#now that's how i would fix spn to bring it back huh

[castieldelamancha]

Dean wakes up suddenly, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, he struggles to get his breathing under the control and he shivers, his sweaty skin cooling down as the covers pool down at his lap.

"Dean?"

The worried call for him is followed by a hand pressing against his sternum, another one finding his shoulder blade.

"It was a bad dream, that's all, you are okay." Dean takes a deep, shuddering breath, he knows it was a dream, but it had felt so real anyway, "that's it," Castiel takes one of his hands, his fingers carefully closing around Dean's wrist and pressing his palm against his own chest, mirroring the way Castiel was touching him just a moment ago, "breathe with me."

He takes in another breath, it's easier this time around, as he follows the fall and rise of Castiel's chest, steady, solid, "you weren't there." He says, and he knows it doesn't make any sense, but Castiel simply listens, moving them around a bit, he leans back against the headboard and, using the arm he has around Dean's shoulder, he gently gets him to lay down against him, his head on Cas' shoulder.

"I am here."

Dean doesn't seem to hear him, still slightly agitated, "I was dying, a hunt gone wrong," he huffs out a bitter laugh, what a fucking ridiculous way to go, especially after saving the world, "vampires, I think, it's all getting kind of fuzzy now," he frowns, Castiel scratches his scalp, lightly, " Sammy was there, and I was dying, Cas, and I," he clears his throat, "I died, I guess?" Castiel's hand finds the one Dean has on his chest, he interlaces their fingers together.

"Nothing of it was real." Dean wonders if this is a reminder for him or if Cas is also talking to himself.

"I know that, but I was in Heaven, and Bobby was there," Castiel hums, "and it's like you hadn't come back after we took care of Chuck," and Dean reminds himself Castiel did, in fact, come back to him, that it all happened years ago, and that, ever since then, they have been together. "You weren't waiting for me."

Castiel kisses the top of his head, and Dean has calmed down already, but he isn't in a rush to break this embrace, even if he feels a bit guilty for keeping Cas awake, "see? That's how you know it was a dream, I would have done everything I could to save you, and if I had failed to do so I would have made sure to be the one to welcome you."

Dean nuzzles Castiel's shoulder, "I know," he mutters, "I know you would." He adds, more firmly, completely convinced of what he is saying, his faith in Cas unwavering.

Castiel's hand leaves him, his fingers closing over his chin instead, tilting his head up, tenderly, Dean looks up at him and Castiel searches his face for a moment, looking deep into his eyes, "we are together now," he presses a kiss to his forehead, "I love you" another kiss, right between his eyes, "always" he kisses his lips, a brief thing that warms Dean to the core.

"Love you too, Cas."

#now that's how i would fix spn to bring it back huh #destiel #thanks for coming to my ted talk #fix it fic #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨ #post finale #post s15

[curioussubjects]

SPN and Going Forward

Hi, guys, ugh. So we’re still here, huh? After spending most of the night talking and talking with polol folks, being in my feelings, see the shitshow on twitter, I have cried, laughed, and been in utter disbelief. I’ve been a lot angry, and I’ve betrayed and fooled. Really very very confused. Suspicious. Then I laughed some more at the sheer 2020 energy of this finale. Now that I’ve actually gotten time to process the bulk of my feelings and gotten some sleep, I want to address a couple thing about my stance on the text, what went down, and what you can expect from me here on the blog. 

First, I want to thank y’all again for the love you’ve sent my way. Thank you. I said weeks ago that if all went to hell in a handbasket, we’d get each other through it and I meant it. I mean it still. Supernatural, more than ever, belongs to us now. The finale can’t ever take that from us, and it can’t take the community we built from us. That’s how we...well, carry on. Not in honor of how Supernatural ended, but in honor of all that it did before. Of all the good memories we created, the ideas, the stories, the friendship, and the laughter we shared. If you hurt too much to stay, that’s ok. If you ever want to come back, we’ll be here waiting. SPNfamily only ends if we let it, and I for one don’t plan on giving whoever is behind this finale the satisfaction, which brings me to my next point. 

The finale sits at the end of s15 awkwardly. It doesn’t fit the emotional narrative. I can’t believe I’m saying this but 19 actually hits the emotional brief much better. 19 could arguably have a metanarrative purpose. I could understand the point of 19 in a way I can’t for 20. This is all to say I don’t buy that this was authorial intent. Compare the structure of 20 to anything else this season. It doesn’t fit, it’s sloppy, and the pacing is weird. And none of the emotional beats are there when they have been featured expertly since day 1, not only of s15, but all of Dabb’s run. This is all to say that my blog will not be a space that will engage in dunking on Dabb or Berens or Glynn. I simply will not do that because I’ve seen their other work and the finale was not it. If new info comes to light, then that’s that, but I have no reason to believe the finale was the conclusion to the story they wanted to tell. 

