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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 2

Summary: Dean’s buddy Garth is getting married, and his ex, Lisa, is one of the bridesmaids. In a bid to stop his mother’s worrying and pitiful looks, he tells her he’s dating the girl who works in the office at the garage and that she’s his plus one. Now all he has to do is pray Y/N will go along with it.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Fake Dating

Warnings: Angst, fluff, flirting, idiots in love being idiots

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Fake Dating. This hasn’t been beta’d. Any mistakes are my own! Text in italics are the lyrics to Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon.

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“Morning, sweetheart, you look pretty today. Did you do something different with your hair?” Dean said from the office door as he casually leaned against its frame.

“What did you do, Winchester?” Y/N asked, not even looking up from the computer, her voice laced with accusation.

“Why do you assume I did something?” Dean’s incredulous tone makes her look up from her monitor.

“You’re right. You only come in here willingly when you’ve done something or want something. I shouldn’t have assumed which,” she smirked at him. “So, if you didn’t do anything… what do you want?”

“That obvious, huh?” Dean questioned, rubbing a hand over his neck.

“Always,” she grinned. “You usually avoid my office at all costs, so I can’t give you more work, so tell me,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “What could you possibly want from me? Is another girl getting too clingy? Does she want more from you than one night? Oh, oh, oh, I got it! Did you pick up another bunny boiler and need me to let her down gently?”

“Hey! That was one…” Dean caved when Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked in disbelief. “Okay, that was three times!” Dean chuckled as he remembered the last time he asked Y/N to pretend to be him when he was desperate to get rid of ‘Stalker Anna,’ as he’d dubbed her. He couldn’t believe it when she’d thanked him for ending things.

“Alright, before you jump right in and say no, please, just… hear me out,” Dean walked over to her desk and sat opposite her. “So, you know my buddy, Garth, right?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, he’s getting married to this really great girl. The problem is that Bess is good friends with my ex, Lisa, and she’s a bridesmaid.”

“Okay… and this has what to do with me exactly?” Y/N asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

“Well, I had dinner at Mom’s yesterday, and she asked about the wedding and how I felt about going alone and seeing Lisa, and I kinda told her I was seeing someone…”

“Dean, if you think I’m gonna set you up with another one of my friends, you are sadly mistaken-” Y/N accused.

“No, that’s not… just listen, please?” Dean’s face was wrought with guilt and desperation, quickly making her frown and give him her full attention. “She got so excited because she’s desperate to have another girl in the family, this one closer to home than Eileen, and when she asked me who, I said the first name that came to mind.”

The guilty look on his face now made perfect sense, and she knew without him saying it what was coming next. Still, she needed to hear him say it. “Dean, who did you tell her you were seeing?”

“I, uh, told her I was seeing you. Please, don’t get mad at me. Just listen,” Dean was quick to try calming the storm clouds descending over her. “I was going to ask you to be my plus one for the wedding anyway, as a friend, but when Mom asked about Lisa, I just… I saw her look of hurt and pity, and I just couldn’t… I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it, I promise, but I needed to tell you because-”

“Dean, sweetie? You here?” Mary’s voice rang out through reception.

“Your mom’s here?” Y/N whispered, her eyes going comically wide.

“I’ll fix it, okay? Trust me,” Dean mouthed back to her, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“There you are! I hope you aren’t distracting Y/N from her work because you’re dating now!” Mary grinned happily, her tone teasing.

“No more than usual, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled sweetly, trying to hold in her panic. Hearing Dean chuckle made her relax slightly. That simple sound told her she had sounded much more confident than she felt.

“Glad to hear it. Listen, I’ve got some errands to run in town, but I would love it if you could join me for lunch later. I’d like to get to know the woman my son’s been hiding from me for the past few weeks,” Mary said, her smile wide and bright. Genuine.

“Mom, I-” Dean began but was quickly cut off.

“Sure! We’d love to, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled softly, trying not to laugh at Dean’s eyebrows reaching his hairline in shock.

“Great! And please, call me Mary, sweetie,” she winked. “I’ll see you both at the diner later. Say, at one?”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled as he stood to hug his mother and press a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait! Bye, son. Y/N,” Mary waved her farewell and headed back outside.

“You didn’t need to do that, sweetheart,” Dean said, but his soft features showed how much he appreciated her playing along.

“I know,” Y/N nodded. “But I know how much she worries about you, and I don’t wanna upset her, and I don’t want you going to that wedding alone. Especially when your ex is gonna be there.”

“Really?” Dean sighed with relief.

“Yeah, we’ll do everything we need to do to pretend we’re dating until a little after the wedding, and then we can tell your mom that we’ve decided we’re better as friends or something. What do you think?” Y/N’s voice was soft and full of care, and he knew he owed her big time for this.

“Are you sure? Because if not, I can go to lunch with Mom and tell her the truth. I don’t wanna force you into something you’re uncomfortable with,” Dean’s eyes seemed to beg her to be sure, but she knew he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to.

“Who said you’re forcing me? And who said I’m uncomfortable?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at his question. “Listen, Dean. I’m doing this as your friend. I’ve been in your shoes, remember? At Jo’s wedding in May?” Dean nodded in recollection. “My ex left me because I was holding him back, and he wanted to play the field. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with Jo’s bridesmaid, Bela.

“He was her plus one and… well, you know how fun that wedding was for me,” she scoffed to emphasise her sarcasm. “My only saving grace was you and Benny keeping a smile on my face and having Donna there to bitch about Rick and Bela with,” Y/N explained with a sad smile.

