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#my sister does look like jackles and has lived the life of dean except I GOT HER to go to therapy
High School Sweethearts Forever
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Square: Fake Dating (For @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me a Story Bingo 2022)
Pairing: Dean x Reader (AU)
Warnings: Angst, Language, Triggering Family Situation (Manipulative, Controlling, Narcissistic, and toxic parent and stepparent.). Sprinkles of fluff to relieve the angst. Scary situations, violence (triggering, involves guns) If this fic had a rating, I’d rate it NC-17 (There’s no smut, it’s just really angsty and triggering for some readers)
Summary: An old flame returns into Y/N’s life, and perfect timing at that. When Y/N’s older sister’s wedding is being held at a resort and she is forced to attend. Dean gives her an offer she can’t really refuse, it may even change her life for the better.
Word Count: 4.8k
a/n: After reading Fake Boyfriend by Luci-In-Trenchoats, it spawned this. I was intending on this being a Fake Dating square and what’s funny is you can see when I switch it up. Hope you enjoy it.
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Y/N wanted so much to groan as she sat in the coffee shop with her mother.
Her mom went on and on about Y/N’s sister’s wedding coming up.
“And your sister is getting married to a very wealthy and famous man, so I don’t want you embarrassing us.” Her mother snaps.
“Oh no, we wouldn’t want to have that.” Y/N says sarcastically.
“You’re lucky your sister actually wants you there.”
“No, I’m just lucky to have someone who has my back. Unlike someone in the “family”.” She says snarky.
Her mother glared at her.
“At least bring a date.” Her mother says, getting up. Grabbing her purse. “Oh wait, you don’t have one.” She says with a dark smile before walking off.
“You wouldn’t know if I were dating not as long as you live. I don’t want no man meeting your soul-sucking bitch face.”
“Now that’s not very nice to say.” She heard a deep voice say.
She looked up to find a very handsome man, very well dressed for the December weather of New York City.
“No one likes a peeping tom.” She says taking the last swig of her coffee.
Grabbing her things to leave.
“Is that how you greet your old High School boyfriends?” he asks coyly.
She looked back at him, puzzled.
She looked him over, head to toe. Trying to find something she recognized.
There was only one boyfriend she had, but it didn’t end well. If this was him, why is he willing to approach her again after all this time?
“Dean? Dean Winchester?” she asked.
“In the flesh.” He smirked.
“What are you doin’ here?”
He chuckles.
“I was at a conference. I’m here on business.”
She looked him over once again.
A suit, tie, suit vest, peacoat, dress slacks and shoes. The man dressed fine.
“What do you do? Last I remembered you dropped out?”
“Yeah, about that.” He says rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t drop out, I moved away.”
Her face began to heat up, she was so angry. At him mostly.
Not wanting to scream at him and make a scene, she leaves the coffee shop, not saying a word.
“Wait, y/n!”
She got outside, the cold winter air hit her, but she didn’t feel it. She was numb to everything. Everything except the rage she was feeling.
She left without her purse, her coat, she just up and left.
Dean managed to catch up to her by the corner of the street at a stop.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Dean can see her face turning a dark shade of pink, the vein in her neck bulged.
“Hey, talk to me, what’s wrong?” he asks, pulling her aside.
“You…moved. You moved! I thought you dropped out. I thought you left because of me. That, that’s why you broke up with me. You couldn’t tell it to my face, so you just up and left.” She yelled.
“Hey, I never left because of you—”
“There’s no way for you to prove otherwise to me, you still left!” she yelled again.
“Y/N, I need you to breathe,” Dean says, trying to calm her down.
She growled in frustration. Folding her arms, closing her eyes.
She took deep breaths through her nose. Exhaling out of her mouth.
“Come on, again.” He says kindly.
She does it again, feeling her body relax as she exhaled.
“Now, understand, I’d never do that to you. Never.” He says sternly.
“But you left a note at my doorstep. In your handwriting!” she shouted.
“Hey, keep it down,” he says calmly. “I never did that. I’m being honest with you.”
“Whatever,” she groans, shrugging him off. “What are you doing here? With me I mean.”
“Well, I wanted to catch up, but I’ll do you one better.” He says.
“No.”
“But you haven’t heard—”
“I said no. If it’s what I think it is, I said it myself, I’m not letting anyone meet my soul sucking mother.”
“Well, do you want to put up with that mess alone?”
She looked away, almost pouting as she leaned against the wall, arms still folded.
“Okay, I made my point.” He says. “When’s the wedding?”
“This weekend, it’s at a ski resort in Colorado.” She says pouting.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up Friday, bright and early.”
“I don’t even have the plane tickets.”
“It’s fine, I’ll get us some.” He says. “Better start packing sweetheart, we got a long weekend ahead of us.”