I have no idea how or why we got here. There’s a lot of rumors floating around, and we all want someone to blame. There’s a lot of information that doesn’t add up, and I sincerely hope one day we learn why Supernatural ended like it did. I hope we get to see what the writers envisioned. I’m personally inclined to place my blame on corporate meddling, but I have no evidence of that beyond that’s usually where fuckery comes from. We’ll see what unfolds, if anything does. 

Moreover, I want to say that I stand by every piece of meta I’ve written and engaged with. Last night I said that the finale did hit the mytharc brief, and, largely, it did: we got a restructured heaven that allows souls to be their true selves. Peace and freedom. The eternal sandbox. I appreciate that whatever happened, the writing team gave us the ability to take back the narrative and fix it because they weren’t allowed to. Philosophically, s15 delivered what is set out to, and I’ve always been a fan of that vision. I still am. I’m not upset over Dean’s death because as I’ve said all along: death is an illusion. Real life, true life, is the life of the soul not of the body. However, I understand that I have my own spiritual philosophy allowing me to exist so easily and happily with that conclusion. I don’t begrudge anyone who can’t. I always figured the finale would have to be very careful in how it delivered that plotline to make it work for an audience that isn’t already plugged into the philosophy. I meant that, but I also ask for understanding for those of us who do live that philosophy; we are allowed to be happy about the mytharc conclusion. 

The character narrative, however, was shamefully dropped. None of our characters got the emotional catharsis they deserved. I’ll maybe write about some of that one day, and I’ll definitely engage with the writing of others about it. Supernatural shined not because of its mythology, but because of its characters. The finale failed because those characters were erased and denied the last leg of their journey. They got their reward in heaven, I suppose, but there’s no satisfaction in off-screen resolutions. Our character-driven beats were absent. That’s why it hurts so much. And that’s why despite my loving of the mytharc, the episode itself is a bust. Our characters deserved better. Supernatural deserved better. 

It’s our sandbox now.

#spn spoilers #supernatural #spn #my writing #long post #polol #gonna laugh at memes now because humor is my coping mechanism

[sobsicles]

Opening Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @dont-offend-the-bees - thanks! ill just do my spn fics and not any ive co-written because i didn't start the first chapters for those, though they're very good (Season Z and The Bad Santa Clause, respectively, that are fics written by a group of many amazing authors!)

Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees. — six hundred sundays (and many more)

Why did the curtains have to be yellow? — i want to do with you (what spring does to cherry trees)

In a bar on a Tuesday morning, it's a few months out from the final shot at the world ending. But hey, Chuck's long gone, and everything has worked out for the best, and the world keeps right on turning. Funny how that goes, huh? — dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)

There are certain moments in one's life when things go exactly as planned. It's like the stars align and the skies open up to reveal rays of sunlight and, against all odds, everything seems to be in perfect harmony. This is a phenomenon that Dean is genuinely not accustomed to, as it doesn't really happen for him. — finding hope (and finding him)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. — break the skin (to break the barriers)

The first time Dean and Cas kiss, it's not even really a kiss at all. It is, in fact, mouth-to-mouth. — a kiss for every season (literally)

The brass chip slides back and forth in a small path across the leaning desk Bobby has had for years and still hasn't gotten around to fixing. The chip reads: To thine own self be true. Unity. Service. Recovery. — separate ways and sleeping dogs

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't. There's just enough human-esque nuances to it that keep it feeling like life rather than death, and he's thankful for that because he's got the smallest inkling that he should have gotten to live a little longer than he did. — oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith

So, the first thing that happens is Castiel comes back. It's at a pretty inconvenient time, considering the amount of pain Dean is in and how close he is to being dead. — things happen (they do, and they do, and they do)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. — what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now)

It's different now, no matter how much they're pretending it's not. Mostly out of self-preservation, because sometimes their sanity is hanging by a mere thread and it's so obvious that they simply have no choice but to fake it 'til they make it. They've done a lot of that through the years, practically crafted it into a fine art, but this is the best performance yet. — according to all known laws of life

Time is different here. — what they deserve (it's better this way)

The first realization he remembers having is that the stars are oddly bright from where he lies sprawled on his back. The second, of course, is that there are troubling sounds coming from some vague point to his left. He supposes that's fair—vision and auditory processes are usually the first thing people make sense of when they wake. He knows that much, at least. Not much else, though. — Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You)

Dean would think that a failsafe like this wouldn't exist. It doesn't quite add up in his head when he sits down and thinks about it, but Sam assures him over and over that it's well within the realm of possibility for the Men of Letters--supposed smart people--to come up with something as stupid as this. — home is where the heart is (and you have mine)

The blackbirds start singing a dawn. — profoundly bonded (by law)

