jaime's family and dean's were next door neighbors for about their whole lives. jaime had to witness john abusing and neglecting his kids, and eventually he just decided he wasn't fucking having it anymore. he tricks john into coming into the woods and beats him to death with his baseball bat. garth is there and he helps bury the body.

john's sudden disappearance gets chalked up to be him going missing, sam and dean (and maybe adam, idk if he's gonna be here yet or not) go to live with bobby, and jaime thinks his problems are over. he and garth never speak of it again.

UNTIL several years later when some kids were digging around in the woods and they dug up john's body. it was obvious that john was murdered, his case is reopened. jaime becomes the main suspect. cas is going to be his defense lawyer.

there's my farmer au. sam and dean were born and raised on the winchester farm, being basically the only ones who worked there outside of their father. sam eventually goes to college, and john has to hire a farmhand. dunno who it is yet, but a few years later, that farmhand quit right before harvest time, so now it's just him and dean. he orders dean to make ads and put them up so that they can get a new farmhand.

enter jaime, who has just moved to their area of texas. he's never been living out of his guardians' house and though he thought moving across the state to be on his own was a good idea, he's sort of scrambling because he didn't have a real plan. he sees the ad and though he's never done farm work before, he has done manual labor and he figures he can pick up on this stuff fairly well.

plus, in exchange for working, he also gets to live in the farmhouse on the property, and he doesn't have to pay for food or rent (though he DOES get less pay due to this). he figures this is a pretty good deal, and ends up going to apply for the job. he gets it, despite the fact john doesn't like that he's kind of scrawny. (he reflects that dean's always been on the leaner side and he gets the job done "okay", and this is also the best he's got, so he has to go with it).

jaime and dean quickly become best friends--they're working together side-by-side almost all day, almost every day. come harvest time, dean and jaime are tasked with selling their crop at the farmer's market.

enter cas, the youngest of a wealthy family who has always been big buyers in the winchester crop. cas and dean have had fleeting encounters and both have a crush on each other tbh. jaime sees cas for the first time when cas comes to their stall on his first day at the farmer's market and definitely understands where dean was coming from.

next i've got my modern au that's got dean as a famous music artist. tbh i don't have so much for this one, but basically, dean is a music artist and he's been hitting a writer's block (or whatever you call it for songwriting) but something makes him remember his high school best friends/crushes (jaime and cas) and he ends up writing a song about them. and he doesn't use any pronouns in the song referring to them, and TECHNICALLY both "jaime" and "cas" can be considered gender neutral, so while the song is a huge hit once he releases it, there's also lots of discussion/controversy about it because "okay so are these two people girls or guys??? or one's a girl and one's a guy???" but it's funny because it's none of the above, jaime and cas are both non-binary. but anyways both jaime and cas end up hearing it on the radio and they're both like "oh my fuck he remembers me…"

and they've been living their separate lives far away from each other for many years but now they all begin reminiscing their high school "friendship" (they were all extremely gay for each other) and debate whether to try contacting each other again. i mean, dean wrote a song about them and it became a big hit and is currently being played all across the country right now. it would kinda make sense to do so. and they're all kinda missing each other, which they dismiss as nostalgia but it's really a lot more than that.

so jaime and cas find each other and then decide to attend to dean's next concert, bc he's on tour rn. they somehow get dean to notice them in the crowd (jaime's gonna do smth stupid prolly) and dean sees them and is SO HAPPY and he puts his whole pussy into that concert. and then they reunite and are all super happy to see each other again. and they can't just ignore dean's confession in the song.... they all end up getting together again, it's good.

next my merfolk au!!! MY FAVORITE HEHEHE!!! jaime and cas are two merpeople who live on the coast, next to an older fisherman's cabin owned by bobby. i'm not sure if in this au, merpeople are social beings in the way they live in pods or not, but either way, cas and jaime are rejected by basically anyone (cas is too weird, jaime is too aggressive (protective of cas!!!)) other than gabriel, who is cas' guardian, and then jaime's once he comes around (jaime's parents died, jaime ran (swam) away from the rest of his family and got lost, then found by cas).

dean has been visiting bobby's place since he was a little kid, and the first time jaime and cas saw him, they were instantly fascinated. they'd never seen a human their age before. jaime wanted to introduce themselves to dean but cas was shy and not ready so jaime was cool with that. they stuck to hanging out with bobby when sam and dean weren't there.

fast forward 15-20 some years. jaime gets captured by fishermen and sold to a freak show. cas comes up on land disguised as a human and begs dean for help (bobby's in town rn). it takes a while but with sam's help they're able to locate and rescue jaime. by this time, dean knows about cas and jaime being merpeople, and he's definitely awestruck by them when he sees them both in trueform. and they're both fascinated by him, which he finds embarrassing, because he doesn't believe beings so magnificent should find him, a measly human, fascinating.

then there's my dystopian/post-apocalypse au!!! cas lives in a glass-encased bunker that's been the "one safe place" since earth's nuclear fallout nearly 100 years before. dean and jaime are two people living outside the bunker, otherwise known as purgatory. jaime and dean have been best friends their whole lives and have gone through literally everything together--losing their parents, raising their little siblings (in jaime's case, cousin, but jackie has always been more like a sister to jaime rather than a cousin).

jaime, dean, sam, and jackie all go out searching for the bunker, wanting to see the real thing. they've heard stories about it, and the oldest people they've met remember being rejected from entering the bunker during the fallout due to the bunker being "too full". it takes years, but they do find it. cas sees them, and cas, who has been obsessed with learning all he can about purgatory for basically his whole life, is bursting with excitement about finding people on the outside.

chuck, cas' dad and the president of all the people in the bunker, is just SO MAD that his son found the outsiders before his people did. because see, ever since the higher-ups of the bunker realized there was still people surviving outside, they began to capture them, bring them secretly to secret labs, and basically experiment on them to find out how they can survive outside the bunker until they die. chuck did not stop this tradition when he became president and found out about all this.

so basically, chuck tries to find an excuse to get these four outsiders to "disappear" so that he can get them to his private labs to experiment on. there's a problem, because cas is attached to them, to two in particular really. and cas doesn't know about what chuck's doing--if he did, he wouldn't stand for it. so chuck has to try to do all he wants while keeping it hidden from cas. it doesn't end up working btw.

i've got my hunter!jaime au, which is basically what jaime's life would've been like if he'd grown up knowing about the supernatural. there is SO MUCH i have for it, i cannot put it all here, but i CAN make separate posts about it if you want me to!!!

i've got two soulmate aus--a soulmate tattoo au and a soulmate journal au. in the soulmate tat one, it's a lot like your usual au with this trope--you've got your soulmate's name tattooed to you somewhere. but sometimes, people are born with more than one name on them, or none at all, and those with more than one are mostly shunned by society, while those with none are pitied. jaime, cas, and dean all have two, ofc, and grow up with different reactions to it--jaime gets it an accepting family, though they're a little misguided in their support ("he's confused, but he's got the spirit" sort of deal). cas' is an outcast at school for it, and half his brothers despise him for it while the other half do their best to make sure he knows he's not alone. then dean gets the shittiest bit, with his godawful father hating him and definitely mistreating him for this. i'm using this au to be a thing in support of polyamorous and ace individuals, and i just hope i can do good with my representation.

then with the soulmate journal au, every baby has a journal pop up when they're born that they can use to communicate with their soulmate/s. jaime and cas talk with each other for several years and think only they are each other's soulmates, but dean is also their soulmate--john just confiscated his journal after mary died and never let him get a hold of it. however, jaime and cas fill up their initial journal and another one appears for each of them, and that ALSO makes another one appear to dean. he gets to write to his soulmates for the first time and it's a big whirlwind for him bc woah, finally, he gets to talk to them!!! but then again, the only examples of soulmates he's seen is his dad and the awful way he handled mary's death, so dean's not the fondest of the idea. he has to keep his journal hidden so no one ever finds it and takes away what becomes one of the only highlights in his life.

finally, my last one!!! this is just a regular modern au. jaime moves into a new town and tries to fit in. he gets a job at cas' bakery, and he meets dean at the mechanics shop, and they all fall in love :] it's very nice and sweet.

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! this was a lot to type out 😭😭😭

#answering machine #my aus #omg i gotta tag all these...#au: jestiel merfolk #au: jaime kills john #au: hunter!jaime #au: modern jestiel #au: jestiel post-apoc/dystop #au: jestiel soulmate journals #au: jestiel soulmate tattoos #au: jestiel farmer #au: music artist dean #au: spidernatural #au: rvbnatural #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR COMMENTS #PLS ASK/TELL ME #I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT EVERYONE'S GOT TO SAY ABT THESE

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hekate1308 · 6 months

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Do You Know A Way Out Of Here?

Prompt: Do you know a way out of here?

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

Now, Dean is not one of those people who doesn’t know how to party. You just have to ask Sammy to make sure of that.

But this…

He didn’t work so hard to go to college to spend his evening with over a hundred drunk and rowdy frat boys, no matter what anyone says. He only came by because they kept pressuring him anyway and he’s hoping they’ll stop once they realise he’s not a good fit, and he knew better than to take any of his real friends with because by god, he’s not forcing Charlie or Garth or Benny to deal with this.

He wonders what would happen if he just loudly announced he’s bi, but that’s definitely not a good idea and Sam made him promise to come back alive.

Yes, better just hang out for a bit longer and then leave. Perhaps play a few games. Charlie is up till dawn when she can get away with it anyway, meaning every day.

By now, most of the frat boys have realized that, for all his stunning good looks and his charming demeanour, they and Dean don’t really anything in common. So, he’s mostly left to himself, finishing his beer. Seems like he’ll be able to slip away soon enough. For now, he decides to down the rest on the veranda where it’s quiet and dark and he doesn’t have to deal with any drunk idiots.

It turns out he’s right about all three of those things, even though he doesn’t end up alone.

He’s been enjoying the air for a few minutes, all but done with his drink when a voice behind him says “Do you know a way out of here?”

He will always deny that he jumped because while he might not be a frat boy, he’s not a scaredy cat, either.

Dean turns his head and finds the hot guy he’s seen around campus. Granted, he probably has a name and all that, but this is how Dean refers to him when talking to his friends – because – that’s what he is. Dark hair, blue eyes…

He swallows but manages to answer. “Well, seems to me like you already found it – you just came through the door, didn’t you?”

He looks at him and squints (alright that shouldn’t look as cute as it does), then tilts his head to study him some more. “I did” he then confirms.

“Look at you. Now all you have to do is put one foot in front of another” Dean jokes, trying to figure out how to make the guy do anything but that because… he has been trying to gather the courage to talk to him from the beginning, and now here they are. He’s not going to throw away the opportunity, although he is really aware that when it comes to guys, he’s about as slick as the Sahara desert after a dry summer.

“That is probably sound advice.”

A moment’s pause. Then the guy adds, “You didn’t seem to be having a good time…”

Dean, who was busy taking the last sip of his beer in order to appear smooth, of course starts coughing at that but how could he not? Hot guy just admitted that he’s been watching him… which should be creepy but Dean can’t really complain because he has been watching him around campus so they’re even.

“I –“ he finally replied once he’s calmed down. “What can I say? Lots of drunken people shouting isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”

“Mine neither, but my cousin’s a member, so he forced me to attend.”

“Sorry to hear it.”

And then his night changes.