“That’s right… what was it we were calling him? Rick the prick with the teeny tiny dick!” Dean said, and they both laughed at the memory. And damn if he didn’t love the sound of her laughter.

“Trust me, Dean, I wouldn’t wish what I felt that day on anyone. And the stares… God, they were the worst! So yes, I’ll be your date for the wedding. We’ll fool your mom so she doesn’t worry about you, and only if you’re comfortable with it, I will hug you and kiss you and squeeze you and stare all doe-eyed at you. We’ll make Lisa jealous!” Y/N giggled mischievously.

“I owe you big time for this, sweetheart. Anything you want. Name it. It’s yours!” Dean’s relief and enthusiasm made her laugh.

“Word of advice? Never offer a woman anything she wants, De. Trust me, you never know what she’ll ask of you, and it will not go down well if you say no!”

Dean left her office with a grin, a wink and a skip in his step and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. For now, she decided, she’d ignore the pang in her chest, and the feeling in her stomach that told her pretending to be in love with the guy she was actually in love with was a really fucking bad idea.

Dean straightened his tie for the hundredth time, got out of the Impala and walked up to Y/N’s apartment building. The wedding had snuck up quicker than he’d expected, and he now realised how awful this idea was. He couldn’t remember why he thought it was a good idea to say he was dating Y/N, and he had no idea how he would get through this without his real feelings making themselves known.

Sure, he couldn’t be happier that he’d have someone on his arm when he bumped into his ex for the first time since their split, and that, Dean told himself, was why he’d said he was dating Y/N. The only other reason he could think of for this… stupidity was to have an excuse to see her dressed up and take her out for the night. Spend some time alone with her.

The irony that he could’ve made his life easier by asking her on a date wasn’t lost on him and made him chuckle. He never did anything easy. He was a Winchester, for God’s sake. Easy wasn’t a word in their vocabulary. Dean took a deep breath and knocked on Y/N’s door.

When Y/N opened her door, he felt his jaw drop. She looked stunning. Her hair had been curled and pinned back in a low bun, and the cerulean blue and floral maxi dress skimmed the floor. The split in the skirt showed pale pink, peep-toe heels that matched the flowers on her dress perfectly. She’d gone heavier with her makeup, the natural pale pinks and light browns he usually saw her wear replaced with deeper shades of pink, blending into dark purples and heavier eyeliner and mascara framing her lashes.

“Wow, you look stunning, Y/N,” Dean said with an awed smile adorning his features.

“Thank you, Dean. You scrub up pretty fine too! I have to say, I never thought I’d see you out of denim and flannel!” she giggled. “Come in for a second, I’ll just grab my purse, and we can go.”

“Sure, take your time, sweetheart. We’ve got plenty of time,” he glanced around the homely apartment. It wasn’t girly by any means; it was warm and calming. The sage green walls, cream carpet, and oak furniture gave the living room a country house feel. Walking to the sideboard, he smiled at the framed photographs of family and friends proudly resting there. Y/N had a beautiful smile, and it was even more evident in the candid shots she’d chosen to frame.

“Ready?” Dean asked as she stopped beside him, flashing him one of those breath-taking smiles she had. He held his arm out for her to take and led them to the door. If there was one thing his parents had instilled in him since he was a young boy, it was to always be a gentleman in the company of a lady.

He waited patiently by her side as she locked up and let her hook her arm with his again as they journeyed to his car. He slowed his pace to ensure she could keep up in her heels and held every door open for her.

Taking her hand, he helped her get into Baby. He waited patiently while she made herself comfortable, concealing the view of her fixing and straightening her dress before sitting back on the aged leather seats. “You good?” Dean questioned softly, winking at her smile and nod of agreement before he checked none of the material of her dress was hanging out the door and closed it.

He walked around the back of the car and opened the driver’s door, sliding seamlessly into the vehicle. He put the car in drive, headed out of the parking spot, and took the road to the country club.

The ceremony was beautiful, and the bride was stunning, as were the bridesmaids. Y/N had noticed Lisa eyeing her and Dean several times through it. She didn’t think Dean had seen; if he did, he didn’t react. Y/N did, though. She couldn’t help herself. She knew what Lisa had done to him, and it made her feel sick whenever she looked over at the brunette. Keeping someone around because they love you and are a good father figure and role model to your child, knowing full well you don’t share their feelings, was wrong on so many levels.

Dean was better off without that toxicity in his life. He was such a good man and didn’t deserve to have been used like that for so long. It broke Y/N’s heart. Lisa wasn’t being subtle either, trying to catch his eye, no doubt to throw him a perfect smile. We’ll see about that! Y/N thought as she moved closer to Dean and slid her arm up his back, rubbing his shoulder blades gently and laying her head lightly on his shoulder. Lisa frowned for a split second before she checked herself and smiled again.

Dean loved the attention Y/N was giving him, glad that she would give her all to this fake relationship to fool the room full of his friends. He glanced down at her, noticing the soft smile resting over her features as she watched the bride and groom say their vows to each other. He nudged his shoulder slightly, getting her attention. Y/N lifted her head from its perch on him and looked up, smiling wider. He couldn’t resist and threw caution to the wind as he leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers.