“You’re telling me.” She groaned. Walking past him to leave.
 She stared off out the window as he drove through the city to the airport. The music playing softly in the background, Dean’s usual taste in music. Classic Rock, Rock n’ Roll, any band or music from the seventies and eighties.
It seemed like in a blink they were driving and the next they were inside the airport in line to board the plane.
Y/N texted her older sister letting her know of the situation.
“Okay sis, have a safe flight. And maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try and get back with Dean. You two were an item.”
She chuckles. “I don’t know. He says he didn’t leave me like I was told.”
“Mom and our stepdad told you that, didn’t they?”
“Yeah, why?” Y/N texts. Until she hit a realization. “Wait…”
“Yeah, mom and Ray were messing with you.”
“I had a feeling.” Y/N texts back, a groan escaping. “Why does she hate me so much? What’d I do to deserve this?”
“I’ll tell you in person. It’s something that can’t be shared in text. Just, give him a chance at least. Even by fake dating with him, it may be enough to piss mom and Ray off.”
“Why do you want to piss her off so much? She likes you.”
“That don’t mean I don’t like her. I’m not blind to the shit she causes my family. Especially what she said in the coffee shop, that was so uncalled for.”
“Yeah, your telling me. To hear your own mother talk like that to you, in your face no less.”
“Well, I still love you sissy, you’re my baby sister. Regardless of blood or anything.”
“Thanks Mia. Love you too.” Y/N wanted to tear up at her sister’s words.
“Love you, safe flying and don’t kill Dean okay. Cut him some slack.” She texts, adding a smiling emoji, winking emoji and a kissing emoji.
“I’ll try.” Y/N responds before putting her phone on airplane mode.
“You were texting for a while, you don’t have a secret boyfriend that I’m pissing off?” Dean says, trying to make it sound like a joke.
“No, I was texting my sister. The one that’s getting married.” Y/N says, her voice sad.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asks.
Y/N shakes her head. “Nothing, just…in that short amount of time, we talked about some heavy stuff. Mostly about my mom and stepdad.”
“Your mom remarried? What happened to your dad?”
“He left us. Said he couldn’t handle her bullshit anymore. She was being toxic, manipulative, narcissistic and controlling and he couldn’t take it anymore. I was little but I remembered the fight mom and dad had.” y/n explained. “After he left, Mia went to college, I was entering high school. I was stuck at home with mom and she just…”
“Hey, it’s okay. Your home is no longer with her. You have your own place, a job…I think anyway. We never caught up.”
“Well, we have an eight-hour flight, we have time.” y/n says.
“That’s true.” Dean chuckles with a soft smile.
“I never dated anyone since you and I broke up.” She continues.
Dean listened as she talked, even as they gave the tickets to the flight attendant and entering the plane.
“My mom and Ray were the ones who told me why you left and handed me a note. It looked so much like your handwriting.” Y/N says. “They never consoled me when I broke down.”
“Y/N,” Dean sighs sadly.
“I was too emotional and hurt to see. That they built that up in my head. And that is why I don’t date anyone. They painted this picture that I’m some ugly ass creep no one wants.”
“Okay, stop right there.” Dean says sternly, stepping aside. Bringing Y/N along with him. “You are not some ugly ass creep. You were my girl. Still are.”
“Dean, I don’t know if I—”
“I’m not pressuring you to try again with me. I’m merely suggesting. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. People change and move on. Some people like being alone, others don’t. But what your so-called parents did to you was not cool. It’s downright evil.” Dean says, trying to keep his voice low.
“I really don’t want to go Dean, I can’t deal with her.” Y/N says, letting tears break through.
“I’m going to be there for you every step of the way. But you can’t back out now, not while your sister is expecting you.” Dean says kindly. “Come on, let’s get to our seats.” He says guiding her gently onto the plane.
Dean leads her to their row, window seats that seated two a row. He guides her to the window seat, and he sat next to her in the aisle seat.
She stared blankly out of the window as he buckled her in, then himself.
The flight attendants announce the flights take off and went over the safety procedures and the plane left the tarmac and on to the runway.
 Dean drove from the Denver international airport to the resort north of the city. Y/N still silent and spacey as they arrived.
Dean pulls in with ease, not sliding once on the snow-covered roads. The hotel’s staff came out to gather the luggage. Dean handed it all off to them and helped Y/N out of the car.
They entered in the main building of the resort to check in.
“There’s my baby sister!” Mia says entering the lobby.
“Hi Mia.” Y/N says tiredly.
“How are you holding up?”
“Not great.”
“Well, I picked your guys’ rooms, so I’ll take you there so we can chat.”
“We?” Dean asks.
“Yes, we.” Mia says. “I think we need to collaborate a way to show mom and Ray’s true colors.”