“Oh, right now, I don’t find myself minding too much…” he says, looking Dean straight in the eyes, and while he might occasionally have missed the obvious clues that a guy was flirting with him (Benny has never allowed him to forget when he first met Aaron) there can be no doubt about what is going on.

He wishes he still had some beer left, but instead takes a deep breath and answers, “Funny, I was just thinking the same…”

And he actually looks up at Dean through his lashes, dear Lord.

Dean clears his throat and decides to take a gamble. “since you asked, I actually know the way out of here… want to accompany me?”

The guy seems taken aback, but only for a moment, then he smiles ever so slightly as he answers, “Yes, thank you very much.”

As they walk down the street, Dean being more than glad to leave the party behind him, especially in this company, he realizes something and says, “Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“Castiel Novak.”

A name as unique as the one wearing it.

Dean has an idea. “Say, how about we get a late night snack?”

As he enthusiastically agrees, Dean has no idea what has just begun, but he knows he likes it.

#fictober23 #my writings #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel

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crownshattered-arch · 1 year

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@diverse-hearts-ocs inquired: ' i wonder if you remember me as i was. sometimes i think of those days. do you? ' - Garth / Lia

⁕| Dishonored Prompts |⁕

As he was… No, Lia couldn’t say she did, and the reasoning for that made her feel a bit embarrassed. The mafioso seldom ever paid attention to anyone around her. Why should she? Every face she saw was a person who would likely die within a year, knowing the Port Mafia. And anyone else held no significance to her. So why bother paying attention? Lia supposed she remembered seeing Garth when they were children, but she couldn’t tell if that was a real memory or one her mind constructed after spending so much time with Garth as he was now.

Their fathers worked together often, and Lia was commonly dragged along. She didn’t have a say. She acted more like her father’s shadow than an actual person. Everyone she saw had a face blank of any important features--they simply didn’t matter to her… Maybe she should have paid more attention. Maybe then she could have gotten to know Garth sooner.

“I…didn’t pay much attention to those around me back then.” Her vision was tunneled, a weapon set to attack. She ignored anything that didn’t have to do with her missions or training. The woman cast her violet gaze off to the side. “And…no, I try not to think about back then.” It hurt too much, and Lia despised the pains in her chest. She has lived so much of her life without feeling a thing, so why did she feel things now.?? Why miss the man who turned her into this lifeless beast?? “…sorry.”

#⪡||⋇ [lia ask] ⋇||⪢#◢||⋇ queue ⋇||◣#diverse hearts ocs #◹||⋇ |bungou stray dogs| ⋇||◸#⪡||⋇ interactions {garth} ⋇||⪢#ship tbt

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ambelle · 2 years

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I am so with you on the disrespect, disloyalty and mistreatment of Dick by the OG Titans. He was a far better friend to them they ever deserved, especially Donna and Dawn! Not only did they act like they had no part in what went down with “Deathstroke’s kid” They failed to understand or respect Dick as leader of the Titan’s. Deserted him at any and every opportunity, and had the audacity to run back and forth to his Titan’n Tower, whenever they needed help but couldn’t bother to rescue him from prison. You would think he was older than all of them given their immature behaviors. Dick’s friendship with Donna was the main reason he decided to go along with the idea to use Jericho to seek revenge against Deathstroke. She was down for whatever because he killed Garth. Dawn was the one that told Dick to be Batman, left him when he did and had the nerve to feel like she was forever entitled to his affection after getting back with Hank. That chic was major toxic. People must’ve forget that Hank wasn’t dead 24-hours before she was asking Dick to go with her to Paris. EWW. At the end of the day, Hank was just mad at Dick because he knew he could easily have Dawn (again) if he wanted to. However, out of respect for himself and their toxic love he didn’t. I’m glad they’re all gone. I can’t wait for the true Titan’s to come back and be a real family!

Yeah, I don't have much to add to this. You said it all. When it comes to being a team you don't ever put all the responsibility on one person. When they were winning they were happy to take credit so they should have been happy to divide the credit for their failures too. And frankly all Dick wanted to do was stop a mass murderer. Them acting like that was selfish or egotistical was nuts. Also nuts to act like he was wrong for thinking Rose needed help. Ummm? She was missing an eye.

#anonymous #dc titans #yep still strongly dislike all 3 of them but especially Donna because she knows Dick means well

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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Porsche hits pagani on track😳 #shorts

They do this all the time and they're saying Garth is the grandson of Pagani and is not and he said he'd pay for the damages and the guy is Trump and he did it on purpose and as Garth was leaving and his car was towed he said I'm going to go take care of cars and trucks and he got word of the program earlier now and he started the program earlier and it says how much you paying and since you'll figure it out it's in Spain at Barcelona and he says there's a guy out there that works for him so he went out there and he found the guy and he heard two bits and he's saying it to Garth and God says what do you see I said that's what he said I know what it is and God says it's not really my spot and position and it goes and multiply by 3 and so he went ahead and did it for certain items he came back and he said I have the items what do I do with them and said I just said to erase it you can do what you want with them and so he says okay so he's so he's out there and he's taking all the stuff and he says I wonder what he's doing and what he was doing was taking other stuff and he's saying okay but it works so I'm angry I'm hateful for this guy and people are taking everything he owns because he won't let me have a penny what I say to Olympus is we're supposed to be doing this and they say they're helping it get done so I have to research it oh really that somebody put the video there so and it wasn't me and I found out who it was it's Frank Castle hardcastle and he knows how it goes and then I found my father Salazar who hates the guy and wanted to start it there and that's where it started it really started with other stuff but with the yacht people noticed it cuz the name is off and it's just missing on the whole thing and have to study it to find out where the name is and he started getting pissed off and I paid someone to make paintings of him and put it no name on the bottom and see if the a****** will put the name on there and just took a picture of him and his picture not muscular and we turned into a painting and it's going around town saying who the hell is doing that and yes Sarah and she said no at the bottom there's like a film and it's white so he went over and said no way and he peeled it off and there was nothing there and he couldn't believe it so he tried to scanning and all sorts of dumb s*** it says something on one of them and they're still putting them up and they get paid for it and it's going to go global I hate this guy Trump I have never hated anyone for the most part not for real except for kind of their kind if you know what I mean this guy hate

Zues Hera

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He tells you what not to do or you'll die and you end up dead and you keep doing it nothing stops you from doing anything usually you wouldn't say that at all and you got him right to it all the time with you and you end up dead several times a day Trump and yeah you're trying to remember Lord and you're taking a beating too we're getting involved in this program and it's going to go everywhere I'm going to take every single thing that you have and you going to be absolutely nothing we don't want to involved in any car program we don't care if you committing suicide so you can try and have her son do it and keep your memory I mean you're a f****** jackass it's not going to harm himself cuz you do he's walking out of the show and he's under arrest and they said you're an idiot so this guy is a freaking moron it takes huge groups to do it in there doing it for like a reason he's doing the kidnap me because he's a pork and f****** jerk there's a stupid cow cutting plan and it's a cow cutting plan they're going after him pretty hard it's Calcutta India plan that's what his plan is he's a jackass people are going to kill his ass and there's other people competing to try and hold them on a ship to go to the other side of the Sun so good luck figuring that out not and getting hit by people cuz you don't know Garth is one of them and he's a pig it is a loser too that guy deserves what he's going to get cuz you're going to find out there doing it

Thor Freya

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sarah-dipitous · 10 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 172

LARP and the Real Girl/Closing Time

“LARP and the Real Girl”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean investigate the mysterious deaths of two LARPers who were engaged in a game involving a real fairy

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean…if the fae get you, the fae get you…

I did cut out the part in the description where they said what LARP stood for, just full disclosure

Honestly, they DESERVE to go see a movie or hit up a bar. Just one night off

Omg I love that Dean really has accepted Garth as the new Bobby

God…I’d love that LotR poster.

Fuck you, small town cop. Look. I don’t know what this guy’s whole deal was, but as long as he treated women right and wasn’t a gatekeeping asshole, “toys” on display at your residence (read: replicas of weapons from fantasy series and probably figurines of some sort. (Remind me to make a post about how much I’ve spent on the anime figures at my work desk…and the look on my work bestie’s face when she saw the amount)) are not a sign that you can’t be in a relationship or get laid.

“These kids today with their texting and murder…” I wanna kiss whoever wrote that line of dialogue on the mouth.

Felicia Day’s hair is so pretty

The dramatic thunder is…well, it’s something

Sometimes I get so sad about how much Dean has missed out on due to John. THIS is one of those times. He’s so excited to help Charlie with her battle strategy!! And he never got to foster that because he had to grow up WAY too fast and ALWAYS had to keep the tough guy persona. He’s such a little nerd at heart

Dean and Charlie should have gotten wayyyyyy more time together

You know, for being known as the nerdier of the two brothers, Sam is having zero fun with this and really just wants to get the job done. Dean’s in costume and following Charlie around as she flirts with every woman she encounters in their investigation

Noooooo don’t abduct Charlieeeeeeee

Oh. Looks like Charlie is no longer disappointed in her kidnapping

I love the boys getting sidelined in favor of the rules of this LARPing community

Of COURSE it’s that dude

Did he really think that the sword, once it turned back into foam, was going to stop Dean??

Omg is he……….HE’S GIVING THE SPEECH FROM BRAVEHEART. Deeeeeeeean

“Closing Time”

Plot Description: The Doctor, in his final days of life, encounters a mystery as he visits an old friend

Don’t love that we’re back with James Corden

What is happening with the…no that’s not how you ask about lighting in this show. Hey, who turned out the lights?

The cybermen? Maybe

Stormaggedon, Dark Lord of All is quite the name for a baby to give themself

This Farewell Tour he’s on doesn’t hit as hard as Ten’s because he’s really been with just Amy and Rory and River most of the time, with the exception of Craig (who he’s visiting now), also I know he has at least two more seasons

Hmmmmmmmm a motorized toy…the cybermen are hijacking TOYS??

Omg…I don’t like how often Moffat-run shows have the joke “oh these two men seen together and/or show any sort of affection toward each other MUST be gay.”

He just went straight for the lingerie department?? Come on…

Oh they didn’t hijack shit, they just put a weird robotic rat thing in a department store

I forgot we jumped ahead some time….we still get a little bit of Amy and Rory, but Amy’s already a perfume model

The cybermen gave the cybermat TEETH??? WHY???

These….oh, yeah. Those are things to cry about later. For sure

Oh…that baby’s ceiling is the ideal. Like, real project galaxies

Aw man, James Corden only ALMOST got mauled by the lil rat thingy

Ugh, the Doctor is doing the whole “I shouldn’t have anyone around me” thing again

Did they actually kill Craig???? What is happening???? Ahhh, rats. Like, of course they didn’t but STILL

So the cybermen just exploded? Because Craig felt emotion again??

This episode is just eh. Except for the Doctor’s coat. The coat’s good

Why DOES linear time affect him now??

Oh that’s where he got the hat River’s about to shoot off

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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dankovskaya · 3 years

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anyway go read tempest 1996 they killed his girlfriend stupid as fuckly in crisis on infinite earths and then wouldnt let him move on with his life properly until that sexy sexy tempest miniseries 10 years later and that's basically all you need to know.