He kept the exchange brief, knowing it wasn’t the appropriate time for more than a peck. Still, as Y/N smiled wider and returned her gaze to the bride and groom, he kissed her hair softly and put his hand on her thigh, wishing with everything in him that this was all real.

Dean glanced up at Lisa and noticed she now had a furrowed brow. He wondered if Y/N knew Lisa had been trying to catch his attention, and that’s why she’d done what she did, or if it was the romantic setting they found themselves in that had that effect. He’d have to ask her later.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!” The officiant declared. All the guests stood and erupted in rapturous applause and whoops, showing their love and appreciation for the newlywed couple. Y/N was quick to loop her arm through his before she continued to applaud as the happy couple walked back down the aisle.

If either of them had seen Lisa walking down the aisle, they didn’t acknowledge it as Y/N’s hand slid down his forearm and clasped it with his. Once again, Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her, this one lasting a little longer while remaining appropriate. If they’d seen her, they’d have seen the sad torment cross her features as she saw them together and realised this was something she couldn’t get between. They were clearly in love with one another, and that was something Lisa would never be able to compete with. Nor did she deserve a second chance with Dean after what she’d put him through.

The guests mingled, taking advantage of the free bar while the wedding party took photographs. Y/N slipped off to use the restroom and freshen up her makeup, wanting to make sure she played her part as Dean’s girlfriend perfectly.

“Hey, Dean,” Lisa said, interrupting his thoughts and making a chill run down his spine.

“Lisa. How are you?” he asked to be polite, although he was glad this was happening now and not when he had more to drink.

“Uhm, I’m good, thanks. You?” Lisa asked with a sad smile.

“I’m great!” he smiled genuinely. Today that was true. He did feel great, but he knew it was because Y/N was on his arm for the day.

“So, you and the hot girl from the garage, huh?” Lisa smirked, but Dean saw the sadness behind her eyes. He was long past caring about her and her feelings. In fact, he felt a sense of pride that Lisa was the one who seemed to be holding onto a smouldering flame.

“Y/N, yeah. She’s amazing!” Dean responded, a softness coming over him that Lisa had never seen in him.

“Are you happy?” Lisa asked, already knowing the answer and cursing herself for torturing herself further. It was clear from a million miles away that he was happier than anyone had ever seen him.

“Yeah, I am,” Dean said, smiling brighter than the sun as Y/N appeared by his side and slid her hand up his back, rubbing comforting circles over his tense muscles, telling him she was right there. She’s got his back. She’s got him.

“Y/N, you remember Lisa? Lisa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Dean reintroduced the pair.

“Hey Lisa, it’s nice to see you again!” Y/N smiled and held her hand out to the bridesmaid. Lisa’s brow furrowed as she tried to remember when they’d met before. “How’s your son doing? Ben, right?”

“Uh yeah, he’s doing good. Thanks for asking,” Lisa was genuinely touched she’d asked, especially as she couldn’t remember being formally introduced to Y/N before. Then again, she never took much interest in Dean’s life or the people in it.

“Lisa! Come on, the photographer needs us!” Another bridesmaid called over to her, and she turned back to Dean and Y/N.

“Sorry, I have to go, but it was great to see you both again,” she smiled and excused herself.

“Well, that went… well?” Dean looked down at Y/N, and the relief on his face was as evident on his face as it was when his shoulders slumped and relaxed.

“Yeah, it did. I don’t think she remembers me, though,” Y/N chuckled. “I mean, I only met her what, like five or six times?”

“Yeah, well. Lisa always was a little self-centred. Anyway, I need a drink. What’s your poison?” Dean grinned at her.

“A big glass of wine,” Y/N hummed. “Like a really big one!” she and Dean laughed as he put his arm around her waist and led her to the bar to get their drinks.

“Not this again!” Y/N chuckled incredulously. “Why is everything with guys about the size of their dicks?”

“Hey, I’m being a good friend here asking if he took care of your… needs, but by your defensiveness, I’m gonna guess no. Ricky with the little pricky didn’t know how to satisfy you.”

“You really hate him, don’t you?” Y/N tilted her head in curiosity.

“He hurt you! You’re my friend, and I’ve got your back, always. So yeah, I hate him,” Dean defended her. “You don’t?”

“Honestly, he’s not worth the energy. When I think about things… like really think about them, we weren’t well suited. And you’re right, Dean,” she giggled. “Rick is a prick with a teeny tiny dick who doesn’t know how to drive that stick!”

Dear Lord, I’ve gotta ease off the wine! Y/N thought as she burst into laughter at her awful attempt at poetry.

Dean threw his whole body into his laugh. His head reared back, he stamped his foot and slapped his thigh, the other arm clutching his stomach. “Oh man,” he said when he finally calmed down. “I knew it! He just gives off that vibe, you know? Overcompensating all the time.”

She hid her amused smirk behind the wine glass and took a drink. “Seriously, Y/N/N,” Dean’s tone was serious now, and she turned to give him her full attention. “If you ever need some help, I’m available,” he grinned and pumped his eyebrows cockily.

Y/N choked on her wine, making Dean slap her back. “Hey, I’m kidding, sweetheart! Don’t go dying on me!” Dean chuckled.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that!” Y/N laughed once she’d stopped coughing.

“So, it wasn’t the thought of sleeping with me that made you almost choke to death?” he smirked, trying to act cool about it, but he needed to know.

“God, no! I just wasn’t expecting you to offer your… services to me, that’s all,” she said with a shrug, and Dean felt more relief than he probably had a right to.

