#jack says dean dresses cool

[deanspunchingbag]

dean occasionally will look in his closet and it just be empty. because you can't convince me little big brother sam doesn't steal the clothes he fits and swears it wasn't him. whenever claire comes over she 'borrows' the best band shirts to sleep in and literally never returns them. cas is always 'accidentally' stealing sweatpants and anything he can get his hands on (though dean doesn't mind that too much). jack thinks wearing his jackets make him look way cooler, and dean always tells him to just keep them. dean goes to do laundry and he has 2 shirts left and somehow everyone in the bunker all of a sudden has a metallica or black sabbath t-shirt.

#supernatural #dean winchester #destiel #spn #castiel #sam winchester #claire novak #jack says dean dresses cool #and claire says he listens to old man music but still takes the 'vintage' shirts #which makes dean feel old #supernatural headcanon

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 10 - Alone Again

With Castiel missing, the boys go out to search for their angel, leaving Y/N alone again.

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TW: This chapter briefly discusses alcoholism

“Exorciza… exorcizamus… te omnis….” I slur out, butchering the Latin words far worse than usual, which I’m surprised is even possible, interrupted by the occasional hiccup. “Omnis.. immand… immundus, Ugh!” I groan in frustration, slumping my head onto the library table, the cool wood contrasting with my flushed face. I’ve spent all night rehearsing this damned incantation, never getting past the first few lines.

“How the hell does Sam do this?” I growl, staring down at my nearly empty glass of Jack Daniels Whiskey. I swirl the fancy glass cup of booze, the rigid sound of glass grinds against the wood that’s polish had begun to erode long ago. The clear amber liquid whirls in lazy circles, something I could personally relate too. No matter where my lonely life takes me, I always circle back to the sweet relief of alcohol, the one thing I can always rely on. Some people say life is better through a sober lens. I call bullshit, anyone who makes it through this place without a buzz is doing it wrong. Between the argument with Dean, Sam’s growing doubt, and Castiel up and vanishing, this is all I have left.

I down the last bit of whiskey, the familiar burn soothing my nerves. I stare down at my empty glass in distaste and carelessly slide it across the table. It hits a discarded book a few feet away and tips over, a single remaining drop falling from the cup.

I just want to go home. The message repeats in my head over and over. But then again, I don't really have a home to return to, do I?

Like it usually does, the whiskey catches up with me. My mind becomes foggy, my blood warm and fuzzy. I slump over, pressing my upper body flat against the table. The wood painfully cuts into my ribcage, but I'm too tired to care. The world spins around me and I close my eyes to fight off the impending dizziness and nausea, slowly slipping into a comforting slumber.

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The blade bites into his skin, leaving fresh slices along his arms. Trickles of red race down his skin, joining the dry streaks of blood that came before. The wounds heal within seconds, even still he groans in pain.

He struggles in the rusty metal chair he’s chained too. The silver chains dripping with oil clang together in resistance. A small ring of fire surrounds him, the white flames remaining an unrelenting burn. He sits along the edge of the circle, the toes of his black dress shoes licked by the roaring fire. His feet fidget, pushing as far back as the restraints allow, desperately trying to escape the unforgiving heat. The stench of burning leather and thick black smoke fills the air.

Lucifer stands menacingly just out of reach, his shoulders back and head held high. The long knife he holds drips with blood, staining the grimey concrete below.

Castiel's clothes are covered in blood, oil, and burn holes. He breathes in heavy, ragged breaths. His ocean blue eyes lull to the ceiling. It seems they’ve been at it for hours.

Lucifer grabs a fistful of Castiel’s unkempt hair, violently yanking his head as far back as the chair would allow. “Now, tell me where you’re hiding her,” Lucifer hisses, menacingly twirling the angel blade in his hand. 

“Go to Hell!” Castiel spits, grinding his teeth.

“Been there, done that,” he replies, looking rather bored. He crouches down to Castiel’s level, innocently gazing into his half lidded eyes. “I grow tired of these games brother,” Lucifer sighs, before plunging the blade deep into his shoulder.

Castiel lets out a strangled cry as Lucifer twists the knife. The sickening sound of flesh churning bounces off the confined walls. Blood trickles out of the laceration, staining his beloved tan trenchcoat a dark crimson shade.

“WHERE IS SHE!” He demands, his irises glow a bright red with passion, illuminating the immediate surroundings of the room.

“The Winchesters are coming, and you of all people know what they’re capable of.” Castiel laughs like a man that has lost his sanity.

Lucifer is not amused. “Let them come.” He stands, drawing the blade from the broken angel's shoulder and wipes the blood off onto his worn denim jeans. “I, for one, am looking forward to slaughtering them. I’ll make it slow and painful. I’ll take pleasure in watching the life drain from their pitiful eyes,” he coos, a deranged smile tugging at his lips.

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“Y/N.” A big hand gently shakes my shoulder from behind. “Y/N!”

I jolt awake in a state of panic and fall out of my chair, smacking the hard ground below me that will surely leave a bruise on my hips. My heart races so fast that it feels like it could beat out of my chest any moment. “What the fuck Sam!” I yell confused, as I get my bearings and push myself to my feet.

“Sorry.” He puts his hands up defensively. “It’s just you were murmuring and shaking in your sleep, I figured you were having a nightmare.” He looks at me, concerned, trying to read my expression.

“Oh, uh, thanks?” The scenes of my nightmare plays over in my head, a sinking feeling washes over me as I remember what Lucifer is doing to Castiel at this very moment. “Ugh,” I groan, the hangover hitting me full force. I rub my temples to soothe the headache pounding against my skull and squint, the lights suddenly too bright.

“Fun night?” Dean quips, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

I roll my eyes, in no mood for his condescending jokes.

Sam picks up a green duffle bag that sits at his feet, slinging it over his shoulder. He brushes his long locks of hair out of his face, looking around the room for anything he might have missed.

Dean sits at the other end of the table, polishing an angel blade. 

I grimace at the realization that it’s my blood that stains the white, and now red, towel in his hands. A twinge of guilt pangs in my stomach, recalling my actions two nights ago. “Where are you going?” I croak out, my throat unpleasantly dry. 

“To find Cas,” Dean replies, not taking his eyes off the blade.

“What?” I sit up in my chair, suddenly feeling a sense of panic. 

“We have a lead,” Sam replies. “We heard word from a hunter that he may have been spotted questioning people around Chillicothe, Ohio.”

“You won't find him there,” I confess, my tone suddenly serious.

Both Sam and Dean stop what they’re doing, turning their undivided attention towards me.

“You got something you want to share?” Dean asks in an angry tone, slamming the angel blade onto the table with a loud clang.

“Lucifer has him and… he’s not doing well.”

Dean's expression drops from angry to concerned, morphing into vengeful.

“Y/N,” Sam steps in front of me. “I need you to tell us everything you know.” He looks me in the eye, giving me a pleading look.

“He’s being held captive in some sort of dungeon.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Lucifer’s torturing him with an angel blade and he’s surrounded by a small ring of fire.”

“Holy fire,” Sam says to Dean.

“Anything else?” Dean seethed.

“He wants to know where I am.”

Sam and Dean exchange looks. Sam tilts his head slightly, raising his brows in question.

Dean nods his head and grabs the blade, tucking it away in his leather jacket. “Let’s go get our angel,” he says, heading to the exit.

“You don’t even know where he is!” I yell, trying my best to get them to stay. Tears well in my eyes as I remember what Lucifer plans to do to them.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” Sam replies, turning away from me and trailing behind Dean.

“Wait!” I run and grab onto Dean's hand. “Take me with you, I can help!” I plead, meeting his eyes with a desperate look.

Dean thinks for a second, his face turning cold as stone. “You’d just slow us down.” He rips his hand away and walks out the door.

Sam gives me a sorrowful look, before following his brother.

And just like that, they’re gone.

I sink to the floor, devastated, no longer able to contain my tears. I've never felt so alone.



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[annmariethrush]

Suptober day 3: inspired

Dean gets excited about making breakfast after morning-sex only for it to go embarrassingly awry. On AO3 or below the cut :)

Dean sighed contentedly as Cas rolled onto the bed beside him, dropping the towel onto the floor next to the bed. Dean adjusted his sweaty body, which was quickly becoming clammy in the cool air, to press against the soft, warm skin of Cas’s upper body that always radiated a gentle heat.

Now that Jack was god and no longer living in the Bunker, Sam being out on a case meant that Dean and Cas had the whole place to themselves. As much as Dean loved living with his brother, he knew better than to waste privacy when he got it, and he had passed that tenet along to Cas over the months after Sam had given him enough bitch face to last a life time.

Pressing a thoughtless kiss against Dean’s hairline, Cas grunted, “You need to eat breakfast. Do you want to go shower while I make it?”

Dean laughed gently, “Sunshine, after last time, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

Dean’s mind drifted back to several weeks ago when Cas had attempted to make French toast before Dean got out of bed. He had awoken to the smell of smoke drifting from the kitchen and Sam loudly admonishing Cas for trying to burn the place down.

Cas frowned and began to protest before a sudden thought made Dean cut him off excitedly. “Wait!! I’ll make pancakes! It’s been forever since I got to make pancakes, but we have fresh eggs from the store finally so I should have all the ingredients and we can—“ Dean trailed off, “What?”

Cas’s frown had morphed into a bemused grin at Dean’s ramblings and he was staring at Dean as though nothing else in the world could be funnier or cuter. Cas gave Dean a kiss, firm and a little sloppy, and entirely drawn out, with a comical “mmmmwah” sound, before making a show of shoving Dean out of bed unceremoniously.

“Hey!” Dean rolled off the bed, giggling as he caught himself. “Fine, no more post-coital cuddling for you!”

Dean gathered up some combination of clothes from the floor where they had been scattered, quickly finding himself dressed in a pair of light blue flannel pajama pants (adorned with clouds wearing sun glasses) and a dark pink t-shirt from Cas’s closet that said “SWEET CHEEKS” on it, which Dean had acquired from a restaurant’s gift shop in Kentucky several hunts ago. He gave Cas a grin and a wink before grabbing his dead-guy robe from the back of the door and heading to the kitchen.