#and then near immediately made him marry his fathers ex girlfriend and have a child with her. then immediately killed her and the child.#and then killed him in blackest night 2008. and he hasnt come back because new garth is a different character .#i hate comic books so so so fucking much.#i miss the real garth every day #ok thats actually not nearly all you need to know to understand it LMFAO

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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To Infinity and Beyond: baby!Jack truthing Birthday Ficlet

Today already looked like the perfect day. Warm weather, the sun shining, the birds singing, all the usual qualifications for "perfection". And if Dean had anything to say about it, it is also going to be, the perfect day.

Because Dean had planned out everything. Tents and tables spread out in the backyard of their new house, enough hamburgers and hotdogs to feed an army, a giant sheet cake in the freezer, and it looked like a Party City catalogue threw up all over their house, both inside and out. Hell, he and Cas even got a bounce house.

Yup, today was going to be perfect, Dean thought as he surveyed the backyard. He was going to make sure of it, nothing was going to go wro-

"To infinity and beyond!"

And the next thing he knew, he had a recently turned four year old, barreling into his legs almost knocking him off the porch.

(read the rest under the cut)

He looked down to see Jack already dressed in his outfit for the day. A shirt with Buzz Lightyear's costume printed on it, complete with little cardboard Buzz wings (Cas made them), purple shorts with a purple tutu, and of course, his favorite Buzz light-up sneakers.

"I'd say that was a bit of a crash landing there, Mr.Lightyear" Dean laughed, as he bent down to right Jack's scribbled cardboard wings. Jack just ignored his reference, instead letting out an excited shriek as he took in the backyard.

Every tablecloth, plate, napkin, cup, balloon, and cardboard decoration was covered in Toy Story characters.

Toy Story, was the end all be all in their house, because they were Jack's favorite movies. So everything, was 100% Toy Story, 100% of the time, hence the party theme. And his favorite character was Buzz Lightyear, hence the costume.

"Dee where's your costume?" Jack questioned, after he finally recovered from the shock of seeing the, probably, overdecorated backyard.

"Yeah Sheriff Woody, where's your costume? It's almost one thirty" Cas called as he stepped out the backdoor. Cas was already dressed in t-shirt with Jessie's outfit printed on the front, her matching red hat, jeans and of course, cowboy boots which Dea-wait shit they only had a half an hour left.

And he hadn't even double checked th-

"The backyard and inside of the house already look incredible. Go on and get ready before everyone starts arriving" Cas smiled sweetly, knowing how worried Dean was about today.

"I will, after I chec-"

"Dean, I promise, I'll double check all the decorations, and the food. Me and the little space ranger have got it covered, right baby?" Cas supplied, looking fondly over at Jack.

"Yeah me and Da got it! Get dressed Dee" Jack cheered, as hopped down the steps and raced "flew" across the grass cardboard wings flapping behind him.

"Go get changed, cowboy. Everything already looks perfect" Cas teased, pressing a quick peck to Dean's lips. And then he was bounding down the steps towards Jack, warning him not to go near the bounce house.

So Dean reluctantly walked inside, forcing himself to ignore all of the things he wanted to check on, and instead making a beeline for their bedroom. He quickly pulled on his costume, but unlike Jack and Cas it was the real deal, not just a graphic t-shirt, Dean had the actual shirt, the vest, whole nine yards. Jack had asked if Dean would wear a real Woody costume and, hey who was he to deny his kid on his birthday?

So with a sigh, Dean made his way back to the living room so he could reorganize the snack table.

He wanted everything to be perfect today. Perfect for Jack because, this was his first real birthday party after all. And because Dean's oldest memory was of his fourth birthday, his last birthday party actually since it wasn't like they were throwing big family bashes on the road. No, birthdays were a box of cigarettes from his Dad (if he even remembered), or Dean sometimes scraping together enough money to get a cake for Sam's birthday.

Which is why today had to go smoothly. Because Jack deserved the world, he deserved to have a good life filled with memories of big family parties with fun decorations and food and laughter. And Dean could give it to him now, give him what he and Sam never had. So today had to be special, it had-needed to be perfect.

"Dean, I don't think Jack is going to care if the clouds are a little crooked" Cas pointed out, amusement dancing in his voice as he walked into the living room.

Dean huffed a laugh, but didn't stop his mission to straighten out the paper "Andy's Room" clouds taped to the wall above the table. Cas just sighed as he gently pulled his hand away from the wall, turning Dean towards him.

"Dean I know how much you want to make this day absolutely perfect for Jack, believe me I do too. But he's going to love every single second of it. He's practically bouncing off the walls already, and the party hasn't even started yet" Cas assured as he squeezed Dean's hands.

"I know, I know. But he deserves to have the best damn birthday. Especially after everything and he's just- Jack shoul-" Dean started, only to be cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

"It's Uncle Sammy and Aunt Eileen! Can I open the door, please?" Jack called from down the hall, asking for permission.

"Yeah buddy, you're allowed to open the door. Let them in" Dean shouted back, unable to help the smile pulling at his lips when he heard Jack enthusiastically telling them about "all the cool decorations".

"See? Jack is already loving it! Now relax, and enjoy the party, cowboy. Everything is going to be perfect" Cas smiled as he made his way down the hall to greet Sam and Eileen. But not before giving Dean's ass a little smack.

A few hours into the party everything was smooth sailing, and Dean had only been scolded for readjusting some decorations four times. The kids Jack invited from his class were having a great time, as where their parents, which was especially great because not a single one of them managed to see a member of Dean and Cas’ family discreetly place their weapons in the spare bedroom (Dean wasn’t a fool, it was a party full of hunters, he wasn’t just gonna make a no weapons rule because what if something happened?). So then Dean and Eileen manned the grill like champs, Cas and Garth kept an eye on the kiddos in the bounce house, Sam had handled the Buzz Lightyear shaped piñata perfectly, while Dean organized the kids, making sure Jack was the one to break it. The sun stayed shining, the birds kept singing. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

And it was all Dean’s fault.

Dean's stomach dropped as he stared down at the now smudged faces of Woody, Buzz and half of the green aliens. Because Dean just smooshed the entire left side of the cake while trying to take lid off.

He just destroyed the most important part of the party, the part Jack was most excited about. Now Dean just ruined everythi-

"-come in star command, do you read me?" Cas joked, completely startling Dean, because how long had Cas been standing there?

"Dean, what's wro-oh" Cas sighed as soon as he caught sight of the cake.

"I friggin smooshed the whole thing with the lid. It's destroyed we can't-the party and Jack and-" Dean rambled, heart pounding against his chest, while Cas took the life from his hands and gently set it on the other side of the counter.

"Dean, stop it's okay breathe for me. It's just the cake. It's not your fault. It's still edible, we can fix this" Cas soothed as softly cupped Dean's cheeks in an attempt to ground him.

"Hey are you guys alri-oh shit" Eileen gasped as she and Sam walked through the kitchen door, which caused Dean’s heart rate to pick up again.

"It's okay, it'll be fine. We can try to scrape some of it back together with a knife" Sam offered, quickly moving Dean and Cas to the side so he could get at the cake.

But it only made the faces look completely unrecognizable.

"Damnit, what are we gonna-"

"Dee! Can we have cake now?" Jack asked as he came racing into the kitchen, and Dean, Cas, Sam and Eileen quickly huddled in front of the counter to hide the cake from sight.

"In a few minutes squish, we're still uh-getting it ready" Dean managed plastering a wide, hopefully convincing smile on his face.

"Why don't you go jump around the bounce house again, buddy?" Sam suggested, which had Jack nearly bolting out of the kitchen again with a nod

"Make sure one of your aunts or uncles, or your friends' parents are watching you!" Cas called after him, which only got a tiny "okay Da" in response.

They all let out a breath when they heard the backdoor slam, and quickly turned to look at the offending cake again.

"It's not that late, what if one of us runs to store and see if they have ano-"

"They won't, we ordered this specia-"

"And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere" Claire joked as she entered the kitchen and quickly surveyed the mess before her, eyes widening when she spotted the cake. And Dean normally would have teased her the reference but he was too busy, freaking the fuck out, so he chose to ignore it.

"What do we do? We can't fix this, there's no time it's completely rui-"

"Wait, dude calm down. I have an idea, hold on a minute" Claire proclaimed, and swiftly exited the kitchen, which did pretty much nothing to calm Dean's panic. In fact he was getting desperate.

"Do you think Rowena might have a spell-"

"That's not how magic works. But honestly Dean, I'm sure Jack won't even notice-"

"The kid can recite the entirety of Toy Story 2 from memory and you don't think he's gonna notice Woody is missing his entire head?"

"Alright, start grabbing the Toy Story figures and wash them off. Then we can put them all over the cake instead, and cover up the horrifyingly smeared faces" Claire ordered as she came back into the kitchen with Kaia in tow, and box of Jack's toys in hand.

And Dean could have cried from relief (he did).

"Holy shit Claire you're a genius" Dean praised, as he quickly began sifting through the box.

"I know, I know. Now c'mon, I want cake"

And a few minutes later everyone was gathered around the dining room table, singing a completely off key rendition of Happy Birthday. Jack was seated in the center of it all, with a half smooshed, slightly lopsided, plastic figure covered cake, with Dean and Cas crouching on either side of him. Jack hadn't even commented on the completely smeared face of Woody or Ham, he was just clapping along, bouncing in his seat. In fact, he the biggest smile Dean had ever seen on his face, and he teared up at the sight.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish, baby" Cas encouraged, and Jack attempted to do just that. Only succeeding when Dean secretly helped blow out the candles for him.

"Yay! To infinity and beyond!" Jack shouted again, as he stood up and jumped on his chair. The room easily erupted into laughter, while Charlie and Jody each snapped pictures from across the table.

"Alright Lightyear, let's not fall with style into the already smooshed cake" Dean joked, as he quickly stabilized Jack, which only caused everyone to burst into more laughter.

So, Dean scooped up Jack, sitting in his chair and placing him on his lap, while Sam offered to cut up the cake. And Cas took plopped down in the chair next to them, sliding him and Jack a plate.

"Are you having fun at your birthday party, baby?" Cas questioned as he handed Jack a plastic fork.

"Yeah! Claire jumped in the house with me! And Danny and Sarah and me played in the sandbox! An-and we played tag, and Aunt Donna played too! And the cake has all my friends on it, see!" Jack rushed out all in one breath, stopping to point at the now sliced cake. By "friends" he of course meant his actual Toy Story figures of course. But before Dean could even react to any of that, Cas was whispering in Jack's ear, and pulling away.

"Thank you for all the party things, Dee!" Jack beamed as he turned and threw his arms around Dean's neck.

And Dean's heart clenched as he tightly wrapped his arms around his kid, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He looked back up to see Cas smiling widely at them, so Dean whispered something in Jack's ear too. And then Jack was off flinging himself around Cas' neck.

"Why doesn't all the family get together, I can take the photos" Marissa, the mom of one of Jack's friends offered.

And soon the three of them were surrounded by their family on all sides. Everyone laughing when Marissa suggested they all say "yeehaw" instead of cheese. Jack giggling when Claire zoomed over, and bent down so she could smoosh their faces together for the obligatory "silly face" picture. Dean quickly swiping icing on both Cas and Jack's noses, causing Cas to tip Dean's cowboy hat and Jack to shove a handful of frosting on Dean's cheek.

So maybe it wasn't the flawless, smooth sailing birthday party Dean had planned. But the weather stayed warm, the sun still shone, the birds still sang. His family laughed, and ate and had a blast.

And Jack looked about as happy as they had ever seen him, as he ran around the yard with his friends and played games with his family. Dean would even go as far to count it as a complete success. Especially since Jack asked Cas, "when can we have a big party again?", as they tucked him into bed later that night.