The band began playing the opening cords of REO’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and a small smile settled on her lips. Dean knew she loved this song. God knows why, but she did, and to see that beautiful, subtle gleam of happiness come over her was stunning. Before he knew what he was doing, he stood and held his hand out to her.

“May I have this dance?” Dean asked with the brightest, most charming grin he could give her.

“Really?” Y/N asked in disbelief, her eyes narrowing when he nodded his head. “You want to dance to REO Speedwagon? I thought you hated them?”

“Ah, this song isn’t so bad. And I know you love it, so… do you wanna?” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal. The corners of his lips curved when her eyes lit up when she nodded her head and put her small hand in his, letting him lead her to the dancefloor.

Dean’s arms slid around her waist and gently pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. Y/N’s arms circled his shoulders, and she rested her head on his chest as he began to sway them around the dancefloor.

I can’t fight this feeling any longer And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear ‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

A content sigh escapes her unchecked, and she feels Dean’s voice rumble through his chest before she hears it. “You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asks her quietly.

“Yeah, I'm good, Dean.” she smiled, loving the feeling of being in his arms, and Jesus, does he smell good! Her smile widened when she felt Dean’s lips on her hair.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“If this was part of your plan to make Lisa jealous, I think it’s working!” Y/N giggled. “She looks like she wants to kill me… or you. I can’t tell who she’s glaring at!”

“Oh, it’s me, sweetheart. No doubt about that!” Dean chuckled. “I always told her I don’t dance, and I don’t…”

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I’ve been running ‘round in circles in my mind And it always seems that I’m following you, girl ‘Cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find

“What?” Y/N asked as she moved her head off his chest to look into his sparkling emerald eyes. “Then why are you dancing with me?” she frowned, and he smiled at how cute she was.

“I already told you. I know you love this song, and we’re at a wedding and I just… want you to have a good time, is all,” Dean responded quietly, but he pulled her in closer to him and held her just a little bit tighter.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“So, it’s not to make Lisa jealous?” Y/N was confused, and again, Dean couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.

“Honestly, sweetheart? I forgot she was even here,” Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. It remained a closed-mouth kiss, much to her disappointment, but in no way did it feel forced, and hope bloomed in her chest that, just maybe, Dean did have feelings for her.

‘Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

“Thank you for this, seriously. I would’ve been miserable and would probably either be blind drunk or have left by now if it wasn’t for you. I don’t deserve a friend like you, sweetheart. I really do owe you one,” Dean smiled and leaned down to place a sweet peck on her forehead.

Y/N’s smile dropped as his words sank in, and disappointment settled in her stomach. He still only saw her as a friend. She’d tried not to get her hopes up that this might turn into something real, but as the day went on, she started to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about her.

Once again, she reminded herself she wasn’t his type, and they’d never be more than friends. One look at Lisa confirmed that. She knew he’d go looking for someone to spend the night with as soon as he dropped her home tonight because she probably wasn’t even good enough to be his one-night stand.

Part Three >>

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamons @deans-baby-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731

Can’t Fight This Feeling Tags: @lilred91 @seppys-return-to-madness @im-totally-not-dezi @deanoxwinchester

#tell me a story bingo #can't fight this feeling #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #au!dean #au dean winchester x reader #fake dating

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aishitara · 1 year

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what did jackles do???? what did he do???

oof, at this point, what hasn't he done? okay, so, first i must gesture to ::all of JIB:: that con was absolutely unhinged. A+ cockles content, but also jensen said some really lovely and thoughtful things about Dean, and his relationship to Cas, which i believe is super relevant because me and my small group of friends who suffer from Winchester Derangement Syndrome are 99.9% sure The Winchesters is not what it is on its face, and is in fact jensen's own fix-it for the series finale of spn. which in and of itself is amazing. boy really said 'i fucking hated that ending, gonna go write a new one' like the (secret) fangirl he is. this week's episode of TW (1x12 "The Tears of a Clown") felt so lovingly directed at all of those folks (obviously, myself included XD) who've been clowning about destiel from the beginning, and tbh the resolution to the motw made it feel like the message of the episode was: telling the truth turns clowning into reality. i intend to edit this response to include a frame from one of the panels at JIB, because someone asked what the reunion between Dean and Cas would look like, and jensen gave what seems to be, these days, a very jensen answer which was to answer seriously and then pass it off as a joke (like the ily --- like a bro thing from VanCon back in october of '22). but i think the smile on his face screams "i know something y'all don't know" and it has sent me. i could also talk about the very destiel-flavored lyrics from the newest Radio Company album, too, but i don't know if tumblr posts have a word limit 😂 lol thanks for asking and sorry if this is more long-winded than you were expecting. you were my very first ask and i may have gotten carried away! 😅 eta 03.02.23: please ignore my fuckery i forgot how tumblr works for a hot minute

#asks #the very first ask #musing #the winchesters #spnwin #jensen #jensen ackles #king of the hellers #documenting this for posterity so that a year from now i can look back at this and say oh yeah #it really did happen #jackles what are you up to #mine

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shadowqueen402 · 11 months

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Amaunts Fatale: Part 36

(Meanwhile back at Lance's hideout)

"What do you mean that the potion is gone!?" Cuckoo demanded. "How is that possible!? Lance made sure to keep the potion in a safe place where nobody could get to it."

"Well, someone must have taken it," Worville Wright said. "Most likely a very clever person took it. But who? While it is possible that Balan may have done this on his own, could he have done this with backup?"