So. So, the thing about desperation, and want, and desire, and how it controls, is that it's all bullshit, and Dean wants absolutely no part in it. — staring at ceiling in the dark, same empty feeling in your heart (love comes slow and it goes so fast)

Cas wasn't a music fanatic of any kind, Dean knew this firsthand. Sure, he listened to whatever Dean was listening to, or whatever was playing in the car on long trips. But he never went out of his way to listen to music in his spare time. — listen to the song in my soul (only you can hear)

All things considered, Castiel found solace in the fact that his life couldn't get any worse than this. — Just A Touch

There were a few things that were known about Dean Winchester, undeniable things that hadn't wavered once in his entire life. — a helping hand (let's not be friends)

Dean was merely ten years old when he discovered that bridges didn't close the gap between two worlds. — The Bridges We Built

insane to me that none of these opened up on dialogue. i don't open up with dialogue that often, as it turns out. also, most of these fics are dean pov. only three of these out of twenty are cas pov (1, 12, 18). my personal five favorites out of these: 3, 5, 10, 14, 15.

im supposed to tag people, but like, i want anyone who wants to do it to do it! if you see this and want to do it, definitely do so! tag me if you do; i'd love to see your answers!

#sobs says things #sobs adventures in writing #this is a fun lil thing to do actually #just something to pass the time #plus it's informative about my own writing so that's interesting #destiel #destiel fic

[touchstarvedsam]

So.... what are your thoughts on spn 11X17 "Red Meat"? 😉

An anon after my own heart! Brace yourselves, it’s a long one, sorry.

Red Meat is my comfort episode. I watch it when I’m feeling down, or when I need an escape. Sometimes I forget that Andrew Dabb is one of the writers because the episode is so brother -- and Sam in general -- positive. It’s definitely one of my favorite episodes, one that I will never get over. It’s one of those episodes that if I see anything about it on my dash, it’s an immediate reblog.

So, let’s recap, highlights mostly, yes?

The episode literally starts out mid-battle, which is cool on its own, but Sam is so incredibly badass. His high kick, and then headbutting the werewolf, just-- GAH. I can never get enough of badass Sam Winchester, okay?

Sam gets shot within two minutes, and if any of you know me, you know that hurt!Sam or Sam whump of any kind is my motherfucking jam. He’s my favorite character, whom I’ve loved for half of my life, and any time he’s in anguish it brings me life. Not because I enjoy seeing him hurt, but because I love when Dean worries about him.

Dean kills the werewolf that shot Sam before Sam even hit the ground, then he was at Sam’s side and digging the bullet out. Dean worrying about Sam literally feels like my life force repleting.

I also love how the scenes are played out of order. I like the aspect of that. Flashing back to Sam telling Dean about the case and Dean being reluctant. Their roles really revered, huh? It used to be Sam saying they should continue with hunting down the big bad and not going on random hunts, now Sam wants to keep on saving people on those random hunts, to keep them busy when they’re stumped on how to beat the current big bad.

In the second cabin, Corbin suggests they keep going “those of us who can” and Dean whirls on him so fast with the “what’d you say?”

Pure, unadulterated, protective big brother. The you suggest we leave my brother, I’ll fucking kill you big brother look. The I know over a hundred ways to kill a man big brother look. The no one fucks with Sammy big brother look.

Dean shoves Corbin, then, ever the selfless man Sam Winchester is, Sam suggests they leave him, get Corbin and Michelle to safety, and then Dean can come back for him. Dean’s reaction, again, is pure big brother and I love it so much. He wants to carry Sammy. My whole heart. T.T

Dean fighting with branches sticking off a tree trunk, angrily hitting the tree, then stopping for a moment to breathe and calm himself because he knows losing it won’t help Sam.

Calming himself down before he gets back to the cabin. T.T

Sam -- dying, short of breath, wheezing -- begs Corbin to go find Dean so they can leave without him. Sam has never once put himself before others, even now when he should because of how hurt he is, and how much blood he is losing, and still he doesn’t. There isn’t a single character in this show more selfless than Sam, and this episode proved that.

Corbin suffocating Sam, and then Dean walking in to find Sam completely lifeless. I cry every fucking time Dean starts shaking Sam. (Not gonna lie, it gives me Simba trying to wake Mufasa vibes, and that hurts really bad, too, man.) Just, the look on Dean’s face. The heartbreak, the tears...

The way he says “Sammy?” broken, shattered.

Dean making the decision to stay and die fight since it’s because of the werewolves that he lost his little brother. This man literally cannot and will not live without his brother. It’s ingrained in his system, engraved on his bones and in his skin, that he never wants to be in a world where Sam is no longer alive. He can’t physically or emotionally endure that pain.

This is the face of a man who has given up, who doesn’t want to live because Sam isn’t, but right here, I think at the very last moment, Dean remembers that Sam would want him to save these people. So he makes his decision.