So as far as Dean is concerned, it was the perfect day.

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#toy story 2 IS jack's favorite movie i will not be debating this. he is a boy of taste #dean and cas are secretive and dont trust the mail ahshdha #this is so self indulgent toy story 2 is my favorite movie of all time #this is based off when my parents accidentally smooshed half of the cake at my 3rd bday party and did exactly this asfhajdhah #so this is literally just a bunch of toy story references i apologize for nothing i had to hold myself back from making even moRE #de and da supremacy because its both parts of 'daddy' and he started calling them that when he first started to talk but it stuck #also its written from deans pov bc i couldnt write from actual 4 year old jack's pov so i apologize for that #HES FOUR!!!!#baby jack truthing #baby!jack #happy birthday jack!!!!#dean winchester #castiel #sammy #eileen #claire novak #destiel #destiel fic #bec writes #nougatparty #dad!dean #dadstiel #userzaddy #seraphcastiel

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Jared Padalecki - Solo Panel Denver Con 2021 Favorite Bits - Part I

kay, I know I said I wasn't going to because I didn't particularly like most of the questions, but I can still find some favorite bits!

Nice jump at the beginning! Glad he didn't hurt anything!

And he's back, sitting backwards on the chair!

Ooh, we get to see some Pad'ankle'lecki! And his sheer thrill at getting rimshots! (And keeping count score between him and the audience!)

Preening at "You're so pretty!"

Jared quickly agreeing to share the sex of a baby and then joking about it ("a girl and two boys").

He may have shorter hair, but he keeps running his hands through it. I'm okay with that.

So proud of Genevieve and showing her off!

They lost Shep during the premiere of Walker. Found him behind a tree crying, asking if Daddy was the producer why he wanted to kill Mom.

Making a joke about a fan having the last name Bytheway (she didn't). It's extra funny to me because I have a few books from a John Bytheway.

Sam and Dean were respectful with women (but of course she'd be interested in Sam). And he'd take her out for Sweet Potato Fries (which is what he did with Gen on their first date).

Fan says he brought her back to life, he thinks she brought herself back to life and it's her strength.

How close was French Connection to his real life? Not at all.

Alpaca story - (they have an Alpaca wrangler on Walker). They're billionaires pets due to their expense.

He took the Sam Winchester riding a horse picture and it's in the garage with the Impala.

Practical weapons aren't used because Sam and Dean love a challenge!

His laugh!!!

Love Garth who took a poll and realized he tased people more than any other person (because he's so slight) whereas Sam and Dean get tossed around because they're bigger "and it looks cool".

No plans to address Stella's car crash on Walker (maybe season 9 or 10 - and yes, please, let's get that many seasons!!!)

Jared insisting that 20 is really young! (When you're nearly 40, yes, 20 is young, LOL!).

Love how Jared leans forward when listening to each question.

Aww! When talking about kids being ready for certain media, Tom's older and okay with Gen's death, but Shep's "a 7-year old emotional kid, much like his Daddy, who's also a middle child, or his Uncle Jensen, who's also a middle child." ***J2 ALERT - Did everyone else miss this? He still refers to him as Uncle Jensen!!!***

They watched Lord of the Rings over the pandemic and Odette is such a funny kid. She can't sleep at night because she doesn't want Gollum to get her, but during the day goes around impersonating Gollum. Jared wants her to "make a choice. You're 4."

Western movies watched as inspiration for Walker - (Jared mentions watching with his Daddy). So both Jensen and Jared mentioned Daddy in the con!

But he likes Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Han Solo-esque characters.

They want to make Walker timeless, but tell a story about Texas that the world can enjoy.

He worked on a ranch during high school, rode horses, and gardened.

He also has a director coming in that wants horseback riding (referencing Jensen with a wink!)

Favorite episode season 15 - The one he'll watch the least, the finale. He's lived with Sam and Dean for 15 years, and every day "the show was an honor and a privilege to do".

He and Ackles were given a huge responsibility for the finale. (Compared it to climbing Everest). Having the fans behind them helped.

The show will stay with him the deepest. He then asks the fan their favorite, which is The Last Holiday leading to the Cake story!

They had multiple cakes for multiple takes and Jared was still doing marathon training - he kept eating the cake between the scenes and ended up taking a whole one home and eating it within 36 hours.

Jared had to be one of the employers so he could be employable after SPN (jokingly).

They were hesitant about leaving the SPN family and going to other projects that weren't like a family and knew each other so well. (It would be a great question for Ackles. Jared will ask and report back). But he's glad Walker has become like a family.

Question about Gabriel being on S15. Jared made a joke about SPN being a "band of brothers", but talks about making "Naked Supernatural, not naked, but Naked Gun style of Supernatural" Ultimately, Gabriel would have helped the boys. But better or worse, now he has him as a director.

"Feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago."

Jared introduces himself to the next fan! (We know who you are, Jared).

Favorite paranormal shows: Twilight Zone, X-Files (shout out and impression to Mitch Pileggi), Firefly (YES!!!), Original Star Trek.

He really only watches animated shows with his kids. (Fish Talk - that's paranormal).

Jared being worried about a possible favor. It's just a birthday shout-out.

First thing he ever remembers: "I was swimming in a race against millions." Rimshot! (I'll admit, I don't get the reference). Remembers his sister being in a crib (around age 3). LOL! He totally lost his train of thought and got so flustered getting it back.

How's it being so tall? "It's warm up here!" Another rimshot! He gets a good look at everyone's dandruff (or lack thereof).

This got a lot longer than I anticipated since Jared had so many short-answer questions (as opposed to Jensen's thoughtful long-answer questions) so I've split it into two parts. Click here for Part II.

#jared padalecki #spn denver con 2021 #Jared's solo panel #Part I

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Okay like, I know the “what TV character do you like on TV that you know would be a Trump supporter” is half-joke to some people but I’ve even seen fandom thinkers blow this one lately and the “Dean would love the confederate flag” meme isn’t only new, but it’s extremely out of touch with canon. This take has bothered me for YEARS because of it.

So let’s hotlist this:

Dean jumping to the conclusion Dick Cheney is a demon 3.04:

DEAN Well, except that, uh, demons are evil.

CASEY …and humans are such a lovable bunch. (beat) Dick Cheney.

DEAN He one of yours?

CASEY Not yet. Let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.

5.07 Dean uses Obama’s campaign slogan to explain why the (fake) feds are actually on time:

DOCTOR It's just that you're a day early. First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people.

DEAN New administration. A change you can believe in.

8.06, Dean’s take on the Confederate Flag:

DEAN looks around at a Confederate flag on the wall.

DEAN What's up with all the, uh, hillbilly hankies? These people know the Civil War's over, right?

Dean’s response to Garth suggesting vigil for confederate soldier 8.06:

GARTH All right. All right. All right. Uh, I kind of feel like we should say something, all right? Don't you? Just... a little...

DEAN Sure. We won.

10.12, Dean sarcastically “Thanks Obama”s a monster crying that it’s so hard to kidnap kids these days

KATJA

[Unraveling garlic] Hmm, in the olden days, if a child went missing—ah, the young died all the time. Now, though, with all your AMBER Alerts and your milk cartons, a person fillets one rugrat, and people get so angry.

DEAN

Yeah, I blame Obama.

This says nothing for Dean’s terminal love of shooting nazis, both real and in the game Charlie loaded with her “ragingly liberal politics”.

To take this to an extra level, Bobo Berens stated that Sam is a Warren and/or Harris fan, and that Dean doesn’t vote. Which would be easy to ascribe him as apolitical, until you review this like-trade in the comments:

Which really well enough makes sense. Dean has successfully snuck up on a president before AND broken out of federal prison; he personally stagged the corpo-political fascist monger Dick in the fucking neck. So while both of them, legally dead, Sam might go out of his way to lengthily groom a fake ID just to vote, can anyone tell me Dean Winchester’s answer wouldn’t be “but WHY? Just burn the reptilian motherfuckers down.”

I don’t know what put in people’s heads that guns=republican. A lot of dems own guns. There’s a distinct flavor of classism when people say “well SAM was college educated and Dean wasn’t so obviously SAM would be a democrat but Dean must be a republican” for that matter.

Does Dean use problematic dialogue sometimes? Sure. Welcome to people, which varies depending on how they were raised. If we’re gonna accuse every person who’s ever used problem dialogue of being a trump supporter than like 99% of the SPN fandom must be trump supporters, including Destiel lane, so miss me with that nonsense.

Dean also frequently cites famous liberal thinkers, even if not necessarily a specific political quote, among other things we could rant on about. And these are just things OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. I’m sure there’s more.

But Dean’s language is frequently colored Blue. He bashes on Team Red and always has. He has literally never bashed on a democrat. Like, fucking ever. Like I dare you right now, all the way back to season 1, to find me one quote where Dean Winchester shits on a democrat or their platform. Because that doesn’t go both ways.

I am SO TIRED of people trying to problematize shit because it’s the trendy thing to do, even supposed thinkers like, when the canon has been perpetually EXTREMELY FUCKIN CLEAR. OK?

So anyway Dean is antifa and that’s facts thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#supernatural #dean winchester #meta #sorta #idk

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StackedNatural Day 146: 1x17, 7x18, 11x17, 12x16

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March 30, 2022

1x17: Hell House

Written by: Trey Callaway

Directed by: Chris Long

Original air date: March 30, 2006

Plot Synopsis:

When a case of a seemingly average haunting begins to go haywire, Sam and Dean come to find that two bumbling, wanna-be paranormal investigators, Harry and Ed, are already on the case.

Features:

A Winchester prank war, a Texas Tulpa, the Ghostfacers before they were the Ghostfacers, flamethrower solutions.

My Thoughts:

This is such a fun episode. I love the early-seasons brother energy coming in so strong with the prank war. I love how much they smile and laugh in this episode.

Sam especially is so much fun in this episode, and has a ton of personality. Watching Stacked is really driving home for me that they dampened a lot of Sam’s personality traits the later they got into the series. He used to be so delightful!

I really love tulpas as a concept, and I wish that the show took more advantage of them. @meg3point0 pointed out that hunters in general should be way more susceptible to tulpas, since they kind of believe the stories they hear as a default. I get that they’re more rare because they focus on the Tibetan symbol, but I think it would have been cool to explore more things that are powerful because of our belief in them. What I really wish was that the tulpa concept carried forward into the metanarrative of God in the late seasons - there’s a real missed opportunity with them being the only people alive on Earth, and therefore the only source of belief as a power source when they went up against Chuck. Rather than deus-ex-machina-ing Jack into a power vacuum, they could have replaced a belief in God with a belief in Jack, turning the power of prayer against God and using it to power Jack up. In the secret good Supernatural that exists in my mind, that’s how the final confrontation went down.

Notable Lines:

“People believe in Santa Claus -- how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?” “‘Cause you're a bad person.”

“This stuff here...this is our ticket to the big time right here. Fame, money, sex. With girls. OK?”

“Kinda makes you wonder… of all the things we hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.9

IMdB Rating: 8.4

7x18: Party On, Garth

Written by: Adam Glass

Directed by: Phil Sgriccia

Original air date: March 30, 2012

Plot Synopsis:

Garth calls Sam and Dean for assistance in battling a ghost that you can only see when drunk.