“Like the Parent Trap?” Dean asks, allowing a sly smirk to spread across his lips.
Mia giggles. “Yep, but let’s get my sister upstairs, poor girl looks like she could use a good cry.”
 Y/N blows out her nose, after Mia let her cry herself out to the point she was physically exhausted. She walks out of the bathroom after splashing cold water on her hot face.
“So, you two haven’t said a word on the plane?”
“No, she was out of it, we got at least the elephant in the room out while we were boarding the plane so I’m on board with torturing your mom.” Dean says.
“I figured you would.” Mia says.
“But you know she’s going to be on my case about this whole thing. She’s not gonna believe Dean and I are back together let alone madly in love with each other.” Y/N says.
“You do a lot of acting sketches on YouTube, I think you can play the part.” Mia says. “Besides, I think it might help break some walls down.”
Y/N saw her point. Mia was like her mother, a true mother. Wanting nothing more than to have her happy, safe, and healthy. Mentally and physically healthy.
Y/N nods, accepting the challenge.
“So, what do you plan on doing to piss mom off?” Y/N asks.
“Well mom is a perfectionist. She ordered an ice sculpture, a bachelorette party and a bachelor party with stripper’s, men, and women. And the reception she ordered a big fancy dinner to cater to us.” Mia explained. “Basically, this is mom’s wedding, not mine. She did everything. I don’t want any of this.”
Y/N thought only for a moment. Before a light bulb lit off.
“What if you did your own wedding, the way you want it.” Y/N says. “Using the resources we have, I’m sure we can plan something.”
Mia thought about the idea.
“You know what, yeah. That would piss her off. If only we could coordinate the rest of the family…”
“The rest of the family? They’re just as bad as she is.”
“I know.” Mia says, pondering on the idea further.
“What if, we took the wedding to where I want to have it.” She adds.
“That’s a bit last minute, isn’t it?” Dean asked.
“Exactly. She wouldn’t have a chance to stop us.” Mia says. “But to avoid her from catching on, because she does have security staff watching the grounds so we can’t sneak out.”
“Of course, she does.” Y/N groans.
“Now, I think the day of the wedding is when James and I will object to the wedding. I’ll speak up to the whole family on both of our behaves.” Mia says.
“Sis, that’s a lot, you against all of the bags of crazy our family has.”
“I got this, plus you and Dean will be there. You two are much of victims to their manipulative nature than James and I are.”
“And you’re mom’s favorite.” Y/N says sadly.
“Yeah, I had to play her game to stay on her side. So maybe, with me standing up like this maybe it’ll do something. Open her eyes or something.”
“I’m not holding on to much hope.” Y/N says.
“I know, none of us are.” Mia says.
“So, go about the whole rehearsal and all of the activities she has planned for you guys like we’re not about to ruin their day.” Dean asks.
“Pretty much. I’ll talk with James tonight about this, he pretty much hates my mom and Ray hates him. Mom likes him because he’s handsome.” Mia says.
“Ray hates everyone we bring over.” Y/N says.
“I know.” Mia says. “Let’s get some sleep, we have a long ass weekend ahead of us.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Come on sweetheart, you must be exhausted.”
“I am.” Y/N whines as Dean gestures her to the bed.
“Don’t have sex just yet!”
“Mia!”
Her sister laughs as she exits. “Love you sis!”
Y/N chuckles tiredly. “Love you too.”
Dean chuckling with the girls.
Y/N and Dean were up bright and early, Dean was in the shower while Y/N brushed her teeth and hair. Getting herself ready for the dinner rehearsal.
The water turned off as Y/N finished putting her hair up out of her face while she brushed. Keeping her hair as clean as possible.
She heard the shower door open. And a short pause.
She caught Dean in the mirror. And her face immediately heated up.
Dean chuckles. “You like what you see sweetheart?”
“God damn dude,” she chokes. “You didn’t change since high school, how’d you stay so…”
“A lot of hard work.” He says. “Joys of being a doctor, you got to keep up with your health.”
“Wait, you’re a doctor?” Y/N asks.
“Yep, after I left Lawrence I went to med school after my dad died from prostate cancer, and mom died from Cervical Cancer.” He explains. “I never had the idea of wanting to be one, but after that, I thought what the hell. Let’s give it a shot. I may not find the cure for cancer but maybe I can help with the early detection.”
“That’s very noble of you De.” Y/N says.
“Thanks.” Dean smiles.
“You ready for today?” Dean asks.
“No.” Y/N answers quickly. “You?”
“Kind of but leaning towards no.” Dean answers. “But, whether we’re ready or not, we got to do it.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get it over with.” Dean says.
The two hurry with getting dressed and ready for rehearsals.