“I’m gonna come back for you, okay?” He gives Sam this broken, quarter smile, then says, “I promise.” Then the shaky way he repeats “okay” two more times, then pats Sam on the chest and gets up fucking shatters me in a million pieces.

His last look at Sam before leaving him... with the tears! It literally makes me tear up. This whole episode is just chock full of painful pining.

Dean punches a sheriff! I still don’t understand why he didn’t just say “my brother’s body is in a cabin in the middle of the woods and I need to get back to him” but this is Dean, and Winchesters never really do anything the easy way. I do enjoy him angrily punching a sheriff because he wants to get back to Sammy, though. It’s a highlight, okay.

Then! As if this episode didn’t already give us the gift of badass!Sam and hurt!Sam and pining!Dean! It gives us the ultimate proof that Sam is the Juliet to Dean’s Romeo! It’s canon! Canon, I say! Canon! Dean kills himself with pills to talk to Billie -- to make a deal, to sacrifice himself, anything to bring Sam back -- and roundabout the exact same time, Sam wakes up!

Dean: “Tell the doc to bring me back if she can... if not, no hard feelings.” Dean literally does not care if he lives or dies! He just wants Sam! Be still, my heart. The man pines for his little brother, and his little brother alone.

The whole exchange with Billie:

“We need to talk about Sam.”

“What about Sam?”

“I need him back.”

“Back?”

“Stop playing. Look, you got him, I need him, let’s make a deal.”

“Pass.”

Then we have Dean saying that Sam’s the only one that can stop the Darkness. It just. It feels so good to hear Dean say that, okay. Sam being recognized in any light is just very important to me.

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

“I’m asking you... I’m begging you, please. Bring him back... Bring him back and take me instead.” I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over codependent brothers.

Then! Such glorious, such beautiful, such badass hurt!Sam! Gets himself on his feet and takes on not one, but two werewolves! With all the blood he’s lost, and the immense pain he’s in, he literally fights for his life and wins! There is not a more badass character on the planet, and I would give my life to protect that truth as gospel.

He steals their pickup, gets to the Impala, and calls Dean who literally just heard from Billie that Sam wasn’t dead. Also, can I just say that I really do like Billie? She is cool as all fuck.

Sam practically falling out of the truck is one of my favorite things. His legs move like a newborn fawn as he stumbles over towards the Impala, towards safety and Dean.

The unadulterated relief on Dean’s face when he hears Sam’s voice. God, I love these brothers so fucking much. They love each other so fucking much. I can’t believe Dabb wrote an entire Wincest episode, wow. Such a goddamn gift.

Then the panic on Dean’s face once again when he loses signal with Sam. And honestly the way Sam can even see straight and drive himself to the urgent care is phenomenal in and of itself. Is there anything this man cannot do? I think not!

The Sam saves Dean, shooting Corbin before finally giving in to the pain and collapsing. I will forever love the way he falls to the ground, the way his legs just kind of give out and he just hits the floor is amazing to me. I wish I could make gifs because I’d fucking gif the way he falls. It’s both graceless and graceful at the same time, if that makes any sense.

 “I watched the man I love die... there’s no normal after that.” Dean feels her words more than anyone else, apart from Sam. Because he’s seen Sam die multiple times, and even though Sam is alive, Dean’s still not normal, he’s still not fixed. He gets that. He knows that a part of him will always be broken just because he’s watched Sam die, more than once. He’s never, ever going to be over losing Sam, even when Sam’s standing right beside him. Not to make light of the situation, but this made me think of the “Stop telling everyone I'm dead!” “I can still hear his voice” meme.

Dean helping Sam down the stairs with a hand on his back brings me the utmost joy. If I could gif, I’d make a gif of that, too.

Sam asking what Dean did when he thought Sam was dead, and giving him this ridiculously adorable squinty face!:

His little “I know you did something stupid because you’re making jokes” squint. Always sees right through his big brother.

I’m sorry for the lack of Sam caps. This episode was literally gigantic amounts of pining!Dean. He literally just wanted to be with Sam the entire episode, and Dean’s emotional anguish because he lost Sammy is such an important part of the episode. So many brother moments without the brothers being near each other. I will love this episode until the day I die and even then I will carry it with me into the afterlife to play on repeat forever and ever.

Thanks for the ask, anon! And sorry my post is so long. Red Meat is just really fucking important to me.

#anon #kiri answers asks #red meat #pining dean #hurt sam #badass sam #wincest is canon boys #it's totally fucking canon #romeo!dean #juliet!sam #my heart is content #supernatural #11.17: red meat #favorite episode i swear #my screencaps #sam and dean #wincest #kiri recaps episodes #long post #long post for ts #if y'all want it under a cut just let me know i guess #for all your hurt sam needs

[writethelifeyouwant]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Sam Winchester (SPN) x Spencer Reid (CM)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: implied one night stand, college bar, questionable decision making, flashbacks, Stanford!Sam, virgin!Spencer, making out, grinding, back alley blow jobs

Created for: @spnkinkbingo - TedTalk!Sam | @there-must-be-a-lock 3,500 followers / 30th birthday celebration - Sam x Spencer

Summary: When Spencer comes across a viral TedTalk, he's stunned to see he recognises the speaker.