Dean’s mind wandered while he gathered ingredients for the pancakes, frequently going back to check the recipe— a torn out magazine page from an issue of Southern Lady that he had been thumbing through in a motel room while Sam was showering. As he dug through the pantry he came across a fresh squirt bottle from a pack he had gotten to store cooking oil in and had an idea.

—

Dean was proudly drawing the outline for his fifth penis shaped pancake into the pan, carefully adding veins to the curved length, when he heard a sound behind him in the kitchen. He turned to greet Cas, a huge grin on his face, only to have his expression turn to horror as his eyes settled on the person before him. He instinctively moved to put his body in front of the plate full of pancakes before slowly greeting the person before him.

“Morning, Jack.” Dean felt his whole face flushing bright red and he considered just asking Jack to smite him right then and there. “I can make you other pancakes, sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be in this morning…”

Jack looked entirely unfazed, as per usual, and was about to respond when Cas came around the corner saying “Smells good sweethea— Jack!!“

Dean’s eyes flicked over to Cas and he doubled down on his wish for Jack to smite him as he noticed Cas’s attire. Unaffected by the chilly winter air in the Bunker, Cas had opted for only a pair of pajama pants, leaving the broad expanse of his chest and his toned arms on full display. With a big smile, he strode towards his son, greeting him with a hug. Jack squeezed back, the two of them entirely unbothered by Cas’s lack of clothes, and paying no attention to Dean’s bright red face.

Just smite me…

Pulling back, Jack pointed past Dean and told Cas confidently, “Dean made pancakes that look like you!”

PLEASE FUCKING SMITE ME!!

“Oh did he? Well you know how inspiring I am…” Cas smirked as he moved to glance behind Dean’s back at the plate of pancakes.

Dean’s eyes stayed wide open even as his brain begged to shut them, watching as the metaphorical vehicles piled up and spontaneously combusted in this seemingly endless car wreck he couldn’t peel his eyes away from. He felt the moment that Cas made eye contact with the carefully crafted penis pancakes, seeing them in their veiny glory, and the air in the room went utterly still. Cas’s smirk dropped for a moment, causing Dean to simultaneously rejoice at not being the only one embarrassed and to redden further as Cas grasped the situation, but then Cas was suddenly doubled over laughing.

This was more than Dean could cope with.

Before he knew it though, he was doubled over too, laughing so hard that his ribs hurt, his eyes leaked, and he was hardly even making a sound as his lungs tried in vain to fill back up. They laughed and laughing, leaning against each other, and nearly collapsing onto the floor. Only minutes later when Dean had wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks and mostly caught his breath did he think to look at Jack again, finding him with an eyebrow quirked and a slight smile, but otherwise entirely unmoved.

Dean turned around to revel in his work now that the tension had left his shoulders and, with a jolt of panic, realized he had completely neglected the pancake outline still on the pan. “Shit!”

He cringed as he attempted to pry it off the pan, listening to it crack and shatter into small burnt shards. Accepting his loss, he scraped it off of the pan with force and piled the soot into a small bowl to cool down before going in the trash can. Finally, he turned around to face the music once more.

“So, I’m the one who is too irresponsible to make breakfast…” Cas stated, giving Dean a smug look.

“I don’t wanna hear a goddamn thing, it’s not the same and you know it.” Dean defended, though he was already beginning to think that Cas might be right. He sighed, “What shape pancakes would you like Jack?”

Jack’s brow furrowed for a moment, thinking about it very deeply, before stating, resolutely, “Trapezoid.” He nodded as though confident in his answer before adding, “Please.”

Dean shook his head gently before putting a hand on Jack’s shoulder reassuringly, “You got it kid. Now go put the syrup and orange juice on the table while your dad goes to get a shirt.”

Jack hops over to the fridge happily and begins digging out the juice. Cas gives Dean another smug look before turning to go, but Dean grabs him by the wrist and pulls him in for a hug. Cas, surprised, wraps his hands around Dean’s waist before Dean whispers harshly in his ear, “I’m gonna enjoy these pancakes and then I am never going to hear another word about this, understood?”

Cas leans back and plants a quick kiss on Dean’s cheek, “Of course. Because Sam wouldn’t find this funny at all…”

With that, Cas turned and ran out of the kitchen laughing. “Oh you’re gonna get it now, buddy!” Dean hollered after him.

He turned back towards the stove with a shake of his head and a lingering smile before thinking to himself, what the fuck is a trapezoid???

#destiel fic #destiel #suptober23 #destiel fluff #dadstiel #Castiel #dean winchester #Jack Kline #spn 15x20? what 15x20? #Dean reads housewife magazines #embarrassed dean #Jack is unaware of human customs #Cas is a bit of a shit #dick shaped food tastes better #Dean Winchester laughs #deancas

[sugarrushproductions]

Sabriel Family Headcannons

Not married, sees no real point too. They love each other, that's enough.

A few months after they begin dating, a hunt has them dealing with a shifter. Another hunter had already dealt with it, but accidentally missed something.

The shifter's kid. Not really kid, but the one that was ordered to raise it.

Dean was busy on another hunt with Cas and Jack, so Mary goes with him.

They arrive just after the hunter blows town.

Since they're there, the two decide to check things out just in case.

Sam has to check the sewers, a bit annoyed. He can never win Rock Paper Scissors with his mom.

He found some of what the shifter shed.

He also found a little girl. That was unexpected.

He takes her back the hotel room.

Mary is concerned, but doesn't want to kill her.

She's only nine after all.

She hates it when she found out silver burns her.

Sam is thankfully able to convince her to let her stay.

They can't leave her in town, so she comes back to the bunker.

Dean is surprisingly ok with keeping her around. Jack immediately takes to her as well. Big brother energy.

Jack loves showing her his powers and is mostly their go to baby sitter. Mary and him take turns.

This goes on for a good few months.

Gabriel comes to visit Sam and the crew, only to find him reading to the little girl.

At first he can't bring himself to interrupt.

He just watches. Sam doing voices, making the girl laugh.

He'd never felt more in love.

Sam happens to glance up and see him.

Gabriel blushes and looks away, like he hadn't been silently watching him read to this girl.

Sam promised to finish the book later and picks the girl up to greet Gabriel.

At first the girl is shy, burying herself into Sam's shoulder.

She lightens a small bit after they kiss. Even more when Gabriel summons candy and gives her some.

He finds out her name is Sally.

From then on he's not just visiting Sam and his nephew.

There are days he'll come the bunker to find Jack and Sally snacking on the sugary cereal Sam disapproves of.

(side note: did not plan this intentionally, but now I see them dressing as Jack and Sally for Halloween)

Gabriel can't help but laugh when Jack and Sally say simultaneously "Don't tell Sam (Sammy)"

He'll stay until Sam gets back from the current hunt.

He shows off his illusions, Sally loving every bit of it.

She even makes requests based off her books and favorite shows.

She starts calling him Gabe like Sam does.

One day she goes to Gabriel, tugs on his pant leg, and asks him to make an illusion of what a kid of him and Sam wouldn't look like.

He starts. He doesn't know what to think.

He asks why and she explains that she can't shift unless she's seen the person she's trying to copy.

Sam comes in and hears it.

Both their hearts melt at her insistence.

Gabe obliges, making a vision of her with brown hair with a golden sheen. She has his nose, Sam's eye shape and color. She's the same height and has cute little dimples.

He really loved the one she has already.

Sally leaves to go shift in her room, thanking Gabe with a hug.

Sam and Gabe embrace, surprised but overjoyed to have a daughter.

I don't know why, but I find it really cute for these two to have a shifter daughter. I just feel it's a cool parallel to destiel and Jack. What do you think?

#sabriel spn #spn #supernatural #sam x gabriel spn #Sabriel Family #sam winchester #gabriel #gabriel spn #mary spn #dean winchester #spn jack #spn sam winchester

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 16: Red

All Dean sees is red.

Red fabric. Red thread. Red fur of several Elmo dolls he savagely skinned for parts.

“Dean?”

“Busy,” Dean grunts over the whirr of the sewing machine that Charlie loaned to him under extreme duress. 

You break Matilda, and I break your face, you got it, Winchester?

He’d turned the garage into his makeshift craft room (after throwing a dust cloth over his baby, so she’d remain fur-free). It doesn't really have room for the Impala, the sewing machine, and a drafting table he got at a yard sale to layout the sewing pattern, but it’s the only room in the house where he can get some peace and quiet to work on Jack’s Halloween costume. Between Jack, Miracle, and Cas, there was always someone underfoot, asking him for something.

Behind him, Cas exhales a dramatic sigh, also loud enough enough to be heard over the hum of Dean’s work. “Dinner is getting cold.”

“Start without me.”

“This is silly. We haven’t spent any significant amount of time with you in two days.”

Irritated, Dean lifts his foot off the pedal and twists around in his uncomfortable folding chair. “I need to get this done, okay?”

Cas raises his eyebrows. “It can’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Halloween is in three days.”

“And you’ve been working on Jack’s costume for a week,” Cas says, eyeing the mass of crimson fur like it personally told him PB&Is are overrated. “You can end early one day.”

Dean shakes his head, insisting, “I’ve gotta make it perfect. This will be the first Halloween he remembers.”

Cas throws him an unimpressed look, unconvinced. “You said that about his last Halloween.”

“And I was clearly wrong, so this one’s crucial.”

“He could forget again. His memory is very variable at this age.”

“Well, then, I just have to make it memorable, don’t I?” Dean turns back to the sewing machine, frowning at the measurements he took down on a notepad. Is that a six or a five?

Better go with six – he can always make it smaller if it doesn’t fit. 

By the time he checks the doorway, Cas is already gone.

* * *

Cas brings him his coffee on Halloween morning with a kind of glower he normally reserves for people who give him funny looks when he announces his pronouns in PTA meetings. 

“Here,” he says, setting down Dean’s favorite impala-themed mug (the animal, not the car) with more force than necessary. 

“Thanks,” Dean says gratefully. “I’m almost done, I swear.”

Cas eyes the rack of severed Elmo heads Dean mounted on the wall – only partially as a joke. “It’d better be,” he says darkly. “Will it be ready for school in thirty minutes?”

“Yeah,” Dean says, holding up the nearly finished Clifford the Big Red Dog costume. “What do you think?”

“I think we’re going to buy his costume next year.” Cas sighs. He squeezes Dean’s shoulder. “That said, you’ve done a wonderful job, Dean. Jack will love it.”