"He obviously did have backup," Barktholomew said, sniffing the scent in the hallway. "I smelled scents that do not belong to either of us nor Lance."

"So that means Balan worked with people that are well aware of the potion," Grim Creeper said. "We need to let our boss know that Balan had help in taking the potion."

"We should wait until our boss comes back," Princess Marey said. But everyone stopped when they heard loud blasts of energy coming from outside. "What's going on?"

"Guys!" Inkabelle cried, rushing into the room. A look of panic was in her face. "It's Lance's uncle! He's trying to attack our bosses!"

(Meanwhile back at Balan's hideout)

Ava slowly and carefully patched up the wounds on Jackle. "I will not lie, I was rather…surprised," She confessed to him. "Debbie convincing you to stop obeying Wizeman's orders? I wasn't expecting you to actually agree. You appear to me as someone who would refuse to turn against someone like Wizeman if a Visitor tried to convince you. So what made you decide to leave Wizeman?"

Jackle fixed his gaze into nothing. "If you must know, Debbie was telling the truth," He said. "She really did convince me to turn against Wizeman. While I knew the risks, there was something about the way that Debbie convinced that made me want to leave Wizeman. At first, I tried to brush it off. But when I remembered her promise, that was when I had to make a brave decision."

"Wow, it must have been scary…" Ava said. "But I'm sure that Debbie appreciates it."

Jackle let out an insane, yet half-hearted chuckle. "Trust me, you have absolutely no idea. Wizeman is a lot more intelligent than one Visitor would think. So it made sense that he would get suspicious when I returned to the hideout. So did Reala. Don't say anything, but I know he likes that one girl. Aria, I think."

Jackle tried to move, but Ava stopped him. "Please sit still," She said. "You're injured and I don't want you to open them back up." Then she remembered something. "Lance… Is he alright?"

"He probably is now that he has backup," Jackle said. But before he could ask why, Jackle and Ava heard a loud blast from outside.

"W-What had just happened?" Ava asked. "Aria? Kaylo? Debbie? Rebecca? Mei? Trisha Jane? Marina? Leo? NiGHTS? Balan? Lance?"

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Mei and Marina belong to @sundove88

Ava belongs to @adventureavery76

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #balan #lance #leo craig #nights sega #reala #jackle the mantle #wizeman #ocs #alternate reality #crossover

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hintsofhoney · 1 year

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thoughts on the spn win finale™️

there are things I loved and things I hated and my overall feeling is just… confused on how I feel so I think I just need to get everything out and hope I’m not alone

first let me start off with if y’all listen to @endofthebookpod you know I’m the first to clown away when it comes to destiel in this show however I was not expecting to see cas in this finale and I’m glad we didn’t because I do want that reunion to be a big and not rushed thing etc etc

that being said, if I’m looking at spnwin as a stand-alone show, that finale was fan-fucking-tastic. the music, the way it tied dean into the story, the acting from the cast — everything was chefs kiss 5 stars, but

this isn’t a stand-alone show

and looking at the show as part of the spnu, I’m feeling kinda… empty. at least, until there’s a promise of more. I don’t like speculating about the unanswered questions, because why am I doing that if I’ve not been promised some sort of explanation in the future? trust me, if there’s a S2 or different continuation announced tomorrow I’ll be the first to hop in the clown car, but until then, I need to process the fact that if this is all we get (which I don’t think it will be, and I hope to god it isn’t, but if it is) then I’m just… not at all satisfied

and at the root of that — it’s not about no canon destiel — it’s about dean being actually dead. it’s about the fact that that god awful shit show of a finale wasnt invalidated, and yeah, I’m mad about it. because Dean deserves to be happy. he deserves to be happy more than anyone and he deserves to be happy and alive and while I of course think his happiness is with cas, I would much prefer if they were happy together on earth rather than after death, for no other reason than dean deserves to live. the message that his happiness can only be found after death is just… not it. if there’s one thing I want more than canon destiel it’s alive dean. which is why I probably feel kinda empty right now. 15x20 still happened and dean still went out that way and I hate hate hate that so so much

do I think jackles is stopping here? no. but i also don’t think the Winchesters is going to be the show that gives us everything we want. I’m holding out hope for a season 2, because I have fallen in love with this cast and these characters, but I don’t think we’ll be seeing dean again on the show if I’m being honest. do I think canon destiel is still the end goal here? yes. and you can pry my clown nose and tin hat out of my cold dead hands. but I think jackles knows that when it does happen, it needs to be big, it needs to be explored, it needs to be its own thing, and please for the love of god dean needs to be alive

so overall I guess I’m,,, really fucking upset that dean is actually dead but holding out hope for that to be fixed someway, somehow while also feeling very soft for this show as it’s own thing, the characters, the story line, the absolute rays of sunshine it has brought into my life over the past 7ish months. just lots of conflicting emotions I need a good nights sleep to process before I can get back to driving the clown car again.

here’s to never having peace and never being done!!