When he gets into the bullpen that morning Spencer goes through his usual routine. His messenger bag and scarf are dropped onto the desk, jacket slung over the back of his chair, and mug filled with coffee that – thankfully – smells fresh. He holds the warm ceramic tight between his hands, letting his fingers re-acclimate themselves to blood circulation after his walk in from the bus station, while his computer flickers to life and his inbox loads.

After years of resisting the advent of modern technology, Garcia had gotten fed up with him and set up his work email address with a few things to tempt him into reading his emails. Every day he comes in to cute pictures of baby animals - courtesy of the chain between Garcia, JJ and Emily - as well as newsletters from medical journals, physics journals, and psychological studies. Spencer opens today’s email from the TED conference series and sips his coffee while he waits for the embedded videos to load. Last week there had been a really interesting keynote on educational psychology, and he hopes there is something equally as stimulating today.

The headline under the video isn’t particularly enthralling, Top Federal Lawyer Shares How To Win - In the courtroom and in life, but Spencer nearly spits out his coffee when the video thumbnail loads and he recognises the speaker.

Sam Winchester. So he’d gotten into law school then. More than that, he was now one of the top Federal Attorneys in the country, according to the bio in the email. God, he’s young to have that job, he’s only two years younger than Spencer. Even Hotch hadn’t made it that far up the legal ladder by 35. He remembers Sam as intelligent, charismatic, intuitive – all skills that would have gotten him far if he shook the right hands along the way, but still – Spencer is quietly impressed.

“Hey, Pretty Boy!” Spencer hears Morgan’s voice distantly but he’s caught up in memories now.

“Pretty Boy!”

Spencer looks up from his drink and turns towards the sound of his nickname, about to tell Morgan to stop calling him that for the millionth time when he hears another voice shout back.

“Dude, can you just stop? I told you not to call me that!”

Spencer and Morgan both look puzzedly at the stranger who’d just told Morgan off. He has bright hazel eyes, and soft looking, light brown hair and – yeah, Spencer can see why someone might call this guy ‘Pretty Boy’.

“Oh, sorry,” Pretty Boy blushes and shakes his fringe in front of his eyes. “I thought you were Brady. I keep telling the idiot to stop calling me that.”

“I keep telling this one the same thing,” Spencer jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Morgan, shocked for a moment that he’d actually spoken. He wasn’t very good at speaking with strangers in bars.

Morgan claps his hand over his chest in mock hurt, expression teasing. “C’mon man, you know I’m only messin’ with you,” Morgan laughs and ruffles Spencer’s hair. “He is pretty though, in’t he?” he whispers conspiratorially at the other Pretty Boy and Spencer shoves Morgan off him.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my gun on me,” he threatens and Morgan holds up his hands in surrender.

“What like you could hit me?” And before Spencer has the chance to retort, Morgan’s dashed off, back to the table where Gideon is sipping a beer and reading through an open case file.

“So, you usually bring a gun on nights out?” Spencer takes a moment to realise the stranger is talking to him again.

“Oh I, uh,” Spencer stutters under the his open, curious gaze. “It’s not, um, I’m an FBI agent,” his voice shoots up at the end making it sound more like a question than a statement. “So it’s not, you know, illegal for me to–”

“Hey, it’s fine,” the stranger laughs and scootches one bar stool closer to Spencer. “I know who you are, actually,” he admits, ducking behind his hair again. “I was in the careers talk earlier.”

“Oh,” Spencer relaxes a little now he doesn’t have to explain himself but then tenses up again remembering how awkward he’d been during the presentation, and not really wanting to relive that experience if this guy was about to make fun of him for it.

“I uh, I’m Sam,” Pretty Boy – Sam – sticks his hand out, and Spencer shakes it, a little perplexed as to why this guy is still talking to him. “I’m uh, guessing I should call you Dr. Reid rather than Pretty Boy, huh?” Sam tries to break the tension with a joke and Spencer realises he’s still holding Sam’s hand, the skin soft and warm under his, and he’s staring pretty intensely at the guy.

“Um, Spencer,” he manages to choke out as he snatches back his hand and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer,” Sam smiles, genuinely, but with some kind of intensity behind it that Spencer can’t place.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sam,” Spencer tries the name out on his tongue and decides he likes it.

“I really liked the presentation earlier,” Sam says, taking a sip from the beer bottle he has in front of him.