 Dean and Y/N walked down the stairs to the lobby where the family was waiting. They easily spotted Mia and James and congregated around them.
“We’re in, you guys still in?” Mia asks.
The pair nods.
“Okay, so, the rehearsals won’t take long, maybe a half hour or so. Then comes the ceremony. And once the official says anything about objections, then all four of us will step in.” Mia says. “I mean, I don’t know any of my brides maids except you.”
“And Dean’s my grooms man since she’s you’re the brides maid.” James adds.
Dean nods.
“Why didn’t you speak out when you were planning the wedding?” Y/N asks innocently. “Did something happen or—”
“We had a fight, mom wanted to plan the wedding. Claiming she knew me in and out, knowing what I would want and blah-blah-blah.” Mia says. “Ray jumped on her bandwagon calling me ungrateful and other nasty names.”
“I just think no one is going to listen to us.” Y/N says. “And I mean genuinely listen to us.”
“I know. I think we’ll play it up until the objections and say want needs to be said.” Mia says.
Everyone nods in agreement.
“Well, who do we have here?” Their mother makes her appearance known in their group. Her eyes gawking at Dean.
“Hi, I’m Dean.”
The color dropped from her face.
“Dean Winchester.” She says.
“In the flesh.” Dean says.
“How’d you—”
“Had a medical conference in New York, ran into your daughter at the same coffee shop you two were at.” He admits.
Her jaw clenched.
“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” She says.
“He’s my date, you have no right to—”
“I planned this wedding, I will not let anyone ruin it!”
“It’s my wedding mother!” Mia screamed. “Not yours!”
“This again, listen—”
“No, you know what, fuck it. You listen.” Mia says. Her face reddened with rage.
“You think everything, and everyone cares or gives a shit about you, well I don’t. Y/N doesn’t. James hates you. And Dean, you threatened him and his family if he continued to date Y/N. You hated seeing her happy.” Mia yells.
The family in the lobby growing silent and watching in shock and awe.
“You planned my wedding because you guilt tripped me, manipulated me, belittled me. Thinking I’ll have some shit wedding no one would attend. Would it have ever occurred to you that I don’t want anyone in this family near me. Not after the way you treated my sister and my fiancé?”
“You’re just overreacting.” She says.
“In what way am I overreacting?” Mia challenges. “You just don’t like what I have to say because it’s true. It’s not going the way you want it. You spoiled bitch!”
“How dare you call your mother—”
“You’re no mother of mine!” Mia yells. “Ever since dad left us, you have done nothing but take out your hate for him on us, once I moved out you did it to Y/N. Why do you think she would run away every night without you knowing?” Mia continues to shout as she let the emotion drive right through her.
“Now, Mia, calm down—”
“I will never calm down. Not as long as you are around us.” Mia yells.
Audible gasps in the crowd were heard.
“You’re a nasty witch, not a mother. You did nothing to nurture us, teach us, let alone lift us up. You have done nothing but put us down, with you and Ray on top.”
“How many times have I told you he’s dad not—”
“And don’t get me started on Ray, he’s no father. He’s basically you with a dick.” Mia shouts.
“Ugh,” she gasps. “That is so unlady like.”
“Do I give a flying fuck what you think?” Mia shouts. “This is not my wedding, this is yours. I hate everything you claim to think I like. I’m not a spoiled rotten diva like a certain someone.”
“So, what are you saying?” Their mother asks, folding her arms.
“The wedding is off, and none of you assholes are invited to my wedding.” Mia says getting in her face.
Y/N, Dean and James just looked on in amazement and surprise at how quick Mia just flipped.
“You think you can stop me from—”
“Come near me, I will have you arrested for stalking and trespassing.”
The mother looked at Y/N and Dean.
“Don’t look at us, we’ll do the same shit.” Dean says.
“And you hate me for some fucking reason.” Y/N adds.
Everything then turned on the flip of a dime when the sound of a gun being cocked and loaded, everyone froze where they stood.
Ray began shooting wildly in the crowd, hitting almost everyone in sight. Missing many others.
James, was able to duck out of the way with Mia, pulling out his gun he carries with him.
“James is a cop?” Dean asks.
“Yep,” Mia answers. “And I have one hell of a story for how we met too. The man wouldn’t leave me alone.”
James began shooting back, taking Ray out, quickly de-escalating the situation.
Dean looked around, there were so many injured. Their mother was killed after being shot multiple times.
His eyes trailed back next to him where Y/N stood.
Her breathing was fast, shallow, and labored as she held her abdomen. Blood rushing out from under hands as she tried to slow the bleeding.
“D-Dean, I—”
“Call 9-1-1!” Dean shouted.
“Y/N!” Mia screams.
“I need clean towels and clean water. And some rubbing alcohol something to sanitize my hands.”