#spnwin #spnwin spoilers #the winchesters

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mlobsters · 7 months

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supernatural s10e3 soul survivor (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

(i feel like eugenie and brad episodes have been on the better side of things generally? that's why i tag the writers in the post so i can theoretically go back and get a ~feel~ for how i felt in an organized fashion esp since i can't remember episodes names/numbers for shit)

priest blessing?? whatever the blood to de-demon dean also inexplicably has an accent

dean, i'm begging you, please bring your voice back up a smidge. also i really thought the demon arc was longer! probably because fic is fleshing out all that potential they left hanging

oh, jackles directed this one. he shoulda given himself notes that he's... coming across very forced in this little chat in the chair. :S

oh, sam. padalecki's been coming through on the worn down and emotional

DEAN Sam, I know you think you’re gonna try and fix me, but … did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won’t bother you. What do you care? SAM What do I care? DEAN You think I’m just gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this! SAM Yeah, I pretty much figured that out

dean's turn with the soulless(ish) desire to stay as such

speaking of forced, this weird romantic-ish tension they're trying to do with hannah and castiel is weird

margiekugel's got a neon sign and everything, fancy

wiki

Margiekugel is a beer from Wisconsin created for the show that is named after Production Designer Jerry Wanek's mom (see Leinenkugel).

okay so i thought the whole deal for the dude's wife/crowley wanting dean to do it was strange, well. okay, sam. but we know scruples go out the window when dean needs saving

cracked me up. lurking in the bushes yelling out a correction. also, jared, i can see your gum, dude -_-

i'm kinda seething along with sam because like yeah dean's trying and probably succeeding at getting under sam's skin but he's also saying stuff that isn't true and you know what a fucking uptight ass i am about things like that :p

DEAN Let me ask you this, Sammy: If this doesn’t work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?!

or we could shaun of the dead the situation

LOL i was wondering if there was a throne. also, i paused twice because i thought the background hell-wailing in the show was one of my kids upstairs crying for me 🥴 almost a third time but i stopped myself

CROWLEY I was thinking of better days. DEMON Yes—your sabbatical. CROWLEY My what? DEMON Uh, we were worried, of course. Your misadventure with the older Winchester was quite the topic of speculation. Uh, if you’ll forgive my boldness… I could now be your wingman.

i'm just. having a hard time believing crowley was really that starry eyed over demon!dean? he's a permanent flirt but also very practical and not exactly sentimental. oh, is he still doing the human blood thing? i haven't really wrapped that into my little character model in my head for him :p

forced to have a semi-scenic stop and chat

this is so strange. he's not interested, she's making good points but then gets all grabby and close like she's gonna go in for a kiss or something

DEAN You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since … forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!

very effective at pushing every sore spot and insecurity. sadly didn't get much feeling out of me other than stress on sam's behalf. i fear they've broken some of my emotional attachment to the show somehow

DEAN You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit. SAM No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!

only way to quit is to die. but even then it's probably not gonna work

self immolating demon, ok. that seems very specifically not demon like, in the slightest???

CASTIEL Just … I’ve been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur. HANNAH “Distractions.” CASTIEL Emotions, feelings … They’re dangerous temptations.

and they're going to try to help save dean because... nothing to do with emotions or feelings on castiel's part? what. just because you're not interested, don't go blaming it on having ~distracting emotions~

is it time for hannah to die? is she gonna... reup castiel's grace?

sink

how old is that pie??? ew.

it's the mushy familiar music again, but this time... strings? so we've had piano twice (that i noticed), some horn-ish thing and now like.. cello?

i do appreciate that we have more pictures, with bobby and the boys as grownups together too. and it's sweet that they can just use s1 happy behind the scenes type pictures and make it sam and dean

oh, crowley can steal some grace so we don't have to have a moral crisis

mhmm

(mushy music came back briefly during the chat through the door before dean broke it down)

so i did know about the hammer via fic. jackles seemed to be having fun being on his little merry violent hunt. made think (the little i know) of his character in the boys

CASTIEL Well… I see his point. You know, only humans can feel real joy, but … also such profound pain. This is easier.

(mushy music AGAIN [piano variation] at the end of dean and cas's conversation)

DEAN What did Sam say? Does he want a divorce?

very normal joke (??) to make about your brother, especially when you basically had a handfasting ceremony in a church along with the other 10 years of things like that. but we're the josie grossies for shipping it. uh huh

CASTIEL I’m sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, it wasn’t really you. It certainly wasn’t all you. DEAN I tried to kill him, Cas. CASTIEL Dean. You two have been through so much. Look, you’re brothers. It’d take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away. DEAN You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense?

that "you're brothers" feels tacked on to make it seem less weird

DEAN I’m glad you’re here, man. CASTIEL Hey, maybe you should um … take some time before you get back to work. Allow yourself to heal. It’s, uh … I don’t know. The timing might be right. Heaven and Hell—they seem reasonably back in order. It’s quiet out there.

does that means it's time to trigger another apocalypse? surely need at least 3 running subplots as well. i have no idea actually, i avoid too plot specific stuff of the later seasons in fic these days so i'm not sure what's on deck

they could have milked demon!dean for more in a lot more fun ways (which i surely would have complained about, "don't tempt sam with demon blood 😭") for longer, remain surprised how quick they wrapped it up. they dragged out lying about stabbing jewel staite for HOW MANY EPISODES???? lol

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x03 #spn clip #spn musical score #spn bunker #demon dean #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #spn mushy music #sam and dean mush