“He’d better,” Dean says, critically fingering the hood complete with the floppy red dog ears. 

“When you finish that, meet me at Jack’s room so we can get him dressed.”

Dean picks up his coffee and salutes Cas with his free hand.

* * *

“No!”

“Jack,” Cas says, his tone even. “Don’t you want to go trick or treating?”

Jack screws up his already-red face, and screams.

Dean grits his teeth. “C’mon, buddy,” he says, crouching to get down on Jack’s level. “You’ll have fun and get candy! Don’t you want that?”

“No!”

Cas taps Dean’s shoulder. “Why don’t you get Jack some juice?” 

Dean gets up, protesting, “But –”

“No, no, no!”

“Dean,” Cas says, “I got this.” He brushes the back of Dean’s hand. In a low voice, he says, “I don’t think your stress is helping Jack right now.”

Dean swallows down his annoyance, anger, (and a not small amount of shame) like they worked on. “Yeah, I bet your throat is getting sore, right, Jack?” he says as he bends down to kiss the top of Jack’s head.

Jack squirms under his light touch, and Dean beats a hasty retreat to the kitchen to cool off. He pours himself a glass of water first, leaning over the sink and just breathing.

After all that fucking work – he should be grateful that Jack didn’t kick up a fuss before school.

Readying for school had, actually, gone off without a hitch. Jack had happily put on his Clifford costume, and consented to pictures in the living room.

Dean shakes his head. Where the hell had this come from?

Miracle trots up to him, looking for attention.

Well, it’s not like Dean has anything better to do. He bends over to give her a thorough rub down, petting her from shoulders to tail like she likes. She flops down and rolls over so he can get her belly, and Dean obligingly kneels on the floor to really commit to the bit.

At least he can make someone happy.

Miracle would still accept belly rubs as the house burns down around her, so Dean cuts it off after a minute and climbs painstakingly back to his feet. “That’s it, girl,” he says as Miracle turns her puppy dog eyes on him. “Let’s check in on the little man and Cas. How about that?”

As he reenters the living room with Miracle on his heels, hoping for more pats, Cas’s eyes dart down to his empty hands. 

Oh, shit, the juice.

Cas minutely shakes his head to forget it and beckons Dean closer. Jack has stopped crying, but his eyes are puffy and cheeks flushed from the tantrum.

“Okay, Jack,” Cas says, “Can you please tell Daddy what you told me?”

Jack shakes his head.

“I know it’s hard,” Cas says in a soothing voice, “but it’s important to say hard things, or else we can’t help you, okay?”

“It’s itchy!” Jack blurts. He bursts into tears again.

“That’s good,” Cas praises, reaching over to rub Jack’s back. To Dean, he explains, “Jack found out during school that the fabric of the costume doesn’t agree with him.”

Dean blinks. “Oh,” he says. “Sorry, bud.” He bends down to kiss Jack on the head again. “Thank you for telling me.”

Jack sniffles.

“Jack knows you worked so hard on it,” Cas relays to Dean, “so it was difficult for him to break that news to you.”

“You should always tell me when things make you uncomfortable,” Dean says firmly, “I won’t be upset or mad at you. It’s not your fault.”

Jack inhales a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“C’mere, girl,” Dean says, urging Miracle closer. He nudges her towards Jack, and Jack buries his fingers in her fur, calming more by the second. “Hey, I have an idea,” he says, sizing them up side-by-side. “How about if we go trick or treating and dress up Miracle as Clifford? I think it’ll fit her.”

“That’s a great idea,” Cas says, turning to Jack. “How about it? Would it be okay if we gave your costume to Miracle?”

Jack presses a smacking kiss to the side of Miracle’s head. “Yes.”

“So who do you want to dress up as, Jack?” Cas asks.

“Can I be Emily Elizabeth, if Miracle is gonna be Clifford?” 

“That would be awesome,” Dean says as he picks Jack up and swings him around. Over Jack’s giggles, he asks Cas, “How about it, Daddy? Are you ready to go trick or treating with Clifford and Emily Elizabeth?”

Cas smiles wearily. “I’ll go get Jack’s pink shirt.”

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #human au #kid fic #established relationship #dean winchester is jack kline's parent #castiel is jack kline's parent #rae writes fic

[lezarus]

i want a cw network crossover between spn and lot SOOOOOOOOOO badly. imagine jack hanging out with the legends!!! and cas!!! i legitimately think it would fix dean too

i think an spn/legends crossover would have been SO funny bc it would have been SUCH a delicate ecosystem of who could hang and who could not hang under any circumstances.

ray: could absolutely hang. dean would find him soooo annoying but jack would adore him and cas would think he was a good influence so hed stick around. dean would grow to love him garth style.

sara: could hang. she and dean would flirt mercilessly. ava and cas would hate it

ava: could not hang. WAY too highly strung i physically cannot imagine her checking into a motel

zari 1.0: COULD HANG COULD HANG. zari basically dresses like a spn girl anyway and i think sam and dean would have like a jo/charie type relationship with her. genuinely very sweet

zari 2.0: absolutely could not hang. dean would call her kim kardashian or something as a joke and she’d dox him and get him sent back to prison. and she’d be right to.

nora: could not hang. like i think they would try ok. like nora becomes jacks fairy godmother or something and its very sweet and sad and difficult but ultimately it would just be too weird bc she literally looks exactly like kelly and also cas would get jealous bc jack was spending too much time with her.

mick: surprisingly could hang! mick and cas could bond over becoming fathers to unruly teenage girls who kind of hate their guts

john: ok this would be SO fun. could hang but in the way that he does with the legends where everyone kind of hates him but they just keep him around anyway. would realise dean is super uncomfortable around gay men and flirt with him openly making dean weirded out but also like secretly flattered. cas would be absolutely incensed that some blond bisexual british guy in the same outfit as him was flirting with dean and come up with increasingly desperate suggestions as to why they have to kill him. ultimately bc of his soft spot for kids i feel like john would end up saving jacks life somehow and cas would have a grudging respect for him after that but would still be like i NEVER want to see this man again dean. also i would have LOVED to see matt ryan and mark sheppard act opposite each other

nate: hmmmmmmmm im gonna say could hang. dean and jack would simply find it insanely cool that he can turn to steel

charlie: could absolutely hang IF the winchesters got over their thing abt shapeshifters

snart: ill admit. i agonised over this one. i think i THINK that he could hang but it would take some work. like i almost think dean and him have too similar problems but snart is just like super gay abt it all so dean would find him excruciating to talk to. i think snart, cas and rowena should get brunch tho

#to tell u the truth anon i thought abt this my entire 8 hour shift today #ask #anonymous #lot

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 308

The Scar

I’m gonna catch up on doctor who over the weekend. After the stupid af end to the work day, running errands, and then building a cat tree, I’m wiped

“The Scar”

Plot Description: with little recollection of his disappearance, Dean sports a mysterious scar. Jack fights to save a dying girl’s life without his powers

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

It’s BARELY a beard. It’s a glorified goatee

Omg…yeah, I had the same reaction, Dean. Please, Sam, you do not need to—ok at least he asked them not to call him Chief

Y’all…..

CAN IMMORTALS STOP SCARRING DEAN?!

Oh shit, was that the Kaia doppelgänger?? I was hoping that wouldn’t have been completely dropped

Despite being the de facto leader of everyone in the bunker, the amount of trepidation Sam is exhibiting is a little concerning

Ok but what does he want Dean to talk to him about? If Dean remembers nothing about when Michael was possessing him, what CAN he talk about when it comes to the past few weeks?

Ok. Dean clearly has to process SOMETHING but like….what? Does he even know?!

Fucking hell, Jack. You can’t leave the same way Nick did…man, he gave up on Maggie super quickly and is now focused on this new girl lmao

Oh, these must be some of Michael’s hybrids that au Kaia killed and…kept the heads of to put on spikes

When the witch who took this girl in said that she kept her young, I think she meant literally

Mmmmmmmm, Dean can’t live with what Michael did in his body. He might not know the full details, but he knows enough to know it was BAD. So he’s choosing not to face it. Cool, Dean

Actually, her putting the hybrids’ heads on spikes makes a lot more sense in the “don’t send more. This is what will happen to them” way than just a cruelty way, even if au Kaia isn’t like regular Kaia

I can’t believe Dean has named au Castiel and Bobby Bad Cas and New Bobby lmao

I already figured out that the witch meant it literally, Jack. Keep up. Now, you do have the ability to do the rest that I can’t: destroy the cursed jewelry. He cured her! It is a little like sleeping beauty!!

God…Michael made Dean dress like an absolute douche. Hey buddy, peaky blinders called, they want it all back (that joke would land better here if I told you that Dean told Sam earlier that duck dynasty called and wanted it all back in regards to his beard)

Just because au Kaia left doesn’t mean she’s gone….yeah. She just went to get her spear to kill the hybrids

Omggggg Cas recognizing that Jack has the mind and heart of a hunter and offering to take him on a hunting trip….you know, if Jack wants 💖

I’m not trusting this cough Jack has now though…

Oh fuck. It was more than just that Michael was (and still is) creating near indestructible monsters at at the helm of Dean’s body. It’s that Dean tried fighting him that whole time and it felt like drowning, and he feels like all of this is his fault for saying yes in the first place

No, Jack. That’s not a normal amount of blood to be coughing up. The normal amount is ZERO

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[fridaythe13ththeseries]

Wedding Bell Blues

Episode Recap #48: Wedding Bell Blues Original Airdate: May 20, 1989

Starring: John D. LeMay as Ryan Dallion Louise Robey as Micki Foster Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak

Guest cast: Elizabeth Maclellan as Jennifer Carpenter (as Elizabeth MacLellan) Steve Monarque as Johnny Ventura (as Steven Monarque) Louis Ferreira as Danny Cavaletti (as Justin Louis) Gary Farmer as Rick Maurice Dean Wint as Gil Lolita Davidovich as Christy (as Lolita David) Ondine Hayes as Sally Marium Carvell as Nurse

Written by Nancy Ann Miller Directed by Jorge Montesi

This week, we are at the Silver Dollar bar and pool hall. A game is being played between Danny and some other guy, and Danny isn't doing well. He asks a waitress to get him another drink, and she defends him to a fellow waitress who isn't a fan. The waitress, Jennifer, tries to boost his morale, but the other player says Danny should just get a job. They continue to play, and Danny loses. He takes the money he owes from Jennifer, even though she protests that it is for their wedding.