“Are you thinking about joining the FBI?” Spencer asks, circling his fingers around his own glass to give them something to do, to keep them from creeping back along the bar towards where Sam’s are now resting.

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, turning on his stool to face Spencer a little more head on, and giving him a small smile. “I’m pre-law right now, but I thought it would be cool to hear about, I guess.”

“Law is nice,” Spencer nods. “We get a lot of people transferring in from law backgrounds.”

“Did you like the Academy?” Spencer grimaces at Sam’s question before he can help himself. “Oh, maybe not then,” Sam laughs.

“No,” Spencer rushes to explain himself. “I just, when I was there I was still really young, and y’know, people pushed me around a little. I mean, look at me,” Spencer gestures up and down his scrawny body.

“I am looking,” Sam breathes, eyes following Spencer’s hand and dragging across his form. Spencer freezes. Did Sam just… flirt with him? He has no idea what to do with that. He decides to carry on with his previous train of thought instead.

“With a guy like you... you wouldn’t have that problem,” Spencer finishes, feeling himself blush a bit in embarrassment at the lame conclusion. He was not doing a great job at selling the Academy.

“Whaddya mean? A guy like me?” Sam pushes with a knowing grin, that same intensity in his gaze, eyes still roaming over Spencer.

“Well, you, y’know,” Spencer waves his hand in Sam’s direction, hoping that will get his point across, but Sam just sits there smirking at him, waiting. “You’re all tall and, a-and,” his eyes catch on Sam’s shoulders, which are broad, and nicely displayed beneath a t-shirt that’s stretched just a little over the muscles there, “s-strong looking, I guess?” Spencer cringes. God he sounds like an idiot. “I bet you could throw around someone like me, easy,” he shrugs. Sam is still smirking at him, and Spencer takes another drink, trying to cool down the burning in his cheeks.

“You wanna find out?” Sam takes a casual sip of his beer, eyeing Spencer the whole time.

“Find out what?” Spencer’s brows draw together, not following. Sam grins and hops off his barstool, closing in on Spencer’s personal space. Most people might look threatening, doing something like that, but Sam just looks… happy. Carefree, almost – and excited.

“Just how easily I could throw you around,” Sam is still speaking pretty loudly to be heard above the noise of the bar, but he’s pressed himself close up against Spencer’s side and leaned in like he’s whispering in his ear. The feeling of Sam’s breath on his neck is enough to make Spencer shiver, and coupled with the words themselves, Spencer thinks he might just fall off his chair.

Sam pulls back to look Spencer in the eye, and Spencer finally understands what that darkness behind Sam’s irises is – desire, attraction, hunger. Sam’s eyes flick down to where Spencer is licking his lips, a bad nervous habit of his. That desire clouds Sam’s expression even more and he starts to lean down, eyes still fixed on Spencer’s mouth, and a split second before it’s too late, Spencer reaches out and places his hands on Sam’s chest, stopping him short.

“Sorry, I just...” Spencer glances nervously back at Gideon and Morgan who are, thankfully, engrossed in conversation and not paying him any attention. He looks back at Sam and sees the understanding flit across his face.

“Follow me,” Sam checks around them and then reaches up and grabs Spencer’s hand. Spencer makes a small noise of shocked protest but Sam ignores it, leading them around the bar and out a door in the far corner.

They emerge into an ally, dark and shaded from the street lights, and Sam immediately pushes Spencer’s back against the door they just came out of. Spencer stares at him nervously, but doesn’t pull away. This is nothing he’s ever done before. This is what Morgan does, picking people up in bars and slinking off somewhere private to do god knows what. This isn’t Spencer. But Sam’s still looking at him with those bright, beautiful, hungry eyes and Spencer feels something stir in the pit of his stomach that he hasn’t felt for a long time. And as nervous as it makes him, he lets himself admit that he wants this too.

Sam moves closer in, pressing his front against Spencer’s, and he feels solid. Yeah, this guy might be pretty but he could absolutely throw Spencer around if he wanted to. He feels himself shudder against Sam and the fronts of their hips skate against each other, sending a jolt of want to the pit of Spencer’s stomach.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is low and soft, and it brings Spencer’s attention back to Sam’s face, which is only inches away now. “Is this okay?” Spencer nods, pleadingly, and Sam smiles. Sam’s hand comes up to his face and Spencer leans into it. His eyes slip closed as he relishes the warmth, this is more human contact than he’s had in months. And he doesn’t see it coming because his eyes are shut but then Sam’s lips are on his and wow – they feel amazing.

Spencer’s kissed people before but he’s never been kissed like this. Like he’s being devoured. Like he’s everything Sam could possibly want. And Sam is certainly everything Spencer could want. He pushes his hands up into Sam’s hair and pulls him in tighter. Sam moans against him and wedges their thighs together and Spencer swears that when he tugs on Sam’s hair again he can actually feel the twitch in Sam’s pants in response.