James was on the phone with authorities, Mia managed to get the surviving family members to help gather the materials Dean needed.
“Hey, baby, I need you to breath normal, as normal as you can. You’re going into shock.”
“I’m trying.” Y/N pants, as she tried to calm her breathing.
Dean helped applying as much pressure as he could. The added pressure made Y/N yelp in pain.
“I’m sorry baby, but we need to get control of the bleeding.”
Y/N let out a panicked, pained sob.
Seeing her in this much pain and just knowing the outcome looking grim the longer it took for paramedics to get to the resort caused tears to surface in Dean’s eyes.
Mia and some people came by with water and towels.
“How is she?” Mia asks, her voice shaky.
“She’s fighting,” Dean says. Immediately getting to work.
From the bullet hole in her shirt, he tore her shirt open. And tried to find a possible exit wound. He managed to find it and began putting the towels and rags on the wound.
“Mia, I need you to put pressure on the exit wound while I try to stop the bleeding.”
“Okay.” Mia says not hesitating. Offering comfort to Y/N.
Placing her hand on her forehead, brushing her hair from her face.
“You are going to fight sis, you are going to walk away from this.”
“It hurts,” Y/N cries. Coughing on the blood that started to fill her mouth.
“I know, I know.” Mia began to tear up, fearing she will lose her baby sister. “But you’re gonna make it. And you’re going to my wedding, in Hawaii. Sandy beaches, beautiful sunsets.”
Y/N smiles. “That does sound nice.” She says, her voice laced with pain.
“Okay, Y/N, Mia, the bullet severed an artery. I need to clamp the artery down.” Dean says.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Mia asks.
“Triage. I need something to open the wound up more for my hand to get in so my fingers can clamp the artery shut.”
“No, she’s going to be in too much pain!” Mia objects.
“It’s either that or she dies.” Dean’s voice cracks.
He didn’t want to lose her either. But he was hell bent on doing it whether Mia was on board with it or not.
“Fine,” Mia says. “Y/N,” she says as she was beginning to explain what Dean was going to do.
“I heard.” Y/N grimaces. “Just get it over with, I don’t want to die. I want to see you get married.” She says.
Dean returns with cleaned and sanitized hands and his few medical tools he brought with him. One being the scapple.
“Okay, brace yourselves, I’m going to start.” Dean says.
Mia held Y/N’s hand, and Dean made the first incision.
Y/N jerked at the sharp intense pain, it felt as if someone was bringing a hot pick to her stomach.
Dean just did his work, in a surgical room the surgeon would normally indicate step by step what they are doing. But he just worked.
He was able to find the artery and used his fingers as a clamp.
“Got it.” Dean says under his breath.
“How much longer on the ambulance!” Dean asks James from the other end of the lobby.
“Fifteen minutes, they’re on the way!” James says from the crowd.
“Baby, you okay?” Dean asked.
“Mmhmm.” She groans in pain. “Just having my insides being held together by my boyfriend. It’s fine.”
Dean chuckles. “Y/N, your parents are dead, we don’t need to keep faking it.”
“Who said I was still playing the part?” She asks.
Dean was taken aback. “You really want to try again.”
She nods. Her eyes closed as she tried to zone out the pain she was in.
Dean smiles, letting out a sigh of relief.
“But I need you to stay awake, I know it may be hard, but you have to stay awake.” Dean urged.
“I’m trying De, but my eyes feel heavy.”
“Well, you did lose a lot of blood.”
Distant sounds of sirens were slowly growing louder and louder. Red and Blue flashing lights lit the lobby up slightly with the late afternoon sunlight behind the winter clouds.
“See baby, help is here, you’re going to be just fine.”
“Yeah.” She cheers tiredly. Making Dean laugh.
 She woke up to the sound of the monitors beeping to her heartbeat, blood pressure and respiration. Waking up more she opens her eyes to find Dean asleep in the recliner at her bedside.
Looking around, she noticed get well gifts. She was confused as to where all the gifts came from.
She heard Dean stir awake, Getting Y/N out of her thoughts.
“Hey,” Dean says with a hushed whisper.
“Hi.” She smiles.
“How’s the pain?”
“I’m not really noticing it right now.” She says, relaxing back in the bed. “But I’m sure I’ll notice it shortly.”
“Yeah, it was a late surgery, and they were able to patch you up.” Dean says. “We almost lost you a few times. You passed out on us, so Mia had to give the doctors your information.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No don’t apologize. Your stepdad was unhinged. Something triggered him.”
“Well, he is a carbon copy of our mom. He probably wasn’t too happy with us stepping up like that.” Y/N says.
“More than likely,” Dean says. His face becoming unreadable.
“De, are you okay?” she asked.