Features:

GARTH GARTH GARTH, a ghost for drunk people, Mr. Fizzles, haunted sake, Dean’s functional alcoholism, a shojo revenge mission, Bobby haunting the flask.

My Thoughts:

I love Garth so much. The show tries to make him out to be so weird and embarrassing, but he has the happiest ending of any hunter in the series. He gets to be in love, he gets his own house and to be mostly out of hunting, he gets to take up the career he had before hunting, and he’s able to balance the monstrousness within him to live a normal life. Plus, he carries around a sock puppet just in case he runs into a kid. Love that man.

The whole plot about them not believing Bobby could be a ghost is a little wild to me. Garth pointed out EMF coming from the flask specifically, and if Sam was doing all of his little tests when Dean wasn’t around then the flask wouldn’t be either. It does make for some great moments, though. I love the “there you are” moment at the end. It reminded us of the end of 11x16 Safe House, when Dean and Bobby briefly see each other in the nest and have a moment of connection.

The monster itself is fine, I find the gags of them trying to get drunk fairly entertaining, but mostly I just want to watch Garth run around in sunglasses all day.

Notable Lines:

“You’ve been Garthed.”

“Beer’s not food, it’s whatever water is.”

“Dude, I just drank a whole beer, of course I’m drunk.”

“I mean, can you even get drunk anymore? It's kind of like drinking a vitamin for you, right?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.5

IMdB Rating: 8.5

11x17: Red Meat

Written by: Robert Berens & Andrew Dabb

Directed by: Nina Lopez-Corrado

Original air date: March 30, 2016

Plot Synopsis:

In the midst of battling werewolves Sam gets shot then strangled and goes into shock. Dean, thinking Sam is actually dead, takes drastic measures to talk to a reaper in order to save his brother.

Features:

Sam getting shot, a werewolf set-up, Sam getting suffocated, Dean betting tased, Sam being maybe-dead, so much gore, Dean overdosing in pseudo-suicide attempt, Dean trying to deal with Billie, Sam being an absolute badass.

My Thoughts:

I literally cannot BELIEVE how good season 11 is. I am constantly kicking myself for stopping at the season 11 premiere, and I understand now why so many people list s11 among their favourites.

This episode is so well-written and so well directed. I love the cuts back and forth in time, they do a great job of distinguishing it stylistically from other monster of the week episodes. I love an episode starting in media res, it gives it a sense of urgency that can be lacking from episodes when you know they’re going to win. I also thought the victims of the week were way more interesting and engaging than the typical ones, especially Michelle. The actress for her was excellent. Even when it was clear that Corbin was going to become the bad guy, his emotional arc was clearly drawn and his choices made sense, even when I hated them because they threatened Sam.

I also think that it can be easy to forget about the risks that come with even ordinary hunting cases, and I love seeing the nitty gritty little details of what happens if someone gets shot four miles into the woods. It makes the whole lifestyle feel that much more dangerous. I feel like Sam in this episode proves the reputation that they’ve earned among the hunting community. They’re not just hard to kill because they keep getting brought back - they’re just hard to kill, period.

I am obsessed with Billie as a character and so many lines that she gets are so raw. Outstanding. I love her saying she thinks he’d go by heart attack, when that’s how she tries to kill him in Despair.

Notable Lines:

“After I do this, go get the doc and tell her to… Tell her to bring me back, if she can. If not... no hard feelings, okay?”

“Never took you for the suicide type. Doesn't fit your whole martyr thing.”

“It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him.”

“Come along now, Dean. It's time. The Empty... it's waiting.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.8

IMdB Rating: 8.4

12x16: Ladies Drink Free

Written by: Meredith Gylnn

Directed by: Amyn Kaderali

Original air date: March 30, 2017

Plot Synopsis:

Dean and Sam let Mick Davies tag along on a case as they search for a werewolf and they run into Claire Novak, the reunion is short lived after Claire is bitten and the brothers race to find a way to help her before she turns.

Features:

Mick tagging along, Claire pretending to be on campus tours, Mick’s first kill, monsters wearing stupid mask, Claire getting bitten,

My Thoughts:

The think about this episode is I’m really into the premise but I just don’t think that the writing is good enough to support it. Kathryn Newton sells the hell out of it so it isn’t like, terrible to watch, but I think a better writer could have delivered it in a better way.

This episode is trying to make a lot of valid points about the British Men of Letters, but it doesn’t support them with the narrative well enough for them to land. I like the idea that the werewolf was acting out to try and build a pack because the BMoL killed a bunch of them with weapons they’d never seen before. Their actions having consequences they hadn’t considered is compelling. But in this episode the wolf is an irritating douche targeting high school girls he considers vulnerable, so there’s no pity or emotion attached to what happened to his pack. We don’t care about what happened to them.

Claire having that scene with Sam where she tells him that she has to be killed because she knows she wouldn’t be able to control herself is also compelling on its own - I like them mirroring her with Sam, because he has so much experience with being the monstrous thing among humans and feeling out of control. That whole exchange would have been so much better served if she WAS able to retain some level of control. Personally I wish she would have stayed a werewolf like Garth, but if she wasn’t going to then I think she should have at least not been as actively dangerous to them during the fight. She could have been the one to knock out the wolf that turned her and willingly submitted to the cure. It would have given that scene more punch without causing ramifications later in the series.

The whole thing with the existence of the British Men of Letters is that they’re totally ruthless, black and white. Again, what makes a monster monstrous? And they keep skirting around the question, but they never properly engage with it. If Claire had either turned but kept control or turned and submitted to the cure, it would have shaken Mick’s worldview up a lot more and been more interesting.

Notable Lines:

“Maybe some people can control this, but I can barely keep it together on a good day.”

“It’s my life. I get all the votes.”

“You know who says they're a nice guy? Clingy, insecure bitches with mommy issues.”

“I have a family, and they love me.”

“I'm ready, and I never would've been if it wasn't for you being my mother.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.3

IMdB Rating: 8.0

In Conclusion: Two episodes with funny recurring guest stars followed by two werewolf episodes with deeply personal ramifications for the brothers. Nice job, Stacked.

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sunflowers-n-rocknroll · 3 years

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The One With Dean’s New Girlfriend

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, fluff

Word Count: 2, 528

A/N: This was written for @smol-and-grumpy SuperFriends Title Challenge. I chose title number 31, The One With xxx’s New Girlfriend. ;) And the beautiful divider was made by @firefly-graphics.

“Morning Y/N,” you turned at the sound of your name, your neighbor stepping out of his apartment.

“Morning Dean. Heading out?”

“Yup, got some errands to run. You?”

“Work.”

“Hey what are you doing this weekend?” he asked as you stepped onto the elevator.

“Uh not much. Grading, catching up on some laundry.”

“Sam’s having a get together at his house Saturday. It’s been a while since we’ve done that with the other guys and we were wondering if you would be able to join us.”

“Uh yeah of course. It’s been a while since everyone’s been together,” you smiled up at him and when it felt too long you looked away. Dammit. You hadn’t been too obvious, had you?

You had had a crush on Dean Winchester since you first moved in. At first, you tried to ignore those feelings. Telling yourself he was just a handsome guy. A very handsome guy. However, as you got to know him and you started to become friends those feelings became stronger. A simple crush had developed into something more complicated but there was nothing you could do. Dean had never shown any indication he felt something more for you than a simple friendship. Despite your simple flirting at times you didn’t want things to get awkward between you two.

“Alright well, I’ll let Sam know you’re coming over,” he said as you stepped out of the elevator. “Oh, and it’s at two. Later Y/L/N.”

“Later Winchester.”

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough. The school days seemed slower, but teaching managed to distract you for a while. Saturday morning you managed to finish some very needed chores. When one rolled around you started to overthink things. What were you going to wear? This was a simple get-together with the guys so some jeans and a simple t-shirt right?

But you also couldn’t stop thinking that Dean would be there. Your feelings didn’t seem to be going anywhere and maybe you should do something about them. Or maybe not.

Grabbing a pillow you screamed into it and you would’ve kept going if your phone hadn’t rung.

“Heya Sammy.”

“Hey Y/N. Dean said you were coming over?”

“Oh yeah, I was actually on my way over there.”

“Cool. Uhh…”

“Something wrong Sam?” you could hear that tone in his voice. There was something going on, something he wasn’t telling you.

“No uh. No. Nothing.”

“Right. Well, I’ll be over in a couple of minutes,” deciding to go for some shorts and a cute tee you put on your sneakers before going to the kitchen and picking up the pies you had made.

Sam’s call had left you unsettled, but you couldn’t put your finger on what could possibly be wrong. Aside from your worries, you were just glad to be able to see your friends again. Walking in through the backyard you saw everyone was already here. Castiel, Benny, Garth, Kevin, and even Jo and Meg were here. You saw Kevin, Garth, Benny, and Jo on the porch laughing at something Garth had said. Meg and Cas were sitting down by the pool and you had to smile.

Those two had been walking around each other neither confessing their feelings. Everyone else was probably oblivious to what was going on between those two, but you had known both of them well to know that their snarky comments towards each other were to try and mask their true feelings.

You saw Sam walking over towards you and laughed as he wrapped you in a hug.

“Long time no see stranger,” you said laughing.

“We were starting to really miss you around here,” he said as he let you go.

“Well, I hope these pies make up for it.”

“Oh, you are awesome.”

“I know,” you said in a nonchalant shrug.

“Alright come on. Everyone wants to say hi.”

Been around everyone reminded you how much you had missed them. It had been weeks since you had come together. Getting back to work had kept you all busy, but everyone acted as if no time had passed. As if it was barely yesterday that you had all been together.

“Y/N!” Jo had stood up from her chair and was making her way over to you as you stepped onto the porch. “It is so good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see everyone. How’ve you been?”

“Busy. The new bar is up and running, but work is never done.”

“No, it is not. By the way, how are you and Benny doing?” you looked around noticing Benny had gone inside, but you still kept your voice low. Jo was never one to talk about her private life to just anyone. The only reason you figured she told you stuff was because she had known you the longest and you weren’t one to discuss your private life either.

Jo tried to look away but it did nothing to conceal the faint blush rising to her cheeks. “We’ve uh, we’ve been doing really good so far.”

“The other guys know?”

“Yeah. We asked they didn’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Well, I can tell he makes you act like a teenage girl with her first crush so he must be good.”

“Oh, he’s really good.”

“We need a girl’s night. I want all the details.”

“Next Saturday?”

“You’re on.”

You went over to the other guys, everyone seeming to be in good spirits Sam’s call almost forgotten. Not seeing him outside you went to go see if he was in the kitchen. You stopped as you stepped in through the back door. Dean. Dean was standing there with another woman. And they were kissing. She was all over him, but could you blame her? I mean look at the man. But did they really need to be going at it here? Ignoring the tight feeling in your chest you turned to leave. Oh god, you had been standing there for too long.

“Y/N.” Great. Turning around you saw Sam coming down the stairs. On one side you were grateful Sam had been the one to call your name, but on the other, you had been wishing to slip away unnoticed.

“Hey Sam I was uh-I came looking for you,” you were purposefully trying not to look at Dean. You didn’t care if it was noticeable or not. If you looked at him every emotion going through you would be plastered on your face. It would be so obvious.

You noticed Sam shooting a look at Dean, but you didn’t know what that was about. “Yeah sorry I had a work call.”

“Sam it’s the weekend,” you rolled your eyes.

“I know, I know. Let’s-”

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Krystal. Dean’s girlfriend.”