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it’s so crazy to me that people are excited about carlos and i don’t mean this in a derogatory way at all because i wish that could be me. but from the moment i read bisexual latino stoner i have been doing the math and it’s just. i don’t like the way it adds up! and i’m not saying it’s a bad thing for people to be excited about the representation or to be optimistic about it but a lot of the posts about him have been focused on the bisexual part. obviously we’re in a very queer space and it’s natural to be excited about an aspect of your identity being reflected on tv, but i would encourage people to be intersectional with the way they approach their interpretation of his character! obviously latinos can be bi but please consider how the way the show writes his relationships might play into stereotypes and be critical of that as you watch. a lot of the stereotypes that would be biphobic depending on how they’re written (ie him being promiscuous) would also be racist when applied to him because of the latin lover trope. of course, the writers might avoid that and bring some nuance to him, but i personally cannot be optimistic about him being written well when the latino representation on the original show was 1) that one leviathan guy 2) casa erotica and 3) the porn star dean slept with who was played by a white blonde woman. uncritically saying you trust jackles in this regard is laughable when you consider that he recently directed an episode of walker. and while i think all of us love a lot of robbie’s episodes, it’s disingenuous to say he’s going to fix everything wrong with the show when he played into its racism plenty himself (unless when you say he’s going to “fix” things you mean everything but the racism). anyway, just a reminder since the prequel is airing in a few days! and a huge thank you to people who have already been talking about this <33

#all that being said i will be SO excited if they write him well #i’m a little bit nervous about posting this but if people are clicking on my blog because of that other post. READ THIS.#and it’s okay to rb ofc #also using white for the sake of brevity in this post if you know my blog you know i am white AND latino #but that is a conversation that requires too much nuance for a post about a cw show #a.txt #prequel #racism tw

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samdyke · 3 years

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the way jensen in 2015 said with NO humor that the writers file any input that he has about dean under “actor bullshit” and the way that he has for years said that he thinks dean needs a soft ending and to settle down somehow, that its what he deserves and that it wouldnt be satisfying anymore for dean to die bloody and how he wasnt sold on the ending and how he STILL hasnt said anything about the finale since it aired and how he said dean wasnt going anywhere because dean is a part of him.....jackles understood and cared more for dean than pretty much anyone on the writing team and i am once again so angry that his understanding was thrown to the wayside and the f*nale turned everything jensen KNEW to be true about where dean’s arc was heading on its head and gave us that shitshow instead

#like he deserved for dean to be treated well he has just grown more and more invested in dean its soooo painful to think about how he was #ignored and made to think that he was wrong about dean’s ending #like. fuuuuck #jackles please reboot that fixes everything WHEN #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #jensen ackles #kora.txt

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chaoticwistfulness · 3 years

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wait wait wait! if in the Russian dub Cas was changing beside Dean...

Dean was changing too?

You changed me, Dean.

You changed me too, Cas.

They changed each other! Their love changed them... they’re in love and that love changed them and the world and... they.... I.... bye....

#am i rambling?#or making sense?#but you know what i mean right?#destiel #world changing and fate defying love #spn 15x18 #russian dub #they deserve better #jensen i'm begging you #please fix this #jackles spn reboot #when?

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annballofyarn · 3 years

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Don't forget we are talking about Jensen Ross "watching over me" jacting joices Dean's true vessel *record it with my phone so I can remember this* Heller king Ackles here. And without a year having passed since Spn ended, he is trying to give us SOMETHING. Soooooo after the awful first impressions and thoughts and with some perspective my faith is ✨RESTORED✨

#go get em babee #i believe 🕯️🕯️🕯️#jackles will fix everything #jackles don't you dare disappointing me #jensen ackles #jensen ross ackles heller king #love of my life #spn #spn prequel #jackles jacting joices #f*ck you cw #baby steps #jackles logcon #HAVE SOME FAITH #GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN #please stop the hate #he deserves the world #i don't want him to give everything up #PLEASE PLEASE

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writercole · 2 years

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Enlightened

Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. But sometimes, it needs a push to figure it out.

Squares: Denied Proposal @anyfandomangstbingo // Rejected Proposal @taylorswiftbingo // Picnic @anyfandomfluffbingo // Hurt/Comfort @supernatural-jackles TMAS bingo // Make Me Cringe @howbadcanitbebingo // @callsign-phoenix 500 Follower Challenge Words: 1485 Warnings: Few? Um. rejection, pining

A/N: I formally pre-apologize for what I’m about to do but I do fix it all in the same fic because I’ve tortured you guys a few times now with making you wait and I really need this to be a one-shot.

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Bob led his girlfriend, Laura, through the meadow, his fingers entwined with hers as he guided them to the picnic spot he’d set up.

“Bob, where are we going?” she asked for the tenth time, her tone getting more and more impatient.

“We’re almost there, honey,” he cooed. He could see the picnic blanket spread under his favorite tree, the one he’d been running to since he was a kid. It was a special place for him; this would only be the second time he shared it with someone.

“I’m tired of walking,” she sighed.

Bob ignored her outburst, knowing that everything would be worth it and forgotten soon enough. “Here we are,” he smiled as he pulled her in front of him, facing her towards the romantic date he’d planned with the help of his best friend, Y/N.

“This is different,” Laura commented as she looked around, seeing her favorite flowers, her favorite champagne, her favorite fruits and vegetables and cheeses.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, placing a kiss under her ear. “I wanted today to be special. Come on, let’s sit.”

They sat on the blanket and snacked, silence filling the space between them. Bob watched her closely, happy to be in his favorite spot with his girlfriend.

“Hey, Laura,” he said, slipping his hand into his pocket discreetly. “Did I ever tell you what was special about his place?”

“No,” she sighed again, facing him with a blank expression.