He tried to push the emotions down. But he couldn’t hide them anymore.
“I never want to experience that again. I had my hand in your stomach for such a long time. I thought I was gonna lose you. Every time you’re BP dipped I squeezed harder. I was pinching so many nerves in my hand by not letting my grip up.”
“I live in New York City Dean, I’m bound to have it happen again in my lifetime. I accepted that when I moved there.”
“Why’d you pick that city?” Dean asked. “Of all the cities, you pick New York.”
“It was far away from mom and Ray.”
Dean shrugs.
“I practice medicine in Seattle, I’m a family doctor there.” Dean says. “I can always help you find a place there.”
Y/N smiles at the thought, the idea of living in the same city as Dean.
“That sounds good.” She says.
 As the time of recovery passed slowly. Y/N learned the family didn’t condone their parents actions and intentions. Mia and Y/N were able to give the family a second chance.
Mia and James were able to plan their wedding the way they wanted. Keeping it simple yet memorable. Y/N was Mia’s brides maid and maid of honor. Dean was James grooms man. James even had his brother as his best man. Y/N managed to invite and convince Mia to have Y/N’s friends as additional brides maids. Charlie and Jo stood by Y/N as they stood behind Mia.
Dean, James’s brother Cody, and Dean’s brother Sam stood behind James.
The pacific ocean was the backdrop for the whole ceremony.
Once the ceremony finished and the Bride threw her bouquet, Mia jinxed the crowd of women when she turned and handed her bouquet to Y/N.
“It goes without saying, you two are next.” Mia winks.
Y/N rolled her eyes.
Dean dipped down, his lips meeting Y/N’s in a loving kiss.
“I got all the time in the world.” Dean says.
“There’s no real rush.” She says. Her face content as she looked into Dean’s eyes. His face mirroring hers.
Dean kisses her temple, letting it linger for a few seconds.
Once high school sweethearts, always high school sweethearts.
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doing these prompts! today is “shoveling snow and working up a sweat” because jackles Did That and it’s dedicated to @thatisahotsoup because they drew this, my new fave thing
There are certain things that Dean never learned how to do. He remembers, faintly, mowing the lawn for his mother inside the djinn’s nightmare. And then there was the year he spent with Lisa, faking his way through suburban living and pretending he knew the firs thing about lawn maintenance. And now, he’s standing out on the front deck, looking out at the expanse of clear white snow that’s spread across their front lawn.
When Cas shuffles up behind him (wrapped up in a hat and several sweaters, and a blanket), he leans sleepily into his back. “It’s very beautiful,” he says, “the snow here.”
Dean smiles a little at that and takes the moment to register that, yeah, it is beautiful. It’s not just a chore to be done. The morning sky is still hazy, having only just stopped the snow showers. Their little Japanese maple has snow gathered on all the low, stretching branches. A little down the street, some kids have already suited up and gotten outside, building some approximation of a snowman.
“Thought you didn’t like the snow,” Dean teases.
“I don’t like the cold,” Cas corrects. “The snow is a singular exception to that.”
“Well, you better bundle up. We got work to do.”
Cas pulls back just enough to set him with an incredulous stare. “What would that be?”
“Shoveling. Gotta clear the front path and the stairs.” Sam and Eileen were due to come over that evening for dinner. If it weren’t for that, Dean would just say forget it, but Eileen is very pregnant and he’s not making his sister-in-law schlep through a foot of snow. 
“It’ll be fun,” he promises as he tugs Cas back inside.
“It will be nothing of the sort.”
An hour hour later and they’ve made steady work clearing a path. Dean is scooping snow out from the driveway while Cas finishes the walkway itself. A light flurry has started, barely a dusting, but Dean keeps getting distracted by the snowflakes caught in Cas’s eyelashes and the muss of his dark hair.
Maybe twenty minutes into the work and they were both peeling off their hats and unzipping their jackets. It may be frigid out, but shoveling was hard work. More than enough to work up a sweat. Cas kept grumbling about bouncing between too hot with his jacket on and too cold with it off.
“Dean?”
Dean blinks and realizes that he’s been standing still, leaning on the handle of his shovel and staring at Cas, for a minute or so. “Yeah. Just. Daydreaming.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “You better be doing your share.” He takes step forward, joking at intimidation, but his footing doesn’t catch. There must be an icy patch on the bricks because his heel flies up and Cas goes down, straight into the bank of snow that he’s shoveled up.
Dean loses it.
Through his laughter, he does shuffled over and help Cas to stand, but he doesn’t stop laughing to do it. “Oh man,” he wheezes, dusting the snow off a less-than-pleased looking former angel of the Lord. “I’m sorry, buddy, that was just... The way you just hit the deck...” He trails off into more laughter, leaning over his knees as he does.