Sam is getting harder by the second and Spencer can feel Sam coaxing the same reaction out of his body. He juts his hips forward experimentally and the answering groan from Sam matches his own. Fuck, that feels good. And Sam feels big. Jesus Christ, Spencer doesn’t know how it’s possible for a guy to feel that big through that many layers of clothing and he can’t stop himself imagining how big he would be if he wasn’t trapped behind those jeans.

Sam grinds their hips together again and ducks his head to nip at Spencer’s neck, sucking a spot into the skin that’s visible above his collar.

“Oh my god,” Spencer whines, and he feels Sam grin against his throat, lips twitching in a smile.

“That feel good?” Sam murmurs against his skin, and when he ruts their cocks against each other again Spencer thinks he might die.

“God, yes,” Spencer pulls Sam’s lips back to his and kisses him hard and messy. Sam’s hands drag down Spencer’s chest and rub over his cock and Spencer’s breath actually chokes off in his throat.

“How far do you want this to go?” Sam asks against his lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“I– I want…” Spencer knows what he wants but he’s scared to ask for it. He’s never done this before. The making out with a stranger in a dark ally part, or the more than ‘kissing and accidentally coming in your pants’ part. He doesn’t want to do that. What he wants is to drop to his knees and get Sam’s cock in his mouth. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to say it, so he goes for the next best thing.

Spencer drops to his knees with a thud, and looks up at Sam – panting, waiting.

“Fuck yes,” Sam moans and tears into his jeans, fists his cock out of his boxers and – yeah, he’s big. Shit, Spencer gulps, genuinely salivating at the thought of getting that between his lips. “This what you want?” Sam strokes himself in front of Spencer’s face and he can only nod, fascinated, not taking his eyes off the shiny red tip that is just begging to be sucked. “Alright Pretty Boy, let’s see what you got.”

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[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 5X3 Free to be You and Me

huh oh right they're split up

boy I'm curious to see what's gonna happen

huh open on Sam

like yes, protagonist, but

JESSICA

man she hasn't aged

boy it's nice she's remembered tho

poor Sam and the constant violation of his bodily autonomy

see it's shot like that one lucifer thing

Oh simple man, ok wow

O H CUT TO DEAN

I like this one

Great American Loneliness

Dean canonically knows about twilight

goDDAMN THIS IS GOOD THO

OH MY GOD SAME WAY OF DEALING WITH MUSIC AND THE RADIO OMG

Bedlund started it and they all just liked it so much

CAS!! CAS CAS CAS!!

WHEN DID THEY TALK ABOUT IT

SKSKS HE CALLED BOBBY

O H RAPHAEL

teenage mutant ninja angel

OHDFSAO OH MY GOD

“are you flirting with me” “I’m fucking trying to”

IT’S A TROPE IT’S LITERALLY A RELATIONSHIP TROPE

Cas and his complete sincerity vs. Dean and quips :)

K E I T H ?

o h world peace oof

Sam the Slightly Off kid is SO GOOD

CAS THATS NOT A PLAN

AW HE’S TELLING HIM HUMANS LIE AWWWW

HE FIXES HIS TIE

A W W W W W

the president quip also feels pointed at the times

cas *stares*

THE BADGE THING AWWWW

IT’S THE DEMONS- no no it’s not

aww their dynamic is so good I love it

actual humor just by virtue of people oh my god I love castiel

BOBBY YOU SARCASTIC FUCKER

I do like the dichotomy of like…Sam liked hunting the most but has to give it up(established in the office au) like he’s growing into it

he fucking LOOKS ethereal

“you do” jesus cas

“last night on earth” I’m going feral what the fuck was this

NO HE’S FLIRTING HE’S 100% FLIRTING

S H Y C A S

they’re so fucking funny oh my god I’m cackling

BERT AND ERNIE COMMENT W H Y WHAT WAS THE POINT W H Y

listen…I get it…but also…apocalypse

Sam b ru h

although to be entirely fair, he might be more of a liability

aw I like Lindsay although she’s gonna be…dead probably

CASTIEL OH MY G OD

THE GAY PANIC

HE HAS BLUESCREENED SO HARD

HE IS CHUGGING THE BEER

THE FEAR IN HIS FUCKING EYES OH MY G O D

THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS OH MY GOD

HE LOOKED HER DEAD IN THE EYE AND BROUGHT UP HER ABSENT FATHER AHAHA

oh we’ve got themes of world weary in one way vs naive in one way and also knowledgable of the Universe vs the whole GED thing that gets brought up in fic and AAA

“years” oh no Dean :(

I do like the wandering archetype for him actually tbh

Aw she’s three years sober

“come and get me you little bastard” damn I LOVE HIM

WHELP IT WORKED!