Later, in the store room, the other waitress is killed by someone we don't see but she recognizes. And she is killed by being run through with a pool cue.

Back at the table, Danny is playing again and doing better, getting all the shots he calls. He wins.

At Curious Goods, Micki tells Ryan and Jack their cab has arrived. Seems the two of them are off to a lodge in search of cursed snow shoes. Jack asks about the pool cue Ryan was on to, and Ryan says a friend named Johnny was going to do some looking around. They leave. Micki is hoping for a quiet weekend.

Jennifer and her sister Christy are doing a fitting for Jennifer's wedding dress. Jennifer's head is in the clouds with regards to Danny, but her sister tries to remind her that Danny has been stringing her along. Jennifer says they are setting a date after the pool tournament but Christy isn't buying it. She also comments that she has had to refit the wedding dress a few times and that she is gaining weight. Jennifer looks at herself in the mirror.

Later, Jennifer is talking wedding plans with an uninterested Danny, then she throws up. Danny goes back to sleep.

At the pool hall, Danny is playing again and being watched by a woman at the bar, and a man. The bar owner wonders where his other waitress is, as Jennifer tries to cover the busy place.

The phone rings at Curious Goods and the man calling asks to talk to Ryan. Micki says he's out of town. The guy, Johnny, says he thinks he found the pool cue Ryan was looking for. Micki says she's on her way. Johnny acts cool and cocky to her on the phone.

Danny is arguing with the other player, but Jennifer calms him down. Micki and Johnny meet, and he shows her Danny, and says he hasn't missed a shot all night. Micki tries to say thank you, but Johnny asks about her and Ryan and why they are so interested in a pool cue. Johnny seems to think it is just a lucky cue and offers to play Danny in a game. Danny suddenly misses a shot and gets pissed. Johnny grabs the cue and tries to run but is stopped and tossed out. Micki pretends to not know him.

Later, she meets Johnny outside and he shrugs off his bloody lip. She tells him she can take it from here. Johnny tries to ask her out, but she bows out and leaves.

In the pool hall, Jennifer and the other player are talking about Danny. Seems the guys were once good friends, but only Jennifer continues to see the good in Danny. He tries to tell her to walk away. Jennifer rolls the pool cue and we see one of Lewis' curse mark on it. She grabs it and stabs the dude, lifting him straight into the air. He dies. Seems Jennifer is the one keeping Danny from being a complete loser at pool.

At a clinic, Jennifer waits and then is told by a nurse that she's pregnant. She goes home and Danny is there to get his cue. She said she missed him, he asks for some money. She mentions the wedding and he takes off.

That night at the Silver Dollar, Micki is trying to get hired as a waitress. She gets the job and is told to introduce herself to Jennifer. Jennifer makes sure Micki knows Danny is off limits. She tells her they are getting married tomorrow after the tournament at Ruby's. Micki asks about the game. Micki opens the freezer for ice, but Jennifer shuts it before Micki can see the body inside. She takes the bucket and sends Micki away. She talks to her baby, still believing her and Danny will be happy.

Danny is winning his games again, to the adulation of the crowd. The owner gives him the trophy. Micki makes a move for the cue, but her boss puts her to work. Jennifer congratulates Danny and asks him to spend the night, but he says no. He keeps making eye contact with a woman at the bar as he packs his cue away.

At Curious Goods, a tired Micki is not thrilled when Johnny arrives. He looks around the shop, but Micki wants him to go. Johnny wants to take her to lunch, but she begs off.

At another dress fitting, Christy is again trying to get through to her sister about Danny. Jennifer can't see it. Danny arrives with flowers. Christy leaves. Danny tries to get some physical attention, but Jennifer wants to talk wedding. Danny gets upset and Jennifer placates him. They fall into bed.

At the hall, the boss leaves Jennifer and Micki to close up and tells Danny he has a lot of money on him. Danny isn't making his shots and is frustrated. He spots the blonde again and blows off Jennifer and takes off. Jennifer grabs his cue and racks it as Micki watches. Jennifer gets suspicious. Later, Jennifer talks about Danny and Micki asks some questions. Jennifer seems deluded about Danny's true nature. Micki asks about the cue stick and Jennifer says it is their good luck charm. She aims the cue at Micki's back, but Johnny knocks and interrupts. Jennifer recognizes him and Micki tries to toss him out. Johnny plays along. They leave as Jennifer wonders what's up.

Micki yells at Johnny, saying he messed up her plans. Johnny wants to know what's up, but a frustrated Micki leaves. Later, Johnny breaks into the Silver Dollar and steals all of the cues. He goes to the back room to get ice for his hand and spots the body in the freezer. He takes off.

Johnny goes to Curious Goods and wakes Micki up. He shows her all the pool cues and tells her about the body in the freezer. Micki grabs a cue and breaks it, then another. Johnny does the same, confused. Micki says the one she wants can't be broken. Johnny is lost and wants answers. Micki says the one she wants is cursed. Johnny scoffs, and asks if she means cursed by the Devil. Micki says yes, but she is also confused cause Danny didn't seemed worried when he left it at the hall.

Later, Micki and Johnny are going over the information Ryan had amassed in regards to the pool cue. He finds an article with a picture of Jennifer and they realize she is the one using it. Micki knows that Jennifer has been using it to help Danny win.

Jennifer is alone, talking to her unborn child, about Danny and when to tell him about the baby. She calls Danny, and he is less than thrilled. He tells her he wants sleep. As he hangs up we see he is bed with someone else.

Micki and Johnny arrive at Jennifer's apartment, but no one answers. Johnny knocks the door in and they search the apartment but find no cue. A cop knocks on the door and Johnny sends Micki out the back while he answers the door.

That night, Jennifer goes to Danny's place and finds him with her sister, Christy. Danny says he never intended to marry her. Christy says Danny is fun, and that she isn't the only one. Jennifer puts the pool cue together as she confronts her sister, then kills her with it as Danny watches. She tells him she's being doing it so that he can keep winning. She holds the cue to his neck and tells him he is going to marry her. She kisses him.

Micki arrives at Ruby's where the tournament is happening. Danny is currently winning and heads to the finale. Danny is reluctantly winning, and the Silver Dollar boss is anxious to keep winning. Johnny arrives having made bail. Micki says Jennifer must have used the cue again. But they see Danny miss a shot and know Jennifer will need to kill again. They follow Danny out.

Jennifer is at the wedding room, in her dress with the cake and all. Danny arrives and says it is all over, but Jennifer won't hear it. They struggle, Johnny arrives and gets knocked out. Danny beats Jennifer with the cue and she crashes into the table with the cake. He leaves.

He arrives back at Ruby's to keep playing and Micki sees him. The game begins and Danny makes his first shot. They we hear a deluded and bloody Jennifer arrive, in her wedding dress. She calls Danny a loser an stabs him. He dies on the pool table and she collapses.

Ryan is back at Curious Goods and Micki and Johnny come in with the cue stick. Jack asks what happened when they see Johnny's injuries. Johnny tells them that Micki has told him about the curse. Micki fills them in on Jennifer. Jack says thank you to Johnny, but doesn't know how they can repay him, He says Micki owes him a dinner and offers to keep helping them in their mission.

My thoughts:

First off, we meet Johnny! He is played off a little more smug and uber-confident, like he's a ladies man, but this can also be seen as him trying to look super smooth in the eyes of the beautiful Micki. He is definitely toned down a bit in the future. But he is willing to help Micki out and even gets beaten up and tossed in jail. He even takes the curse information in stride. Not a bad first meeting.

The pool cue is a different kind of cursed item. And the fact that Jennifer is the one powering it and Danny is just clueless is a good twist.

Jennifer is obviously already unstable, as shown by her devotion to the cad that Danny is. But she is treated like crap by both Danny and her sister, so she has some sympathy there. Although she has killed innocent people just so Danny can win pool games, so… No winners here.

And she wasn't great about hiding bodies. In the freezer of a busy bar? Surprised they stayed hidden for so long. And that the tournament went on after the cops found the bodies!

Sending Ryan and Jack off so Micki and Johnny have to get the cue together must have been a way for them to showcase the chemistry they are hoping for between them. Hard for those of us in the Ryan/Micki camp. And at the time, we were clueless as to why Johnny was suddenly here, so Ryan was still viable to us.

Johnny isn't a bad character, but Ryan is a lot to replace.

As for Jennifer, does she die at the end? Or just collapse and was later arrested? We'll never know.

Next week: The Maestro

#wedding bell blues #johnny ventura #johnny #micki foster #louise robey #robey #steven monarque #john d. lemay #chris wiggins #ryan dallion #jack marshak #pool cue #cue stick #season two #episode recap #Steven Monarque #friday the 13th: the series #80s tv #curious goods

[missvifdor]

FOR SHIFTERS WHO WANT TO GO IN A SUPERNATURAL DR:

_If a Shapeshifter takes on my appearance during a hunt, it has my appearance and my memories but in no way combat abilities comparable to mine nor the information I have shift in this reality. He is much weaker than me in terms of power and ability.

_I know how to use any weapon at my fingertips with deadly precision.

_I am not afraid of the paranormal.

_I am incredibly stealth and quiet when needed.

_I know how to play the comedy perfectly when it is necessary to investigate a case or lie. I just know how to be very credible and put my shyness and my anxiety aside thanks to my incredible coolness.

_I know how to speak Latin perfectly and practice exorcisms successfully in all circumstances.

_Seeing blood, corpses or serious injuries does not make me afraid or sick. I know how to keep calm.

_Whether in my pockets or in small bottles, I always have holy water or salt hidden on me in my clothes.

_I make the best pies in the world (This one's for Dean, let's make the poor boy happy with real homemade pies made with love ☺️).

_Coming across nudity or sexual scenes suddenly at random if I'm ever hunting with the Winchesters or anyone or I come across one of the brothers "busy" with someone doesn't bother me at all, I'm happy to apologize and act like I never witnessed this in the first place. (Yeah... Let's be careful when we go hunting with these two... but especially with Dean 😬).

_If I wear a skirt or a dress during a fight, it is impossible for the others around me to see my underwear or my chest completely bare by accident or on purpose (If it were possible, I'll wear cute dresses and all in all seasons, all the time and the hunt isn't going to stop me from wearing what I want ).