Without a moment of hesitation, Cas reaches over and shoves him directly into the snow himself.
As Dean shouts about the indignity and tries to right himself, Cas just gives a haughty shrug. “You should show me some respect,” he says before finally putting an end to Dean’s floundering and helping him up.
“Dirty tricks,” Dean comments. He’s frowning but it’s mostly in play because Cas has a wide grin on his face, appling his red, red cheeks. “You need your hat back on, babe.” He reaches over to the steps, where the yellow-and-black knit beanie lays. Sweeping the snow still clinging to Cas’s hair first, he tugs the hat on for him. He’s sure to cover his ears that have gone red and bitterly cold at the tops.
“Thank you,” Cas says and it’s sweet and warm, his breath misting between them.
“C’mon.” Leaning in, he presses their noses together and can’t help but grin when Cas wrinkles his. “Faster we finish this, faster I can make you some hot chocolate for a reward.”
“I would like two marshmallows,” Cas declares as he picks up his shovel again.
“You get as many marshmallows as you want.” And Dean thinks of that as they power through the last bit of work. He thinks of hot chocolate and marshmallows. He thinks of how Cas’s kisses go slow and explorative when they sit in front of the fireplace. He thinks of this domestic work and this domestic life they’ve built together and how happy he is to have it.
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Precious Angel
Characters: Castiel x Winchester!Reader, Dean, Sam, John (mentioned), Mary (mentioned)
Word Count: 1,735
Warnings: ANGST. Self hate, mentioned of suicide (if you squint. Maybe one line about it), seriously, this is dark and if you’re struggling with depression or from self hate and it’s severe for you, please read with caution. 
Request: Can I request a Castiel x Winchester sister imagine? Cas has been dating reader for a few months, and one day he hears her thoughts about herself in her head. And this saddens him because the girl he loves more than anything thinks so poorly of herself. So one night when she's lying in bed he comes in to hold her and says. "The things you tell yourself are not true, you are the most precious of my fathers creations." The quote will be bolded in the fic
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The life you live wasn't the best one. You hate to admit it but you hated yourself. The way you look, talk, laugh, feel; it was like you questioned whether or not you deserved the people in your life. Your mom and Dad were gone and all you had was your two older brothers and Castiel.
You were a Winchester but you didn't feel like one. To be a Winchester, you were supposed to be fearless, brave, and confident but you were scared, shy and a loser. Or at least to you, you were. You couldn't even get imagine what Sam or Dean thought of you.
You were born 2 years after Sam was to another woman. She didn't want you and left you with John. John always picked on you and yelled at you when you did something wrong. Dean was the perfect child and Sam, even though he left for college, John loved his boys because they were his and Mary's. You weren't Mary's daughter and that is why you thought he hated you.
You never knew your mother but she died, you found that out from John when you asked about her. Everything that happened to you, it was your fault. You blamed yourself for everything bad happened bad when something good came along, it was always blessed by Sam or Dean. Never you.
You felt like you were always compared with the boys because they were older and better than you. You weren't the best hunter or the best sister but you tried. No matter how hard you tried, you weren't good enough. You tried leaving them but you couldn't live on your own.
You weren't a good enough hunter to hunt alone. You were almost always used as bait for monsters. Time and time, always Sam and Dean told you that they loved you but you never believed them. You hated you and you assumed everyone else did.
Just like now, you were standing in front of your mirror, tears running down your face as you stared at yourself. You were overweight, your hair had split ends, you had a few acne here and there, your nails were short and stubby, your thighs were too big, your nose was too small, your eyes were too far apart and every flaw you saw in between stood out.
Castiel was the only one who didn't see them. He asked you out a few months ago and you thought it was a sick joke your brothers set up but he was genuine. At least with Cas, your imperfections went away for the moment but came rushing back in when you came back home. You loved Castiel but he could do so much better.
I don't know what Castiel sees in me. I'm fat, ugly, and my brothers could do so much better without me around. Why am I even here?
Of course, you were too chicken to do anything about it and you lived every day in misery. Of course, you laughed and felt happy but at the end of the day, you weren't happy at all.
"Y/N! Breakfast is ready!" Sam called out for you. You sighed and reluctantly walked to the kitchen. You saw Dean at the stove, cooking and Sam was by the table, reading a lore book. Castiel smiled when he came in but quickly frowned when you sat next to him.
"Here you go, kid. Enjoy." Dean handed you a plate and you stared at the delicious food.
Don't eat it, Y/N. you don't need the extra weight. Missing one meal won't hurt you.
You pushed away the plate and smiled kindly at Dean.
"Thanks, Dean, but I'm not hungry." You bit your lip and Sam look up at you in confusion.
"You love his cooking."