Oh. You tried not to cringe at her frilly voice and ignored the way she looked you up and down.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you gave her a tight smile. It wasn’t real, but what were you supposed to do? Dean had a girlfriend. Of course, that explained why he never made a move on you. He didn’t like you. You wanted to slap yourself. Why hadn’t you seen it coming?

“Hey, where’s-” Jo’s voice stopped mid-sentence and you could feel her behind you probably scrutinizing the scene in front of her. “There you are. Sam, there is a problem with your grill. Y/N, Meg was asking for you.”

She wrapped her arm around your shoulders Sam and her bickering about something as the three of you made your way outside. Sam said your name and you knew there was a question involved but your mind was still in that scene back there.

“Sorry what?” you saw him and Jo share a look, but you didn’t have it in you to question them about it.

“I asked if you wanted a beer,” you knew there was something else he wanted to say but you just said yeah and went to go talk with the others. The whole afternoon felt like you were in overdrive. You didn’t want to see Dean. Those times when your eyes did find him, he was there with her always by his side. Now you knew where Dean’s feelings were at, but yours were all over the place. The feelings that had been developing for him were strong and real, but now that he was with somebody else your feelings were scattered and you were left to pick them up.

For the next few weeks, you avoided him to prevent the pain from becoming intolerable. If he wasn’t even yours why did it hurt so much? Sam and Jo had tried calling you a few times, but you avoided the topic. What was the point of expressing your undying love for Dean now when he clearly didn’t feel the same way?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your thoughts and you went to open it. “Sam, hey what are you doing here?” you asked.

“Well,” he shrugged, “since you didn’t want to meet for lunch yesterday and you didn’t pick up the phone the day before that and you have also avoided Jo I decided to pay a visit,” he smiled. That charming smile of his that you knew you couldn’t resist. And he also knew.

“Fine. You can come in.”

He stepped into your apartment making his way to your kitchen. He took a seat in one of your stools at the counter as you moved around your kitchen trying to figure out what to cook for dinner. And also avoiding him.

“So what’s going on?” Right to the point. Of course, you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, but you had also hoped not to have this conversation.

“What do you mean? I’ve just been busy with school.”

“Right. And this behavior has nothing to do with Dean’s new girlfriend,” welp there it was. Sam was smart, but you had hoped your attitude had come out as indifferent and not that you were hurt Dean was seeing someone else.

“Hey, I have nothing against your brother seeing someone,” you said.

“I think you do,” he just wouldn’t drop it.

You heaved a sigh. “Sam-”

“Y/N. I know you have feelings for Dean. Hell everyone knows. Except maybe his dumbass,” you snorted a laugh. “But he’s completely clueless and I know that you’re feelings towards him are true so maybe you should talk with him.”

“Sam I’m not going to come in between him and his girlfriend. If he hasn’t made a move he’s clearly not interested,” you turned rummaging through your fridge,

“Maybe you should ask him,” you nearly dropped what you were holding upon hearing Dean’s voice.

You turned glaring at Sam first. He held his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“The door was open.”

“Right,” you cleared your throat. Oh god, things were going to be awkward.

“Anyway I should go,” said Sam. Trying to make a run from the tension in the room. Standing up he clapped his brother in the back before giving you an encouraging smile which you did not find encouraging at all.

“So-” you began.

“Listen I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” you could hear your heart breaking right there and then. You knew what his next words were going to be and you couldn’t bear to hear them.

“It doesn’t matter,” you rushed to say. “It was just a simple crush and I’m glad you found someone. You guys are good together.”

He nodded. “You’re a great person and you deserve someone good.”

You wished he hadn’t said that. It hurt more than seeing him with somebody else. You wanted to scream into the void. Unrequited love was a bitch.

The next few weeks were spent avoiding Dean at any cost. You had just wanted to erase that whole encounter in your apartment. With winter break around the corner, you were so excited to have found an apartment not far from the school you worked. Thankfully packing took your mind off of Dean. At first you had a tough debate with yourself about whether moving was the best option. Was it because of Dean? Yes. Was this being too dramatic? Also yes but you couldn’t live right in front of the man you loved knowing he didn’t love you back. But the bigger reason was for yourself. You needed a change.

Deciding to take a break from packing you decided to order some takeout and put on a movie. Thirty minutes later you went to answer the knock at your door. You were met with familiar green eyes when you opened the door, your food in his hands and you couldn’t help but notice that his hair was a little damp and so was his jacket. He had probably been outside.

You had no idea what to say. He was there, but you had no words.

“What are you - uh - what are you doing here?” you managed to ask.

“Brought your takeout,” he said holding the bag up.

“Right. Come in,” it was awkward and you couldn’t stand it anymore, thus one of the reasons you were moving.

“You’re moving?” something in his voice made you look up at him, his green eyes scanning your apartment full of moving boxes.

“Oh...yeah. I found an apartment closer to school. Makes things simpler,” he set down the food at your counter but didn’t move.

“This is because of what happened isn’t it?” he wasn’t looking at you, he was visibly shaking. From the cold, you thought.

“Here. You should take off your wet clothes.”

“No, no Y/N I- I need to talk to you. I’m probably too late, but I wanted to apologize.”

“Dean for what?”

“For hurting you.”

“Dean-”

“No, listen. I lied ok. I lied to you and I lied to myself. That day after I heard you and Sam I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I realized that maybe your feelings weren’t one-sided.”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Was this real? Never in your wildest dreams would Dean be confessing his love for you. Ok, maybe you had dreamed about it.

His eyes still wouldn’t meet you. His hands were resting at his sides and when you went over to take hold of one you could feel him shaking. He didn’t pull away, but his eyes finally found your face.

“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes first,” you went to move when his hands were suddenly cradling your face and his lips were on yours. His nose was cold and so were his cheeks, but his lips were soft and warm. Those lips that you had dreamed of kissing were on yours now.

He pulled away, his lips brushing against your when he spoke. “Please don’t say it’s too late.”

“I can never stop loving you,” he kissed you again and you could feel the smile on his lips.

“Be my new girlfriend?” he asked when he pulled away again.

You laughed. “Yes.”

#superfriendstitlechallenge #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #spn fic

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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Dave AKA dan wants to kidnap her friend here into a spaceship and use that to bomb people in places just like Tommy F once they're complete losers and we have to stop them. I'm sending some much more severe orders this got Stan has the same mentality though he has a fleet he wants to do with the fleet and he free Tommy f is I can't you see those clothes and the ships they said fighting with intensify if he was kidnapped cuz I thought it was Tommy f and he says to our friends you're bleeding like a sheep and then there's a friend says shut up you numbskull. I hear it too it says people have a great idea if he was kidnapping who and you should watch your f****** back in your mouth stan in such a testy little b**** and Tommy f is after you and you make your way to the museum. He's after you for your empire fleet because they changed too that he wants to infiltrate the max you've been better off not bothering me but I guess now you know and he knows you know.... And yeah Stan is missing that point and he's a dick these people are huge dicks they walk around all day and say they won already and they don't know the effects and they're just banking on something that might not do nothing and we need them dead. There's a list of people like them and Garth and company are on it and now they don't plan to pay him now I'm going to get rid of them all get a bunch of s***. It's very exciting you're already possessed then sit there doing what he wants they could never figure it out why am I doing this why am I doing that it says it's Ramadan and it makes sense in some applications. But for real he's got a lot of power in your idiots and yeah that's a work on both ends of it stupid

Mac daddy

Says a whole bunch of stuff everybody missed he says he must have a purpose stupid for thousands of years. I suppose I don't really know much about what I'm talking about I'm sitting here doing all sense of s*** it seems all backfire you tell me to go f*** myself constantly and sit here doing that and yeah people call me boring cuz I'm sitting here just trying to keep that people I'm just stupid s*** and getting hit and dan you're dead. He had six times with my buddy you took tons of money and I'm both sitting right in town and getting hit oh well

Trump

Safe to say you people are just going to sit here like blobs no matter what I come up with us so I'm going to have to just order you gone

Zues

I ordered it now at least destroy there armies for assuming some very. Simple. Stuff it's not true at all and that's some lazy lazy I sw work

Hera

She said the above

Zues

I'm sending it out now right now and this toddlers had enough time and now John River Lord and his son have exposed a hump want to use bombs, as he sticks to the ridiculous planets it's exposing him and all of his every few minutes and for doing really the first stuff mac

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zmediaoutlet · 3 years

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I've always felt very strongly that there is a serious lack of touch-starved Sam fic in this fandom.

(read on AO3)

For a hundred and fifty miles of midmorning blacktop outside of Kearney, Missouri, Dean won’t look at Sam. Sam figures he’s got a convenient excuse—traffic, threatening rain—but he doesn’t really need the excuse, does he. Everything they could say they’ve said and now Sam’s just got to sit here, his elbow on the door and his hand braced over his mouth so he won’t say more. Furious for a few miles and just—dragged-out empty, for a few miles after. It cycles. He wants coffee very badly but after the fight they had he doesn’t want to ask for a thing.

He sat there and let Garth wipe up his face. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t have done himself but he didn’t want to go into the bathroom, not with Dean trying to get the black ectoplasmic goo out of his ear, off his skin. Garth gave him a worried smile before he left with Dean and Sam didn’t return it, and Dean didn’t look at him before the motel room door closed, either. It was left to Sam to try to clean up the room. Not the first time. Glass shards swept up as best he could, broken furniture piled on top as a warning to the maid. Dean tips pretty well, whenever this happens, and so Sam tucked a fifty under an unbroken coffee mug and then sat there with his bags packed and his hands over the back of his neck and thinking, god, where did it go this wrong? Why did they let it?

The blinker tick is the only warning before Dean pulls off at an exit. Sam refocuses. Des Moines, coming up through the windshield, and here an exit with the usual suspects: gas, fast food, motel. He didn’t actually drive all that much, in the last year, and it’s a surprise still how often the car needs gas. Another itching burr, reminding him: the responsibilities he should’ve had. What he ignored, and what the costs of ignoring it were.

A Shell station. Sam opens his door first, before the car’s even in park. “How much on the pump?” he says, and Dean’s hand pauses on the gearshift but he actually answers.

“Fifty.” He half-reaches for the inside of his jacket. “You’ve got—?” he starts, and Sam interrupts and says, “I got it,” kind of sharp, and then wishes he hadn’t said it sharp. Last few miles he’s been more scraped-out than mad. Go figure.

Dean glances at him, at least. Still greyish outside, the clouds thicker the more they drive north, and his face looks white. “Get caffeine, too,” he says, and it’s not sharp. It’s not—anything.

Two coffees, granola bars. A Snickers, since Dean likes Snickers. Olive branch or bribe, Sam doesn’t know, and then for thinking it he rolls his eyes. He gets a Payday, instead, and waits for the old guy in front of him to cash out and then gets the fifty, on the pump, and then stands at the lone hightop by the window with old coffee rings and spilled Equal and watches while Dean crouches to get the gas in the car and then leans against the rear bumper, head sinking between his shoulders. Sam can’t tell from here if his eyes are open or closed. He looks tired. Sam sips his coffee, sugary with the fake hazelnut creamer. Well, they’re both tired.