_It is impossible for me to find myself in an embarrassing or embarrassing situation or to say or do something embarrassing or embarrassing.

_I remember every detail and thing loved by my DR loved ones around me, be it a subject, a book, a movie, music or food. I just remember it, which is very practical when I want to please them.

_A single punch from me can knock out anything or anyone for several hours without causing major physical or medical damage, which is very handy.

_I always know the references when talking about a book, music or a film.

_It is impossible for me to reveal compromising information about me or the future that I know of Supernatural via the series in my CR.

_I know how to take care, clean and sharpen my weapons automatically.

_ It is impossible that I am possessed by a demon, an angel or any creature in any way whatsoever.

_I am immune to all kinds of trauma whether physical, psychic, mental or emotional.

_No one, not even a being on earth or even God (Chuck) can know that I have Shift or that I come from a another reality.

_I appear in the Supernatural books written by Chuck in my DR and I am one of the favorite characters of all the fans. There are even fan-made ships featuring me and other "characters" that have super cute couple names. But fan-written ships are never awkward or incestuous (especially not between Sam and Dean) (or me and Bobby) and there are also fanfiction and one shots written about us by fans, there are XReaders writes with me (I'm too curious for my own good...)

_It's impossible for Chuck or anyone else to get hold of my scripts for Shift by any means. It's just impossible for him to have the same access for Metatron or anyone.

_Chuck can't send me back to my CR even though he knows I'm shifting. And Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack or anyone else doesn't believe it if Chuck says I'm not from their universe, they immediately think he's lying.

_Absolutely no one or anything can read or see my mind.

_I am immune to all kinds of manipulation, whether physical, emotional or mental.

_Metatron has no control over me even when he becomes powerful enough to become God.

_Angels and demons cannot know that I have Shift.

_I cannot become a vampire, a werewolf or anything even if I am bitten or infected.

_My hair remains perfectly healthy and does not die even if one day I decide to dye it in another color or bleach it in my DR.

_All the colors that I decide to dye in my hair look great on me. And I never miss a dye, it's always the result I was hoping for.

_No one questions my personal and family history in any way.

_I can't get sick or catch sexually transmitted diseases under any circumstances (Yeah.. you never know and I prefer to be careful thank you very much...).

_When Dean becomes a demon or when he bears the mark of Cain does not scare me and I can easily control him when he becomes violent and reasoned with him. He means me no harm, he wants to keep me safe and away from his madness.

_If Sam gets possessed by a demon or when he becomes addicted to demon blood, or even when he has no soul at all, I always manage to control him and his powers have no harmful effects and / or standing on me.

_I never drink alcohol because I find the taste absolutely disgusting but alcohol has no effect on me. It is impossible for me to be drunk.

_I have eaten a lot or have a bad diet, but I always stay healthy and my body always stays in good shape (I know that when I am hunting with the guys I will not always have access to a kitchen so that I can cook myself but eating fast food all the time isn't good for my health either. But after all, that's just my personal opinion).

_If I ever fall in love with Sam or Dean or anyone in my DR, it is absolutely not visible even for a very attentive person. I just leave really, really subtle hints of that particular affection in my body language, my looks, or my mannerisms. Signs of this kind of feeling would only show up in me after a very, very long and careful observation of my behavior by a person who really knows me very well like Bobby. If I'm jealous or sad that I'm the person for whom I have feelings is interested in someone else or do not make me my feelings, I do not give the impression and I look as normal as possible. I know how to keep smiling and act like it doesn't matter to keep our relationship good

_I am immortal. I can't die in any way. Or if so, I come back to life and in good health after 13 days or less with always a logical and rational explanation or circumstance in full possession of my capacities. (You know how to if it is common to resurrect and I "resurrected" as much as boys are not suspect or want to eradicate me because they think I'm a kind of living death! 😬)

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[wormstacheangel]

Sure they kissed once. Well, actually, they made out like sloppy teenagers for a few good minutes, but still, it was only once. They were disrupted by Jack praying to Cas to come home because he had something cool to show him, roller-skates. The kid got roller-skates.

And they haven’t kissed since. Not once. They didn’t even mention it because Cas is again acting as if it was no big deal. It was an everyday thing to make out with his best friend in the Impala. It has been happening for years--he fucking wishes it was happening for years.

Now Dean is left nursing a drink in the library by himself, reliving the kiss while also trying to figure out if he and Cas are a thing or not.

Maybe tonight, while Sam is out with Eileen and Jack hangs out with Kaia somewhere, he can finally just come out and ask. Ask about love and labels like dumb rom-com movie characters that they both enjoy watching. It will be fine.

It’s Cas.

He won’t lose him over a dumb question like that. Would Dean be able to face him if Cas insists on just being friends? No. He’ll open up Death’s library and beg her to kill him right there and then. He won’t be dramatic about it.

He looked up when he heard footsteps coming into the library. He whistles as his brother comes into view, ready to tease him on the fancy new suit he is sporting, but then Cas walks in behind him, and all words die in his mouth.

“Eileen should be waiting for us at her place, so we’re gonna get going now.” Sam walks past Dean, patting his shoulder before tilting his jaw up so his mouth will close. “Don’t wait up.”

Cas smiles at Dean; it was small and shy while trying to straighten up his new bowtie. “I look like a complete goober, don’t I?”

He hangs out with Claire too much because that word slipping out of his mouth made Dean finally break from his frozen state and chuckle.

“You look great, Cas! I told you, people dig the bowtie.” Sam reassures him.

Cas nods before tugging at it again.

“Why?” Dean whispers; he had a complete question in his mind. Many of them, actually. The basic ones are, who? What? Where? And why the fuck is Cas going to Sam’s date dressed like that? But none of that came out. So instead, Dean chuckled nervously why once again asking, “W-why?”

Cas looked at him, confused. “I just want to look presentable for the date.”

“D-date? You have um,” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat before chuckling nervously again. “You have a date? Wh-why? Why do you have a um, date?”

“I got him one,” Sam says, so easily. Like he didn’t just betray him.

“Oh.” Dean chucks the rest of his warm drink down his throat and flinches at the nice burn before he laughs. “Oh! That’s um, that’s great! Cool! Cool.” He looks down at the empty cup instead of meeting the familiar gaze.

“Cool. Well, we have to get going now. Call us if it’s an emergency only!” Sam warned, but Dean was already planning to just lay in bed and sulk through the next apocalypse.

“Bye, Dean.” He looks up to finally see Cas turn and walk away, but Dean calls after him. Cas turns, and Dean walks over with a loud sigh, pretending to be annoyed, before fixing his bowtie. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” It was said a little harder than he meant, but Cas reached to gently touch his hand, squeezing it once, before letting go.

And with that, Dean called himself an idiot before stomping his way to his room. Maybe Billie can still visit him.

#i always say im gonna reread these and fix things but I don't so whatever #but this is part of the dean doesn't know if they are dating or not #i made it short maybe second part soon lol #destiel #fic #wormstachewrites

[chocolatecakecas]

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

[billiewena]

since I never made a post for these, here are all of MY ideal endings for sam (and how I would do them) that I spite-wrote after a coworker told me about how perfect his finale was <3

HUNTER NETWORK ENDING: Sam establishes an official network for the American hunters, leading a new generation of hunters as the antithesis of John Winchester. One of the final shots is a montage of all the hunters working and saving people all across the country, proving the Winchesters are no longer alone in the world.

SAMWITCH ENDING: Sam becomes a full-fledged witch thanks to all the magic supplies he inherited from Rowena and blends hunting/witch shenanigans. He can still be powerful but now he gets to choose where that power comes from. Okay this is basically Goldenrod Revisions, leave me alone.

SEPARATE WAYS ENDING: Sam and Dean both alive but living / hunting apart, going their separate ways like a parent and child who is finally leaving the nest. Sam gets the independence he always wanted while also getting to keep his brother in his life, because this is the ultimate proof that Dean trusts him. For the first time, they can move on without the reason being the other is dead. They no longer doubt they will always be there for each other even if they’re not living under the same roof anymore. The episode ends with Sam breaking into Dean’s [insert post-finale residence of choice here] in a callback to the pilot, saying he was in the area for a hunt. The last lines are Sam asking if he wanted to reunite for the hunt for old’s time sake and Dean saying “looks we got work to do.”

PODCASTER ENDING: Sam starts a podcast about the supernatural discussing urban American legends, myths, and mysteries that also helps viewers know what to look for and maybe even teaches them to defend themselves. Some take it as fiction, some use what he tells them to save their lives. It hits the top of the paranormal/mystery charts. The Ghostfacers, whose attempt to get into podcasting failed, ARE livid.

THEY BOTH DIE AT THE END: Sam and Dean both die in a blaze of glory, sacrificing themselves to defeat Chuck and bring back the rest of the world. They both get a moment to say an emotional goodbye to Jack and to each other. The two get a massive hunter’s funeral where all the past hunters come to mourn them and talk about their impact. Jody’s speech probably makes us cry. They get to Heaven at the same time, where they are greeted by all their past friends and family at the Roadhouse. On Earth, they live on forever as urban legends and heroes.

SAM & ROWENA ENDING: Sam says #FuckHeaven and spends his afterlife in hell as the consort to Queen Rowena, drinking margaritas all day, living his best life and stopping any demon uprisings in their tracks. Anytime they give him a hard time, he reminds them that he was Azazel’s boyking and they’re just Random Demon #489. What are THEY doing with their life.

SAM & EILEEN ENDING #1 - MARRIED HUNTER LIFE EDITION: Sam and Dean both survive and continue to hunt / live together, except now Eileen and Castiel are around and live in the bunker with them too after Cas was saved in [insert Empty rescue scenario of your choice.] Sam has some deja vu to the vision he had of all four of them living together in 15x09. He realizes that this is actually real and not a vision; that they are actually together, at peace and beat Chuck. The episode ends with them going to have the movie night that they never got to have in the vision. As Eileen takes his hand to go to the movie room, you see two engagement rings on their hands. Sam realizes that his journey may have started with losing Jessica but he found love again, and that while once upon a time all he and Eileen wanted was revenge, they’ve finally both found peace.