"I know but my stomach isn't feeling too well. Eating would make it worse." You lied. Sam nodded and shrugged, content with the answer.
"Are you okay?" Castiel said. He grabbed your hand but you took it away, not wanting Castiel to be sadden by you.
"I'm fine." You smiled. It was the Winchester way to lie about how you feel. You just hoped that they wouldn't see right through it. You looked away from Cas and looked at Sam. He and Dean were so perfect in everything they did. You didn't know how you were related to them. They got the good looks and the brains and you got trash because that is what you were.
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Sam finally found a case and when you were all done with it, you three definitely need a drink. You haven't eaten anything in a couple of days and you were starting to feel sick. But you needed to do this if you wanted people to like you.
You and the boys were in the bar, drinking and laughing; except you. You looked at Dean to see him flirting with the cute bartender and her flirting back. You looked over at Sam to see him talking with a nice girl, smiling and laughing. Of course, they were always hit on and you were never looked at twice. You still thought Castiel liking you was a joke and any minute, he would laugh at you and break up with you.
"Are you okay?" Castiel said.
No I'm not. I hate myself.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Cas. Why?"
"You seemed a little distracted, that's why." Cas nodded. He had no reason to drink. He was an Angel, he didn't get drunk unless it was a lot.
Please, I'm hurting and I need help. I don't know how to stop. I hate what I see and I need your help.
"It was just the hunt. It kicked my ass." You finished off your beer.
"You did really good out there." Cas said with a smile.
Yeah right. How can you think that? I just get in the way. I'm clumsy and I get everyone hurt. Sam and Dean would be better off without me.
"Thank you. I didn't do much, really. It was all Sam, Dean, and you." You chuckled a bit.
Yeah why would I be any good?
"You were a big help." Castiel smiled but you could sense sadness in his beautiful blue eyes.
 Even your boyfriend is hotter than you. He could do so much better. You're holding him back. Just do everyone a favor and leave.
"Are you okay?" You asked, genuinely concerned for him
"Yeah I am." He said without a smile. You nodded and looked over at Dean who was making out with the girl.
Why doesn't Cas want to make out with me? We've been dating for a few months and we've only kissed a few times. We haven't had sex yet. Why would he want to see you naked? It's not a pretty picture. Does he hate me? What am I thinking? Of course he does. Everyone does.
You rolled your eyes and looked at Castiel.
"I'll be right back." You got up and walked over to Sam.
"Sam, I want to go home." You pleaded with your older brother.
"Oh, are you okay?" He asked with concern.
"No, I'm not feeling too well." You lied smoothly. He nodded and excused himself before going to Dean. You decided to walk back to Castiel and gave him a smile.
"We should go home." He nodded and got up, placing a few bills on the table. He wanted to be polite and pay for his drinks. You left there pretty quickly with only Sam and Cas. Dean wasn't going to join you.
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The minute you walked into your room, you were in tears. You hated the negative thoughts. They always drowned you and it was always hard to breathe. You ripped your shirt off and let the tears fall freely. How can anyone see the good in you when you couldn't? How can you expect Cas to love you when you didn't love yourself?
You fell on your bed and cried in the pillow. No one understood you and you didn't expect your brothers or even Cas to come close to understand how you felt. You didn't know how long it was until you passed out from the tiredness.
"Y/N." Castiel gently shook you. You felt the bed dip and an arm wrap around your stomach. Your eyes widened when you felt the familiar hands on you but you pushed him away. He shouldn't touch you there. It was all fat and disgusting.
"What are you doing here?" You said without looking at him.
"Please look at me." He said softly. You gulped silently and reluctantly turned around. Were you in trouble? Was he breaking up with you?
"The things you tell yourself are not true, you are the most precious of my father’s creations." Castiel said, placing a hand on your cheek.
"Cas, you could hear what I thought?" How stupid were you? Of course he could. He was an Angel.
"Please, it makes me sad to hear those thoughts from your head." He said with a frown.
"Cas, that's how I feel and there is nothing you could do to change it." You did, sighing to yourself.
"There may be nothing I can do to change it but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try. You mean a lot to me and it makes me sad to hear such thoughts come from that beautiful mind of yours. If only you could see what I see." Cas sighed. You got tears at his words.
You stared into his eyes when you saw them light up so they were a brighter blue than normal. You gasped when you felt his wings envelope you in their warm embrace. You looked around to see blue magic swirl around you and you felt a lot better than you have in a long time.
"You are my precious Angel and I will do everything in my power to make you understand that. You are no worse than your brothers. In fact, I think you're more special. You light up the room and when I look into your soul, it is very beautiful. It is broken but nothing a little magic can't fix." He smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead. You were crying now because you realized you may be self-conscious but you'll always have your Angel with you.
And sometimes, that's all you need.
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