“It’s the one place I’ve always found peace. When I needed a break when I was a kid, I’d come here and just sit. Even now, as an adult, I come here when I need to think. But I find peace somewhere else. I find peace with you.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket before continuing. “You make me want to be a better person. I would run out of breath trying to describe all the ways I love you. I could call anywhere home as long as you’re with me. I love you, Laura. Will you marry me?”

Bob held out his hand, a simple diamond ring laying in his palm. Laura was quiet, her face unreadable. The soft smile that had been etched on Bob’s face since he picked her up fell away. He closed his fingers around the ring and pulled his hand back, his heart shattering. He knew her answer.

“Bob, I’m really sorry,” she started.

“Don’t,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I thought we were on the same page. I was so sure you’d say yes.” He started packing up the remaining food, trying to hide his pain by keeping his face down. “I can’t believe I shared my spot with you. Over a year of my life just…”

“I wish there was something I could say,” Laura whispered.

“Yeah, well, there’s nothing,” he snapped.

“I just don’t see a future with you,” she continued.

Bob froze in his actions, hanging his head and squeezing his eyes shut, taking long, even breaths to calm himself. "So why stay as long as you did, Laura?"

"I thought…" she started, pausing when she needed to rethink her words. "I hoped that my instincts were wrong. The day that you approached me I saw it. The way you looked at Y/N. You've never looked at me that way. I just couldn't…I didn't want to be right. I didn't want to let you go."

"How did I look at her?" he whispered, confused and heartbroken.

"Like she's the first drop of rain in a drought, the first gasping breath after you wipe out. The one thing that can save you from dying." Laura's voice wavered and she shuffled, standing and resting her hand on his shoulder. "I do love you, Bob. But I can't compete with her."

Laura strode across the meadow, leaving Bob in his favorite spot, alone, grieving a love he thought was forever and wondering if that girl had been in front of him the whole time.

The clock struck midnight and Y/N rubbed her eyes, slipping the photo strip into her book as a placeholder. She stretched with a groan and stood from her spot in the living room, looking out of the window to see that it had started raining while she was engrossed in the story of childhood friends turned lovers.

Her eyes lingered on the photo sticking out, her and Bob at the arcade, making ridiculous faces. The strip was wildly appropriate to use as a bookmark; she had been friends with Bob since they were in middle school, one of the only people to still call him Robby. Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him, realizing it shortly after he got serious with Laura.

He proposed to her. Y/N helped him plan everything. Laura was going to accept and she'd help plan the wedding and hide her broken heart as long as she could.

Y/N switched the lamp off and quietly walked towards her bedroom. As she stepped into the short hallway, a pounding sounded through her apartment.

She froze in her spot, completely terrified. Should she try to get her phone and call 911? Call Robby? Check and see who it was?

Did she have a weapon? An escape route?

Another knocking made her jump, her shoulders relaxing slightly when she heard a voice call through the closed door.

"It's Robby. Open up, I need to talk to you."

She breathed a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, her head a little dizzy with relief. She rushed to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to see her best friend standing in the rain, alone, the expression on his face unreadable.

"Robby, what are you doing? Get out of the rain," she insisted, gripping his forearm and pulling him inside. "You're soaked. Let me get you a towel."

Bob stared at the spot where her hand had been, turning his arm slightly. The spot she'd wrapped her fingers around was warm, tingling, where the rest of him was shivering from the fall rain.

"Here, dry off," she said when she came back in, two towels in her hands.

Bob lifted his head slowly and met her gaze, his lips parting as if seeing her for the first time. "She was right," he muttered with a scoff.

"Who was right? Robby, what's going on?"

"Laura said no," he told her quietly.

"What?!" she exclaimed. There was no way Laura turned him down. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

"She said she didn't see a future with me," he continued, "that I wasn't as in love with her as I thought I was."

"That's ridiculous," Y/N scoffed as she unfolded a towel and started drying off his arms. He was obviously upset and hurt and needed her help.

"I thought so too, at first." His eyes never left her face as she patted the towel around his hands. "But she said that I was in love with someone else. And I still didn't believe it once she said it. I sat there for hours under that tree. Did you know it started raining about two hours ago?"

"It's been raining that long? I've been sucked into the latest story I'm reading. But back up," she said, "Laura thinks you're in love with someone else?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "And she's right."

"She is? Who?"

Bob slipped his hand around her neck and pulled her close, his lips finding hers with a roughness borne from years of pent up longing and passion. His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close, molding her body to his.

She melted against him, the rainwater seeping through her clothes ignored as she pressed herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck. The towel dropped to the floor as Bob turned them, pressing her back against the wall and swiping his tongue across her bottom lip.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The heady sensation buckled her knees and her head spun, overwhelmed with the sensation of his chest pressed against hers, keeping her from falling to the floor.

The painful burning in their lungs forced them apart, their eyes fluttering open as their heaving breaths mingled in the miniscule space between their lips.

“I -” she started.

“Wow,” he interrupted with a whisper.

“Please don’t be a dream,” she begged, “I can’t bear it if it’s just a dream.”

“It’s not a dream,” he promised as his hand cupped her cheek, “it’s real. It’s you. It’s always been you. I was just too stupid to see it.”

“Are you enlightened, then?” she teased as her fingers played with the ends of his hair, goosebumps erupting on his neck.

“I’m the wisest man on Earth,” he smirked as he dipped his head down, capturing her lips once again.

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