SAFE HOUSE ENDING: Sam starts a trauma center/safe house situation for hunters and ex-monsters to recover and heal, dedicating his life to proving that no one is beyond saving and everyone can redeem themselves and defy fate like he had. Mia Vallens, the shapeshifting grief counselor, is on payroll.

SAM IS THE AUTHOR NOW ENDING: Sam narrates the finale the same way Chuck did for the original series finale "Swan Song", further proving that they are now in control in their story. We get Sam's POV as he tells us what happened to all the other hunters and side characters, as well as him and his brother, with flashbacks from all fifteen seasons and young Sam & Dean growing up together. The episode ends with the reveal that Sam actually finishing the journal entries for the Winchester family's edition of the Men of Letters Bestiary, putting the finishing touches on some monster entries and his own personal anecodotes. He treats the Bestiary like a journal, in a callback to After-School Special where Sam almost became a writer and wrote about his and his family's hunting stories.

BABY JACK ENDING: Sam raises Baby!Jack after he is de-aged and “falls” to Earth in the same fashion the angel Anna once did. Baby!Jack wears overalls that don’t say his name in giant letters because Sam is a good parent who would never do that to his child. The two have a happy life as an adopted father/son duo who defied everything Lucifer and Heaven wanted them to be.

SAM & EILEEN ENDING #2 - EUROTRIP EDITION: Sam going on a year-long vacation around the world now that he has a cool Irish girlfriend who is not afraid of planes, leading to a fun exploration of the supernatural in foreign countries. Who is Dean.

DOG SHELTER OWNER: Sam owns a dog shelter and gets to walk at least ten dogs a day. Jack helps out and Miracle is the HBIC. Life is good.

CHUCK WINS ENDING: Sam lives and Dean dies, Sam throws a funeral for him that no one attends but him and a dog, and moves to the suburbs to live a generic white picket fence life with an unidentifiable wife. As a montage of Sam’s life plays, the camera pans away what looks like a computer and Chuck’s old office. A string of quotes can be heard in the background (“we’re just hamsters running around in a cage” “what would you rather have: peace or freedom?” “I can do anything...I’m a writer” “We will never give you the ending that you want / We’ll see”). The final shot is Jack, dressed in Chuck’s clothes and glasses and using his mannerisms, typing away at a typewriter. He writes “The End” but punctuates it with a question mark instead of a period. His computer screen and our TV screen both go black.

#if you saw this in my yockeynatural uquiz already no you didn't <3 #credits to sammyblep for the dog shelter ending tho that was is a new one and not from the uquiz but he's so right for that one #anyways the moral of the story is here..both the writers and y'all could get more creative about him lol #not gonna tag this in the actual sam tag so if you see it you see it! #saileen #samwena #ntjdmakesthings #long post #these are obviously all the more canon friendly ones btw.. like if we're talking pipe dream endings than number one is magda is alive again

[windsource]

for @ickyv29​ ‘s prompt: Claire taking Jack out of the bunker so Cas and Dean can set up a surprise party? Chaos ensues. 

here you go !! jack looks like he’s in his teens for this one, but he did that just to hang out w claire god bles <3 also falls into transnatural,, you’ll see why (^:

It’s always spooky seeing Jack age up in front of her very eyes. One second he’s practically just a step up from a toddler, and the next, Jack is taller than Claire and wearing the exact same goofy smile on his face.

She supposes the one good thing that comes out of it is that none of them have to guess at what he’ll look like in the future when he’s older. He still looks just the same as he does when he’s three feet tall or whatever, except that maybe he seems a little calmer, and Claire feels a little more comfortable talking to him as if they’re friends rather than...half...step...siblings? 

Which is why she agrees to take care of him for the day, with the intention of showing him her favorite “grown up” spots, though she promises Dean that everything they’re doing will be kosher.

It’s not.

“Okay Jack,” Claire claps a hand on his shoulder, much sturdier than the one she’s used to poking at when they’re playing with legos on the Bunker floor. “Are you ready to be a big kid now?”

He nods fervently and she smiles, pulling a little on his shirt sleeve so that he’ll follow her into the mall.

The grown up spots she intends to take Jack to are mild, at best. She just thinks he should be able to get the full teenage experience, even if she never really did, and he isn’t really a teen. 

The first place they stop at is Claire’s, rightfully so. Jack, like everyone else she has ever known, points at the sign and nudges her. She expects the usual comment about “they named you after the store,” but instead he says, “They named the store after you,” and she nods her head in agreement.

“Sure did,” she says, “how do you feel about getting your ears pierced?”

They step inside, and Jack takes in all the rows of merchandise. “Pierced? Won’t Dad and Dee and Sam get mad?” 

Claire shrugs, watching Jack’s eyes light up when he sees the over-the-top girly accessories. “No big deal, you can always just heal the holes right up with your super powers, can’t you?” 

She calls Jack’s nephil magic “super powers” to please him, under the guise that it makes more sense to passerby if she’s talking to a four year old about super powers rather than angel mojo. 

It does the job, so he agrees, and the next thing she knows, they’re walking out of Claire’s with a bag full of flowery headwear and Jack’s two pierced ears.

Claire would be lying if she said her heart wasn’t racing thinking about the potential lecture she’d receive from Jack’s dads. But it was worth it to see Jack look at her like she hung the moon, a hand constantly raising to touch tentatively at his ears. 

“Next up,” she announces, “mani-pedis.”

“What’s that?”

Claire holds out her hand, chipped with black nail polish. “Nail painting. You’re gonna love it.”

She’s not really the type to get a manicure—in fact, Claire’s probably only had one in her life when she was like eight—but half of these (all of these) activities are more so to cater to Jack on his birthday, and the stuff he’d enjoy (and also whatever would piss off Dean the most).

And she’s right—Jack loves the little foot bath with the fancy water jets, and giggles the whole time the lady is scrubbing at his feet and nails. He enthusiastically asks for rainbow colors (a different color on each finger and toe), and Claire has to explain that he’s gotta wait patiently for them to dry or else they’ll get messed up.

“Do you like the rainbows?” Jack asks, showing them to her when they leave. She gets a feeling there’s a certain importance to the question that she’s missing, but she nods and gives him a careful fist bump. “Rainbows are sick,” she says.

“Sick,” Jack repeats, “that’s not good. Do they need medicine? What do they have?”

Claire snorts and waves him off, “No, dummy. Sick like...’cool.’”

“Ohhh,” Jack visually internalizes that thought for safekeeping, “sick.”

Claire checks her phone while they stuff their faces with mall pizza, quickly answering Kaia’s messages with a smile, assuring Jody that all is well, and sending Dean snarky comments about their surprise party taking forever to set up.

She sets her phone down to pay attention to Jack again, only to find him staring at her already, a contemplative look in his face.

“Uh...do I have food on my face or something?”

Jack shakes his head. “I had a...question.”

Oh. She leans her elbows on the table, crossing her forearms. “Okay, shoot.”

“You like girls,” he starts, and she hides an amused smirk, “and Dad and Dee like each other...but. I don’t like anybody yet because I’m not old enough and I don’t know anyone my age.”

You’re also a four year old half-angel being that’s presenting like he’s eighteen, she wants to supply, but Claire only shrugs. “You don’t gotta like anybody kiddo. Sometimes people just want friends, and that’s fine.”

He nods seriously, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay. But what about... me?”

“What about you?”

“Well I’m...I like boy things,” he says, “but I like girl things too. Does that mean I’m like Dee?”

“Bisexual?” Claire supplies, and then scrunches her face up a little, “like you said, bud, I think you’re too young to tell--”

“I know,” he chirps, and then studies his nails. “I don’t mean like that. I mean...I like those things... for me. Like, tutus and capes and man-ee-cures, and cowboy hats.”

Claire takes a second to think it over, and then it all clicks. “Oh! You mean your gender, right?”

“I think so,” he says. 

“Well all that stuff you listed has to do with gender expression. And really, anyone can dress or look however they want, regardless of pronouns or orientation. But...put it this way, would it make you feel better if people referred to you as ‘she’ and ‘her?’“

Jack shakes his head. “No...”

“Do you like ‘he’ and ‘him’?” A nod. “What about ‘they’ and ‘them’?” There’s a pause, Jack mulling it over, before he nods.

“Is it okay to have more than one?” 

“Totally okay.”

“Then yes,” they sit straighter, “I like both.”

“Cool,” Claire smiles, holding up a fist for another fist bump. Jack knocks their knuckles against hers. 

“Sick,” he agrees. 

Just then her phone starts to buzz, lighting up with a text from Cas that says ‘we’re done. you can come back now (:’ 

She looks back up at Jack with their pierced ears and rainbow nail polish.

“On second thought,” she says, standing and offering her hand, “I think they’ll love it.”

#i hope its okay i just screenshotted and tagged you! i like your second prompt and i might wanna write it later too (': #roc original #prompt fill #bookshelf #b*gen #creativecaviar #nougatparty #happy birthday jack !! #transnatural #he is 4 he is 18 he is half angel half human he/they supremacy #b*trans #rambleoncas writing #iiiii idk who to tag for this one lmao let me know if youd rather not be ! #usershey #daintydean #spnclownpals #scottstiles

[idreamofplaid]

In Search of a Happy Ending

Square Filled: Cooking Dinner for @spndeanbingo & Head Cannon for @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mentioned

Rating: Teen

Summary: Dean is ready to do whatever it takes to have his apple pie life.

Word Count: 1607

A/N: Thank you first for your friendship @dean-winchesters-bacon and for your beta read on this fic. I know I can rely on you for “Dean accuracy”. 

From the moment Dean said “Sam’s gone to a museum thing in Kansas City,” you knew he was up to something. 

“What kind of museum thing?” Your eyes narrowed at your boyfriend of seven months, but there was also a huge smile spreading across your face. 

“Some kind of ancient Roman artifacts or something,” he answered while he stirred the pot on the stove. Sure Sam liked that sort of thing, but you’d never known him to make a weekend of going to a museum by himself, which conveniently left the bunker all to you and Dean.

You peeked inside the pot that Dean was pretending had all of his attention. He was making a red sauce. The smell of the basil and oregano he’d added to it made your mouth water. In a pan on another burner, he was sauteing chicken. The biggest surprise of all was the chopped up carrots and broccoli he added to the chicken. This was not Dean’s usual fare.