That argument. He barely slept, last night, and when he did he had a dream of the day Dean came back. Different to how it really happened. In the dream he was the one waiting, in the cabin with the light coming through the dirty windows, and he was so happy, heart-sore, his pulse thudding thick in his throat—and that’s true, at least, that’s how it was when he was coming through the door on that day, thinking it couldn’t possibly be true—but in the dream, when Dean came through the door, he came with black streaming from his ears and nose and the corners of his mouth and instead of eyes he had dark holes and he knocked Sam down to the ground and got his hands around Sam’s throat and he leaned down and said—well, when Sam woke up with his heart thudding sick in his mouth, he couldn’t remember what the Dean in the dream had said. He woke up because the bathroom door had closed and there was a light seeping through the cracks but he couldn’t hear what Dean was doing in there. It wasn’t a subtle dream. He lay there awake, nauseated and sorry, because he was too exhausted to be angry, and he doesn’t remember when he fell asleep again but the next thing it was morning, and the alarm on his phone was sounding, and Dean was sitting up on the far side of his bed with his shoulders hunched up high and his back all tension, and he’d said shut it off, jesus, his voice so raw it sounded like he’d been yelling all night. Sam shut it off and went and took a shower, and that was it, pretty much. That was what they had had to say to each other, today.

Dean accepts the coffee with a nod, and the Payday with a strange twitch of his eyebrows. Sam eats a granola bar in a few efficient bites, tosses the wrapper before they leave, and sips slow at the rest of his own coffee as they drive out of the gas station and back up onto the highway and on through Iowa, wondering if Dean thought he’d actually forgotten or if Dean thought it was carelessness or if Dean—

He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t be wondering. He should be angry, and he is angry. His hands curl in cringing reflex whenever he remembers shaking Benny’s lukewarm monstrous hand and seeing the slight smugness of his look and seeing Dean’s expression, just behind, warning, saying no. Saying that Sam didn’t get a say, here. Like after all these weeks of lying, of turning away from any real conversation Sam tried to have, of him being jagged-sharp and furious and—and not-Sam’s—this was just another something Sam wasn’t allowed to touch.

There’s a lot of Iowa and a lot of quiet. They stop again for a piss and burgers and Dean says, “Get mine with extra cheese,” and Sam, jesus. Sam does. Extra cheese and onions, too, and they eat at the bar with college football on the television and Sam watches Stanford absolutely cream Arizona and he expects Dean to say something cutting, something snide, but he doesn’t get that, either. Dean just shakes his head as the reporter runs up to Arizona’s quarterback who can’t be more than twenty years old and asks breathlessly what they did wrong, and Dean says, “Should be a law against that,” and signals the bartender for the check, and Sam watches the poor kid struggle to maintain his composure for the cameras and thinks, yeah. Yeah, there oughta be a law.

Dean doesn’t turn west for Sioux Falls like Sam expects. Instead there’s more road and more north and more clouded sky, and more quiet, and it’s a dimming twilight when they pull into St. Cloud, Minnesota, after a full day of nothing, and Dean says, finally, “Think it’s gonna rain,” and roughly one minute later it is. A steady sifting-down kind of rain, the kind that’ll keep going for a week if it goes for an hour.

A motel. Dean goes in to get the room. End of the low building and actual real keys and two queens, like it’s been since Dean got back. Sam drops his bag on his bed and folds the key into his hand until it hurts. “I’m not hungry, you?” Dean says, and rolls on without actually waiting for Sam to say anything. “Figure we can look around for a job here in the morning. Still waiting for word on whatever else.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, looking at the bedspread. Mottled green-and-pink, ugly. Whatever else, said all neutral. Like there’s not a river of blame running through it. “Yeah,” he says, again, and then looks up and says, “Give me the keys.”

Dean’s got his gun in his hand, his bag unzipped and his shit already spilling out across the other bed. Dirty shirts, a tie. What he wore yesterday when he tried to kill Sam. He frowns. “What?”

Sam ignores the gun. “I want dinner,” he says. “Give me the keys.”

A tightness around Dean’s eyes but what is he going to say? No? Sam wants to dare him to. Dean looks down at his bag and then digs in his pocket. It's a clean underhand arc, meant to be easy for Sam to catch, and Sam turns and goes without another word, and when he's behind the wheel he looks at the muted pinkish light of the window coming from behind the thick curtains and he—closes his eyes, and turns on the car, and finds a bar.

It wasn't two beds. Not at first. Not that very, very first day, in the cabin, with the light coming in and Dean strangely tan, all blinding grin and quick manic movement and his hands strong—gripping Sam's shoulders, sliding up under his shirt, bright and hot and dizzying. He'd tackled Sam to the floorboards and cut him and splashed Borax over his skin and then when Sam was still gasping and unprepared he leaned down, right down, and gripped into Sam's hair and said breathless fuck, I missed you so much, and kissed Sam bruising, and Sam could hardly keep up. They barely made it to the bunk in the corner, the one that creaked so bad under their weight Sam thought it would collapse, but it held together somehow. It was so fast it sits in Sam's memory in strange little snatches—Dean's lips smearing across his throat, and the way his head hit the wall and Dean laughed delighted and rolled over on top, and for some reason the very moment of sliding his hand down into Dean's barely-opened jeans and feeling the crisp roughness of his pubes before anything else. That particular feeling.

It was only afterwards that it fell apart. Sam should've lied. He's thought about it a lot, these past weeks. Months. Or maybe he should've told Dean everything: every single second of panic, terror, misery. Every failed summoning and every fruitless hour of research in Bobby's remaining books. Every moment where he thought if he's dead, then I—how every second of living felt like failure, like betrayal, how no matter he what he did he was letting his brother down, so what was the point of counting it—but they didn't lay that on each other. They knew what those days felt like. At least he thought they both did. Maybe it was different, for Dean. Sam wouldn't have thought so, but. Maybe it was.

The bar's mid-sized, kind of friendly feeling. A girl in her twenties pulling beer who's mastered the line between welcoming and actually-flirtatious, and Sam's set up with a beer at the far end by the bathrooms in record time, and he looks into it and thinks, fuck, why not, and drains it fast, and says, "Another, thanks," and the girl's very shaped eyebrows knot a little but she sets him up, so. Big tip for her, later. She smiles, eyes dipping to his chest, and there's a little sway as she walks back down to the couple at the other end. Maybe over the line to flirtatious, then.

A girl. Sam looks down at his beer. He's not sure he ever heard Dean's voice with that much venom in it. Not even—back then, with Ruby. Like this was a worse betrayal than that. He chews the inside of his cheek and shakes his head, tries to focus on—hockey, on the television, but Sam doesn't know anything about hockey, and he can't get it out of his head.

A girl. Like that was the worst part. Like Sam's year of emptiness could be summed up with the fact that he fucked someone else, for a little while. Even if it didn't work out. Even if they ended up more as friends, at either end of a falling-down motel with a shared visitation for a dog, and Sam spent most nights in bed alone watching the blue-and-red neon sign blink through the blinds, and he couldn't— No. And where did Dean get off, anyway? Being that furious, that betrayed, when he was the one who—with Benny— He finishes that beer and orders a bourbon, instead, and settles in. Fuck it. He's watching hockey.

The bartender cuts him off, at some point, but she's very nice about it. Sam knows he's too big to threaten and he tries to be nice back but he's not sure it's working, from her face. "Why don't you drink some water," she says, sweet but with her eyebrows high, and he takes the glass in both hands just to make her feel better. "Can I call you a cab?"

"Can't leave the car," he says and it comes out—oh. So. It's been a few hours and he… that burger was a while ago, wasn't it. Still, this part is important. He has to make sure she gets it. "I can't. Car's special."

"Okay," she says, drawing it out. The hockey's over and there's a too-colorful gameshow on the television. Sam puts his head down on the bar, which is better. Old-people music playing on the sound system. Sam grinds his forehead back and forth on the wet wood. Old-people music is what Amelia called it. Sam just thought it was what his life sounded like. "Okay," she says again, muffled, "I'm just gonna—" and then the glass gets removed from his hand, and she says, "All right, you can't sleep here, we close in thirty. Who should I call?"

Good question. Sam folds his hands over the back of his neck and tries to think of a good answer. Some time passes while he tries to figure it out.

He hasn't been drunk in—he doesn't know. A year. When Dean was gone and Sam didn't save him. Now Dean's here and Sam wants to be anywhere else because Dean doesn't—Dean won't—

"All right," he hears again, but it's a different voice this time. Hard hand on his arm, tugging, and he sighs against the bartop and says Dean, or thinks he does. He lets himself be pulled upright but doesn't open his eyes—that's gonna be bad, he knows that for sure—and so he lets his weight sway, sink, and the hands are still hard but they're holding him up, so that's something, anyway. His head drops back—hard bone, muffle of leather—Dean. "Jesus," he hears, in some tone he can't interpret, and he turns his head in and there's a scrape of stubble against his nose, and he sighs and feels boneless, for once, his body just melted away where it won't cause any more trouble.

"Dean," he says, definitely out loud because Dean says, "Yeah, that's me," kind of annoyed but quiet, and then louder, "Is he cashed out?"

Some answer. Sam's drunker than he thought. He can't remember if he tipped well, hopes he did. His head doesn't hurt yet, like his face doesn't hurt even though Dean was trying to kill him, yesterday, and that's funny kinda, that there aren't repercussions, for anything. Here they are no matter what. He smiles and says Dean's name again and gets steadied, pushed upright a little more. He grasps for Dean's jacket so he can't get away and says, "I love this song," because he knows it at least and likes it fine, and because when Dean talks about music he's happy. Sam wants him happy.

"Yeah, Sam, everyone likes Sinatra," Dean says, and Sam finally opens his eyes to find himself swiveled around on the barstool and Dean in front of him, with unhappy tired lines at his eyes and mouth and looking just—Sam reaches for his face and Dean kind of jerks, like he didn't expect it, but grasps Sam's hand and pulls, says, "C'mon, Jolly Green," not annoyed anymore. Sam slides off to stand with his weight half in his boots and half steadied against Dean's shoulder, and Dean's arm goes around his back and this, this is the most Dean's touched him, since that day, that last day.

Difficult walk in the spattering rain. Propped against the car, and Dean going through his pockets, warm familiar touches. The passenger seat, poured in, and he slumps into the corner between the door and the seat-back and Dean's mouth is in the amber light from the parking lot lights, scattered and blurry from the water, and Sam licks his mouth clean of that same water and wants. He isn't allowed to ask. Driving, then, the car's rumble and sway, and Sam spends the whole drive watching strange flashes of Dean's face appear in turning headlights and fluorescent storefronts and gleaming wet red in brakes and thinking that he dreamed this, more or less this, so many nights, that year in Texas. Dean's cheekbones and lips and freckles and ears and the bump where his nose got broken, way back when they were teenagers, here in the car, where Sam could almost touch him. He wishes he could touch him.

He jerks when they get to wherever they're going. "Last stop, everyone off," Dean mutters. His door opens and shuts while Sam's still blinking, his mouth dry. The rain's still falling and Sam listens to it drumming the roof, the glass. Imagines laying out in it. Feeling it on his skin.