That made you even more pleasantly suspicious. “Want to try a taste?” Dean dipped the wooden spoon he was using into the sauce and blew on it to cool it down before holding it to your lips.

The sound you made was something similar to orgasmic, and your eyes closed to fully savor the flavor. “Dean, that’s amazing.” You opened your eyes and licked your lips. Dean smiled, clearly pleased you liked it, and there was the kind of happiness in his green eyes that once had rarely, if ever, been there. Things were different now. Chuck had been neutralized. Jack was in charge of the known universe, life had gotten much simpler, and with all these changes; Dean had finally allowed himself to relax.

You walked behind him and circled your arms around his waist, easing your hands underneath the bottom of his t-shirt. Dean’s stomach was one of your favorite parts of his body. It was soft, but you could still feel the strength of the muscle underneath. And that summed up Dean nicely. Soft and strong.

He was moving the chicken around the pan with a spatula, and he laughed. “You keep doing that, baby, and I’m never gonna finish cooking this dinner.” 

“What? This?” you asked innocently, running one of your hands slowly up his torso to his chest. You’d chosen to go up instead of down, because if you’d done that it would have been all over, and this was clearly important to him.

Dean put down his cooking utensils and turned to you. He kissed you, his lips sweet and firm. “Yes. That. I promise I’ll take care of you real good later, but let me feed you first.” 

Dean liked his food. That was no secret, but he liked sex more. So, what was up?

His hands slid below your waist to hold your hips, and his eyes held yours. Each time you saw them it felt like you were touched even more deeply by the intensity and beauty you found there.

Dean’s eyes scanned your face, and you smiled. “Go sit at the table. Food’s almost ready,” he told you with a quick kiss to your lips. 

The plate Dean sat before you not only smelled divine; it looked good too. He had clearly done some research about food presentation. When he put a bottle of wine and two glasses down on the table, you knew something monumental was about to happen. Chicken and vegetables? Now wine?

Dean pulled out the chair across from you and sat down. You’d suggested the boys replace the industrial cafeteria style table with some real furniture to make the bunker seem more like a home, and they had agreed. You were still getting used to seeing Dean sitting in a wooden chair that was house worthy and at an actual table. He popped the cork from the wine bottle and poured you a glass. Wine with a cork too?

You sipped your wine and took a closer look at Dean. He was wearing that red shirt that made your heart flutter and your walls clench. It was somewhere between plaid flannel and an FBI white dress shirt on the fanciness scale. Was he trying?

That’s when you noticed Dean was looking at you too. Was he waiting for you to take a bite of your food? Waiting for you to say something? You couldn’t tell. So you cut a piece of chicken and put it into your mouth, along with a sugar snap pea. 

“It’s good, Dean. Delicious actually.” He seemed to relax a little. What was going on with him?

You took another bite while Dean drank his wine. He had relaxed some, but something still seemed a little off, so you attempted to make conversation. “How long has Sam been planning this trip to the museum?”

“It was...uh...kind of a last minute thing.” Dean still hadn’t touched his food.

You put down your fork and looked at him intently, trying to read him. Dean dropped his eyes.

“Dean, what’s going on?” You reached across the table and put your hand over his, offering him reassurance about whatever it was he was carrying.

He raised his eyes back to yours and started slowly, “Y/N, there’s something I want to tell you.”

You curled your fingers around his thicker ones to hold his hand. “Okay, Dean. You know you can. Whatever it is.”

His tongue slipped out over his lips, wetting them. “There was something I did a long time ago.” He shifted a little in his seat. 

“I...fixed myself. I mean...there was something that happened.” Dean looked uncomfortable enough that it made your heart hurt. 

“There was this one hunt and…I met a woman. Only, she wasn’t a woman. She was an Amazon. I got her pregnant, and it was... a weird Amazon pregnancy.” He waved his hand around in the air and sighed.

“The...the baby was born a couple of days later. I... had a daughter, but Sam... killed her.” Your mouth fell open.

“Sam killed a baby?” Dean’s eyes darted to yours.

“No.” He was shaking his head. “No. She grew up as fast as she was born. Sam had to kill her because she was a monster, and she was going to kill me.” Dean hung his head and let go of your hand. “But she was still my kid.”

Dean’s words were falling out of his mouth unchecked. He was telling you things he’d never said before, things that helped explain more of who he was.

He brought his eyes back to yours, and what you saw in them was heartbreaking. “I never wanted anything like that to happen again, so I made sure it wouldn’t.”

You reached for his hand again, so you could hold it. You needed to hold it. “Dean, are you telling me you got a vasectomy?”

Dean clutched your hand, glanced away, and finally ventured a glimpse back at your eyes. “Yeah. But not anymore. I mean I undid it. I can...you know.”

He was so adorably flusterd it made you love him even more. “You had your vasectomy...reversed?”

Dean sighed deeply. “Yeah. That last hunt didn’t last quite as long as I told you it did.” He licked his lips. “I can...I mean I couldn’t ask you to marry me if I couldn’t give you children.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart swelled with more love than you had ever thought it possible to feel. Your heart was also pounding; you weren’t sure how to take what Dean had said.

“Dean, I...” Your fingers moved nervously over the back of his hand. Now he was the one asking you to trust him, needing you to love him.

He stumbled over his words, and it was delightful to see him so ruffled. “I mean I’m going to ask you to marry me better than this. It won’t be in the bunker kitchen. I’ll do it right. You deserve more than this.”

You stood up, walked around the table, and sat in his lap. You snuggled your face into his neck, needing to feel the closeness. Your smile was so wide you could feel it, and your heart was nearly bursting with joy. 

“Dean, are you saying you reversed your vasectomy for me? That you want to have babies with me?”

“Yes.” He was so cute when he wasn’t his usual cocksure self. 

You brushed your fingers slowly through his short, soft hair. “I love you, Dean Winchester.”

His lips were soft when you touched them with yours, and when you pulled away; his eyes were even softer. “I want to give you anything you want, Y/N. But I can’t. Not yet. I mean...I have to wait. Doc says I’m healing. I can’t...But I can still make you feel good.”

You kissed his forehead and then his cheeks. “Come to bed with me, Dean. There’s plenty of time for all that later. I just want to hold you, feel you hold me.”

Dean stood and took your hand to lead you back to his room. You left the beautiful meal he’d prepared on the table.  The chicken could get cold; the chicken didn’t matter. All that mattered was your love for each other.

He’d done it for you, thinking about a future with you, and that was what mattered. That, and the fact, Dean had basically just said he was going to ask you to marry him. All the hurt of the past could be put to rest. You’d make him happy. You would. 

Everything: @gambitwinchester @princessmisery666 @peridottea91 @logical-princey @emilyshurley @beenlovingromansincedayoneish @fangirlxwritesx67 @waywardbaby @atc74 @shaniquacynthia @mariekoukie6661 @tumbler-tidbits @67-chevy-baby @fandom-princess-forevermore @emoryhemsworth @crashdevlin @heycasbutt @jules-1999 @cosicas-cuquis @sammyimpala-67 @queenoftheunderdark @dean-winchesters-bacon @mrs-meghan-winchester @timelordy-fangirl2 @sweetness47 @hobby27 @awesomesusiebstuff @kickingitwithkirk @becs-bunker @sandlee44 @supernaturalgrandma @sea040561 @dawnie1988 @volleyballer519 @kdfrqqg @lizette50 @daisymoder72 @sorenmarie87 @lovealways-j @deansotherotherblog @mrswhozeewhatsis @spnbaby-67 @wayward-and-worn @asthesunwentdown @vulgar-library @thinkinghardhardlythinking @calaofnoldor @petitgateau911 @deanwanddamons 

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[lesvegas]

The Rat Pack Lexicon, or Frankenspeak

In the 1960's the Rat Pack created their own language. It was a mixture of slang and cool terms that helped make them undisputably the ‘kings of cool’ in their heyday in Las Vegas.

Decided to paste the whole glossary from here just so we can have it on tumblr. Under a readmore because it’s long as hell. Original post (some definitions were cut off).

18 Karat All the way, full-out: "An 18 karat idiot."

Baby Used as an exclamation as well as a term of endearment.

Bag A person's particular interest; as in "singing's my bag"  

Barn Burner A very stylish, classy woman  

Beard A male friend who acts as a "cover"; usually for extramarital affairs  

Beetle A girl who dresses in flashy clothes  

Big-Leaguer A resourceful man who can handle any situation

  Big Casino Death  

Bird The male or female genitalia; standard greeting: "How's your bird"?

  Bombsville Any kind of failure in life; see ville

Broad Affectionate term for a girl or woman with sex appeal

Bum A person who is despised, most frequently linked to people in the media

Bunter A man who fails in almost everything he does; the opposite of gasser

Cash Out Leave, as in "Cash me out of this party" = "I'm leaving."

Charley What the rat-packers called one another  

Charlies Admiring word for a woman's breasts

Chick A young and invariably pretty girl

Clam-Bake A party or get-together.

Clyde A word used to cover a multitude of personal observations; e.g., "I don't like her clyde" means "I don't like her voice", etc.  

Coo-Coo! See crazy  

Cool A term of admiration for a person or place. An alternative word meaning the same thing is crazy.

Crazy A term of admiration for a personal, place, or thing; similar to cool.

Creep A man who is disliked for any reason

Croaker A derogatory term for a doctor.

Crumb A person it is impossible to respect

Dame A generally derogatory term for a probably unattractive woman

Dig A term of appreciation; e.g., "I dig that broad."

Dimmer Eyes (as in "I gotta see the croaker about my bad dimmers.")

"Drop it, charley" Change the conversation; see "good night, all”

Duke Tip  

  Dying An exaggerated term to mean slightly upset; e.g. "I'm dying"

End A word to signify that someone or something is the very best; "the living end"

Endsville Total failure; similar to bombsville; see ville

Fink A person who cannot be relied upon or trusted, especially someone in the media; a crumb  

First Base The start of something, usually applied in terms of failure when someone has failed to reach it.

Fracture To make laugh; as in "that fractures me"

Gas A great situation; as in "that set was a gas"

Gasoline Alcohol

Gasser A highly admired person; the end!

Gofer Someone who performs menial jobs and tasks; "go for drinks"

Good Night All A term of invective used to change the subject of conversation

Groove A term of admiration or approval; as in "in the groove"

Harvey A person who acts in a stupid or naive fashion; sometimes shortened to "Harv"

Hacked Angry; as in "he's hacked off"

Hello! A cry of surprise to no one in particular when a beautiful woman is seen

Hey-Hey Indulging in anything of a sexual nature with a woman.

Hunker A jack-of-all-trades; see gopher

Jokes An actor's lines in a screenplay

Let's Lose Charley A term used among intimates who want to get rid of a bore in their company  

Little Hey-Hey Romance; a little action with a broad

Locked-up As in "all locked-up," a term for a forthcoming date or engagement, private or public  

Loser Anyone who has made a mess of their life, drinks too much, makes the wrong enemies, etc.

Mish-Mash Similar to loser, but refers specifically to a woman who is messed up

Mothery Terrific; wild and wicked

Mouse Usually a small, very feminine girl who invites being cuddled

Nowhere A term of failure as in "he's nowhere."

  Odds Used in connection with important decisions, as in "the odds aren't right," meaning it's a no go

Original Loser A person without talent; sometimes more fully expressed as "He is the original Major Bowes Amateur Hour loser  

Pallie Dean's nickname for everyone, whether a lifelong friend or a bellhop  

Platinum Having a big heart, generous. "You're platinum, pussycat!"

Player A man who is a gambler by nature, makes friends easily, and never gives up trying

Punks Any undesirables, in particular criminals, gangsters, or mobsters

Quin Derisive term for a woman who is an easy pick-up

  Rain As in "I think it's going to rain" indicating that it is time to leave a dull gathering or party  

Ring-a-Ding A term of approval, as in "What a ring-a-ding broad!"

Sam Used in the same way as Charley for a person whose name has been forgotten, most often applied to females

Scam To cheat at gambling, as in "Hey, what's the scam?"

Scramsville To run off

Sharp A person who dresses well and with style

Smashed A word used to describe someone who is drunk. On occasions it has been replaced with "pissed."

Solid Definite, reliable. (Note: this was also used by Linc in "The Mod Squad.")

Square A person of limited character, not unlike a harvey.

Swing v. To hang out and drink, smoke, sing, generally get real loose.

Ta-Ta Goodbye

Tomato As in "a ripe tomato" a woman ready for seduction or even marriage.

Twirl A girl who loves dancing

Ville A suffix used to indicate changes in any given situation; see endsville, splitsville, etc

Witchdoctor Member of the clergy.

Wow-ee Wow Wow Figured importantly in the Rat Pack lexicon for a while in the late 50s and early 60s. It was an expression of glee, joyful anticipation and a euphemism for lubricious fun.

The following examples are a fictitious sample of Frank in conversation using his infamous lexicon:

The English version

The bartender gives me another drink. The gathering is dull, with a surfeit of ugly women and men unworthy of respect and an insufficient number of attractive ladies and easy-going fellows. I spot an untrustworthy-looking man over by the jukebox making overtures to a woman. He fancies himself an impressive fellow, flirting with this woman who is more than just another sweet thing to cuddle with. In fact, she is extraordinary. I am awestruck by her beauty.

Now the would-be Romeo is leaning closer, pressing his romantic attack. So I cast my gaze in her direction. She gazes back: A confident connection is made. She crosses the room, stands beside me, orders a drink, tells a joke that I find quite amusing, then says she found her previous companion uninteresting. I like her and believe the reverse is also true. I sense the party is on its last legs and say so. We leave.

The Frank version

The barkeep fills me up with gas. The joint ain't hopping; it's no clambake, brother - too many dames and crumbs, not enough broads and players. I spot a fink over by the jukebox making the moves. He thinks he's a big-leaguer, scamming on a chick who - hello! - is more than a mouse. An 18-karat barn-burner, boy- the end. Ring a ding!

Now the big-leaguer's leaning closer, feeding her a line, but she's not biting. It's bombsville. He's nowhere; he knows it, and so do I. So I shoot the broad a come-hither look, and she shoots back: Solid. She crosses the room, sidles up next to me, gasses up, tells a joke that fractures me and says the big-leaguer was a Harve. I dig her, and she digs me. "I think it's going to rain," I say. And just like that, we're scramsville.

#the ratpack lexicon #fnv #the chairmen #tops casino #benny gecko #fonv #fallout new vegas

[darkshinsou]

Doesn't Love Me Anymore

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, Kirishima x reader, Bakugou x reader

Part 1

Word Count: 1.3k

I woke up and chose pain today. Thank you my lovely beta reader @sugaslittleangel and do enjoy:) also, if you want to listen to it, I thought this song kind of suited this fic

You woke up with a start, your dream nostalgic and depressing. It's been a while since you've dreamt of him. You never want to again. You get up and walk to the bathroom, splashing your face to cool off and then making your way to the kitchen. While grabbing a cup of water, you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist and a head on your shoulder. "What are you doing up so early, Y/N?" 

You lean into Kirishima and rasp out, "I had a bad dream, that's all. Why are you still up?" 

He groans and mutters into your shoulder, "I had paperwork to do." You look at him in acknowledgement and down the cup of water before spinning around, pecking him on the lips. 

"Well, I'm wide awake now, so why don't I join you?" You grin at him as you hook your arms around his neck. He smiles down at you and kisses you. 

Still kissing you, Kirishima responds to your question, "Go sit down on the couch. I'll be there in a moment." You nod and he lets you go, walking off as you skip to the living room. He joins you a minute later and sets his laptop down before picking you up and placing you in his lap. He then continues his work as you play with his hair. You fell asleep like that. 

Bakugou felt like shit. He was still seeing the girl, but it wasn't the same. There was no thrill, no love, and the only reason he kept her around was for sex. He threw himself into work after you left, since it distracted him from the emptiness he felt. He missed your cooking, he missed the smell of you, and he missed your warmth. He also distanced himself from his friends, wanting to be alone. Deku was really the only one he ever talked to now. This is thanks to Deku, since he always pestered Bakugou. He didn't realize how lonely he was when you weren't here. How antisocial he was when he didn't have you by his side. How much he depended on you until he ran out of clean socks. His days were spent with work, eating one decent meal, and sleeping. What was the point of doing anything else? 

You were on a walk when you saw him. He was in his hero costume and talking to a civilian. You hid as he looked up at the tree, exasperated as he saw the cat. He quickly gets the cat down and starts walking in your direction after and you freak, standing up and beginning to run, that is, until he calls out to you, "Y/N? Is that you?" 

You freeze and turn around slowly, "Hey, Ka- Bakugou. How are you?" You stutter over his name and he flinches as you call him with his last name.

He's in front of you when he answers your question, "I've been better. How's it with you?" He wishes he could say that he wanted you to be happy, but it would be a lie. He wants you to still be missing him, to still want him, to still be hurt after your breakup. He wants that so he can ask for you back. Back in his arms. Sleeping in his bed. But, he never truly gets what he wants, now does he? 

"I'm doing great, actually! I'm sorry you aren't feeling good, but I have somewhere to be, so I'll see you later, okay, Bakugou?" Your response hurts and he nods mutely. You walk off and he looks up as he feels small droplets hit him. Did the forecast say it was going to rain today? 

You him as you open the door to your home, forgetting about your run in with Bakugou and focusing and dinner. Kirishima was going to be home soon and you wanted him to be able to relax and be comfortable. 

After cooking dinner, you set the table and wait on the couch. The door opens only minutes after and you smile as you run to the door and into Kirishima's arms. He chuckles and kisses your forehead while squeezing you tight. "Something smells good! What are we eating today?"

You drag him to the dining room and look back at him, beaming, "You'll just have to see!"

Bakugou's company was having a party to celebrate New Year's and, after hours of pleading from Deku, he was forced to go. Dressed in a dress shirt and dress pants, he waits for Deku to get ready. "How long does it take you to get ready, damn nerd!"

"Sorry, Kachan! I'll be out in a moment!" After another minute passes, Deku walks out in a blue suit and with his hair slicked back, "Let's go!" Bakugou grunts in response and they make their way to the car. 

Kirishima was in awe. You looked stunning in your dress, and the smile you were wearing with it made you all the more beautiful. He placed his hand on your lower back and pushed slightly, "Let's go, angel. We don't want to be late." 

You nod excitedly, "I've never been to one of these events before!" Kirishima chuckles at your excitement. 

"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" He tells you. After opening the door for you, he hips into the driver seat and puts the car into drive. 

Once you guys arrive at the party, he tells you to wait as he rushes to open your door. You giggle as you get out, his hand automatically finding its way around your waist after. Walking inside, you were stunned. It was extravagant, to say the least. The big chandelier and the band and- Oh my god, how many heroes are here? You spotted Mount Lady, Shouto, Earphone Jack, and the list goes on. You grin up at Kirishima and feel your body shake in excitement, "This is so cool, Kirishima! Thank you for bringing me!" 

"You're welcome, Y/N! Let's go have some fun!" Kirishima brings you over to meet his friends, more excited than ever.

Bakugou was already downing drinks, not really caring to greet anyone. Deku wandered off a little bit ago and left Bakugou alone, which was a bad idea on his part. Drink after drink, he was surprised the waiter hadn't cut him off. He grunted at anyone who tried to start a conversation, and glared when they didn't get the hint. He felt another tap on his shoulder and was about to scream at them when he heard, "Hey, bakubro! Long time, no see! I wanted to introduce someone to you!" Bakugou only turned around and stared in shock at you gripping Kirishima's arm tightly. "Bakubro, meet Y/N! My lovely girlfriend. We've been together for around a year now!"

Bakugou nodded, "That's great. I'm glad you're happy, Kirishima. I wish you guys the best." Kirishima looked at his friend weirdly as he ran off. 

"He's acting weird. I'll ask him about later, but for now, let's get something to eat!"

This hurt so much more than when he lost you. Seeing you happy with someone else was like multiple punches to the chest. He's never felt this pain before. After making it to an empty room, he fell to the floor, clutching his chest and wailing. He let out all the pain that has been bottling up inside him. 

After seeing Bakugou run off, Deku followed, concerned. When opening the door, he found the man that he looked up to for so many years weeping. He looked so vulnerable, so weak. All Deku could do is draw him into a hug and let him cry it out into his shoulder. "What happened?" He asked after Bakugou calmed down. 

"She doesn't love me anymore." Is all he replied. 

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