He almost falls when his door opens. "Christ, how drunk are you?" His shoulders were caught but they're out in the rain—cold, on his face, and he closes his eyes and tips and feels it. "Sam. C'mon. Sammy, you're too big, I ain't carrying you. You gotta get your feet under you, man." But there's no good reason for that, Sam thinks. He's just going to fall, and then Dean'll see that he can't do even that, and then what's to stop Dean from just leaving him here? A squeeze at his shoulder and Dean's voice is softer. "Jeez, you're getting soaked. C'mere." His hair's pushed back from his forehead. He reaches for Dean's hand but misses, and his wrist gets caught, and he's pulled back—Dean's body, warm behind his—and his weight tips so far that he has to scramble, lurching, and Dean says: "Hey, there he is. Okay, Gumby, now we gotta do one foot in front of the other—" and hey, it turns out that Sam didn't fall down, and he sways swimming and heavy-skulled from the rain to the chilly concrete walkway to the cool slick polyester comforter, under his back, the room warm and that same pinkish light seeping in behind his eyelids, his wrist still caught in Dean's grip, his jacket heavy-wet and water trickling into his ear. He tips his head, trying to get the rain out.

"You're a mess," Dean says. He lets go and Sam's hand drops to the bed, heavy too. "What were you thinking?" Oh, you know, Sam thinks, but doesn't say. He stretches his legs out, his bootheels dragging on the carpet, and there's a sigh, and then Dean's warmth up against his knee, his voice quiet. "Yeah, I know. Just can't do anything right, huh?"

"Yeah," Sam says, and slits his eyes open. Wet, eyelashes and mouth and his hair soaking the blanket. Dean's splintery up above him, confusing, and Sam turns his head toward the window, the heavy pink curtains blocking out the night. Raining harder. "Yeah," Sam says, again, to someone, his voice sore.

A touch to his jaw, soft. He hasn't shaved for a few days. Dean's fingers drag along the bone, prickling through the stubble, and he scrunches his eyes closed, feeling it. A touch on his chin, on the dip under his mouth. Pausing there, warm. Sam's lips part and Dean's finger brushes the bottom one and Sam drags in air. It feels—he can't quantify it. The touch dips down to his neck, to his collar, where his damp shirt's clinging, to press against the bone there in a way that almost hurts but it feels so good, too, that Sam doesn't want it ever to stop.

"Sammy, I'm—" Dean says, or starts to say, because Sam says louder: "You never touch me."

He reaches up and manages to get Dean's hand. He presses it down, harder. The feel of him, a little damp but the heat of his skin, and the closeness. Sam turns his head and looks up through the shattered light, blinking, trying to get Dean's face. "Right? It's been—no one ever does."

Dean's frowning, when Sam can focus. "Hey, we both got hugs from Garth," he says. Sort of light. "Can't believe you're forgetting that. I still gotta shower off the patchouli."

Like Garth counts. Sam grips Dean's wrist and reaches for his jacket, pulls, and Dean resists for a second but then sits by Sam's hip and even that, the warmth there, that feels good. Right. Sam sighs. "There," he says. Dean's thumb drags along his collarbone. "Missed this part."

Dean's face is so pretty in this kind of light. This golden motel light, with the yellow bulbs that aren't environmentally friendly but are cheap, with the night seeping in behind him so he stands out against the dark. His freckles showing and parts of him shadowed. "What part?" Dean says, after a second. Sam almost forgot what he said and blinks, feels heavy. "Sam?"

"Oh," Sam says, and tries to remember. He smiles at Dean, shrugging against the bed. "Just—when you used to—last time I slept beside someone was… I don't even know. A long time. It was so good when you came back. Forgot how good it was."

It is. Dean's frowning at him but he's still just the best thing Sam's ever seen. Dean's hand slides up his throat, fits his jaw. Slides up, cupping his cheek, and Sam tips into it, all the air going out of him. "Jesus, Sam," Dean says, quiet.

Dean doesn't want this, Sam knows. Not since that very first day. Dean had someone else, has someone else, someone better, someone who doesn't fuck up, and Sam—god, he fucked up. So bad. He's selfish, though, he thinks—he gets to be selfish, today at least if on no other day, because Dean tried to kill him and even if Sam maybe deserved it or something like it then surely at least today Sam gets one thing he wants, and Sam says, blurry, "Could you just sleep here, just so I can—so you'll be here, and I'll know," and Dean says miserable-sounding, "Come on, Sasquatch," and leans down, and his lips land soft on Sam's cheek and then Dean turns his head and his lips find Sam's and Sam breathes through it, not sure, letting Dean kiss him, trying to remember what Dean kissing him could mean.

"Sam," Dean murmurs, and Sam grips his shoulders and lifts into it, spinning. Hand on his jaw, another slipping to his waist, digging in at his side. Dean kisses him and Sam's jaw drops and Dean licks inside and Sam thinks, yes—Sam thinks, finally—aching—and Dean shifts, leaning over, his thigh alongside Sam's thigh and his other leg spilling over Sam's lap and Sam touches him, doesn't dare let go.

God, he's drunk. He's dizzy, laying here on the bed with his eyes closed, Dean's weight over his chest. "What are you doing?" he manages, when Dean pulls back from his mouth, and Dean huffs hot against his chin and says, "Shit if I know—you want me to stop?" and Sam says no and grips his jaw and pulls him back in, not doing much to help but open, grasping, wanting anything Dean'll give, anything he has. The world's spinning lazily with its axis right in Sam's hindbrain, it feels like, but Dean's hand is skimming up his stomach under his t-shirt and Sam's fine if the planet just tumbles away, a skipped marble flashing out of sight.

The touch of Dean's skin is—Sam's been high, Sam's been cracked-open. This feels more than that did. Dean pulls at him, urging, and Sam moves on the bed somehow but the wheeling world's centered right on where Dean's hand is braced there, on his ribs just below one pec, and Sam grips his shirt, pulls him down, keeps him. Fingers at his belt, in his jeans, slipping against his skin, soft and the nails dragging and the shocking warmth of them—"Hey," Dean says, picking his head up, "are you not—" and Sam shakes his head, says, "Don't worry, I—I just want—"—and lifts and gets Dean's uncertain mouth against his jaw, gets his hand around where Dean's thick, filling up his palm, heat and pressure through the denim. "Shit," Dean says, lifting up a little, but Sam won't let him, desperate for the feel of him, the weight. The knowing that he's here. The salt-taste of his throat, and the smell here under his ear where he hasn't showered all day and he smells like—the car, the guns. Beer. Sam's whole life, right here.

Dean has to help, with the belt, the zip. He sighs against Sam's hair when he's free and Sam touches—there, crisp-dry hair and the stiff resistance at the root and the smooth thick pole of it, curving up sweet, enough to get his hand around, familiar in every way. Dean's thigh between his legs, his breath in Sam's ear. "Not fair," Dean says, strain in it. Sam licks his lips, squeezes, and Dean huffs. "I'm getting all the fun, here."

"No, you're not," Sam says, and pulls, and Dean surges against his hand, hot. God, he's hot. Sam couldn't ever match it against anyone else. He's uncoordinated but he wants it, he wants to feel it—"Help," he says, selfish, and Dean half-laughs but there's a rearrangement—Dean half-tipped to one side, his fingers brushing Sam's, knocking them out of the way a little, taking over. Sam touches his nuts instead, careful because he remembers, clearly, some other drunk laughing day when he sucked Dean's dick and then sucked in his balls and Dean yelped, shook, too sensitive—and he doesn't think that's changed but Dean just groans for it, now, and Sam tips into him and mouths at Dean's throat, at the peek of shoulder where his t-shirt's pulled away, feels the smooth jerking pump of his arm, trapped between them. The strong present meat of him, the hardness of his bones. Sam bites and Dean jerks under him, says fuck, says louder, "Sammy, for god's sake," and Sam says back, "Let me feel it," because that's what he wants, that's all he wants. He wants Dean pulsing-present, loud, furious, jealous, hurting—as long as he's here—and Dean says low, "That's it, huh? You want to feel it?" and Sam nods and grips at Dean's t-shirt and pulls him in, and Dean's dick presses up firm against Sam's stomach and Dean pulls Sam's shirt up out of the way and grinds in close and—ah, ah, there. That thick twitch, the heat. Sam turns his face and Dean's there, breathing hard, and Sam kisses him and it takes a second but Dean kisses back, softer. His teeth drag against Sam's lip. Sam drags his cheek along Dean's cheek and can't let go. He's not going to let go.

"I've got to," Dean says, at some other point. Sam blinks, muzzy. Dean's pulling and Sam grabs at his hip, keeping him. "Dude. Enough with the octopus routine."

Quiet. Sam tucks his head down and Dean smells like sweat, now, and there's the smell of come. He drags at the edge of his shirt and his stomach's a mess, and Dean sighs. Touches there, too, and Sam squints down into the shadows between them, and Dean's hand looks somehow like a stranger's but he's careful, dabbing at Sam's skin. His dick's tucked away and Sam misses it. Wishes he weren't so drunk that sucking it was a viable option. Wishes he were less drunk, generally, and that's, he thinks, a sign that he's sobering up. Too soon.

"Sure I can't get you off?" Dean says, after a few seconds. Almost polite. Sam closes his eyes, tips away. "Feels kinda messed up."

"It is pretty messed up, Dean," Sam says, tired now, and Dean sits up—away from him—and Sam thinks, well, that's it.

Dean doesn't disappear. There's a space—the rain louder outside, audible now that Sam's not focused on every breath from his brother—the damp mugginess of his wet jacket, and the way his stomach's starting to complain—and then Dean's fingers, at the waist of Sam's jeans, tracing along the low bared part of his belly, soft. Sam drags in air, feels his stomach suck in, and Dean pauses, but then there's his thumb, pushing against the trail of hair, careful.

"You're gonna be so pissed," Dean says, quiet. "In the morning. Shit, in like, three hours."

Sam tips his head. The clock says two. "I'm pissed now," he says, and it's so not true that he doesn't know why Dean doesn't just laugh at him, call him a liar, say, oh sure, princess.

There's a faint shadow of Dean on the far wall, from the lamp by the door. A big blown-up silhouette over the other bed, his head bent and his details impossible to see. Sam wants another drink and won't have one. Probably not for a little while. Unfair, for both of them, when it doesn't fix anything.

"It wasn't supposed to be this screwed up," Dean says. His fingers drag across to Sam's hip and then away. Sam misses them instantly. "I don't know. It just went wrong somehow."

"Yeah, somehow," Sam says. Dean sighs, and then the bed shifts, and before Sam knows it Dean's standing up, turning away, and Sam lifts on one elbow and says, "Wait."

"Gotta clean up," Dean says. He waited, though, is waiting, standing by the bed with his belt still undone and his ears pink and his eyes hard to read.

Sam's head swims, still a little too drunk for this. "It doesn't fix anything," Sam says, trying to follow the thread. Dean's eyes tighten. "Stay."

"Getting real mixed signals here, Sammy," Dean says, but he steps closer, and Sam reaches out and gets Dean's belt-loop and pulls, and Dean looks down, frowning. His mouth's a low curve. "Darlin', you've got to let me know."

A song? Sam shakes his head. He pulls, and Dean sits, by Sam's hip again, and Sam slides his hand up from the belt to Dean's side, to his back. His skin, warm.

Dean touches the hollow of his throat, soft. Thrilling. "What are you doing?" he says. Almost sorry.

"I don't know," Sam says, clinging to the last bit of whiskey, "but let me."

It's still dark, a quiet carved out bit of black rainy morning. There's tomorrow to remember to be mad. Dean lets him.

#Anonymous #wincest #my writing #one-sided sex #is that a tag? idk #tbh anon this is a very tangential fill #but i couldn't think of ways to get touchstarved sam #when dean touches him All The Time #unless there were a very particular time when he wasn't

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