IMAGERY WAS SO COOL

Also Dean hunches over they’re about the same height now

he deflects so Cas is ok aw

THE COMPOSURE CRACK! THE COMPOSURE CRACK!!!!

“It was his idea” * B I T C H *

gOd iS dEaD anD we have kIllEd Him

ah there we got to the lindsay death :(

the ages old “what do when god is gone, would he let this happen”

oH VERY NICE ABANDONMENT ISSUES WITH DEAN

“just cuz shit’s fucked up doesn’t mean you make it more fucked up” VERY NICE

“godless universe” and yeah it be like that

post office sksks

ooo it being lucifer is a Nice Touch

it’s not true but still cool

MY LITTLE BITCH

WHAT HE SAID AHAHA

ah JEEZ HE GOT FORCEFED THE BLOOD N O

and he does hulk out but like…human hulk out

AW DEAN CHECKED ON CAS

MISSING FATHERSSSS AW

“you gotta do what you believe” AWW

“we’re not so different you and I” type beat AW

Dean being happy without Sam is Ouch but also

it’s different with not being responsible for someone

aw he’s happy

nO CAS COME BACK NOT THAT ALONE

PEOPLE CAN CHANGE IS IMPORTANT MESSAGE

Ah it’s luci

whelp that must have been violating

heh vessel bros

“and I’ll just bring you back” IS H O R R I F Y I N G, and worse, it’s set up

sincere villain is so interesting though damn

okok wrap:

1. straining against budget. listen it’s painfully clear that Supernatural wants to be more than it is. Like the fact that they burn through a lot of really popular songs(budget) at the beginning is like. there’s a vision, and it can’t be reached. Although in some cases that constraint ends up for the better(I think my fav example is Misha’s crazy hair), other times it ends up well. But the idea that it wants to be more than it is? I go Feral, I want to Eat Glass

No wonder this is like the Most Fanficced Show

2. simple man. I really liked the mirroring montage. They lean TOO heavily on the radio gag(have it be a tape, have it be SOMETHING else so it’s not the same thing two episodes in a row) but I thought it was a good time passing/show the dichotomy montage

actually speaking of

3. dichotomy!! like we know from the office ep/season 4 Sam is down to fight(always more like John, always more taken in by revenge and pain and power etc etc), and Dean has been reticent, wants a normal life, in both Yellow Fever and office ep, and they had to do the other things. And “Weirder” still, Dean is happy! like yeah Sam is Burdened, but Dean is happy to just…vibe for the first time in his life

ok see it’s different cuz a younger sibling is still responsibility, it isn’t technically equal, so Dean was never able to relax because John’s an absent father. the younger sibling thing

but their dichotomy here was very good, and I liked the simple man was highlighted. Once again, Sam being miserable in a normal life(like he always prolly would have been) but Dean finding himself way from his family.

3. Sam I REALLY liked the wandering archetype for Sam. Him actually going to figure shit out would be interesting, but they never actually have the time, or leave the time, for people to go through with it and it’s a shame! Weird Kid Sam would be so cool to see around in a story

also sidetone, but once you notice how little agency Sam has like…ever…like wow, this kid never had a choice thanks to destiny, and that SUCKS

slowly getting more on the Sam Hype Train tbh

4. Cas listen. Not only is Cas’s grapple with his absent father cool, he’s genuinely funny to be around! Like him and Dean have a fucking fantastic dynamic, he Acts Different than Humans(thanks Misha Collins holy hell) so it’s incredibly clear something’s off and it’s just

like it’s so good to have a character like that, he’s just so cool.

Also…Dean was flirting. that was flirting. THAT WAS LITERALL-

WHY BRING UP BERT AND ERNIE LIKE THAT UNPROMPTED

THE CONSTANT LOOKING AT HIM

See I thought people were exagerrating! Like even Merlin I can kinda see what they were going for sometimes!

WHAT WAS THIS!? IT WAS SO CLEAR OH MY GOD

5. absent fathers. Ok listen. Dean sympathizing with Cas because of trying to find an absent father(ties into the beginning of the show, dad’s on a hunting trip etc) and giving him hope to find him is SO CUTE! Like Dean giving Cas hope because of similar situations! Cas letting Dean finally relax! GOOD

Also I mentioned it, but their dichotomy of like…I think streetsmarts(Dean) and booksmarts(Ig universesmarts tho, he knows a lot of Weird Things) IS SO INTERESTING and COOL and AHH

ALLONS Y

#pawswatchesspn #5x3 free to be you and me #Weird and Other Sam and Cas(although they’re that for different reasons) IS S O GOOD #also Destiel and Spirk are the same dynamic and it’s Really Funny to me

[trexrambling]

‘Till The End

Summary: Sam and Dean reminisce about the past.

Word Count: 1,547

Warnings: mild language, feeeeeeeeeeeels

Request: Sam and Dean are reminiscing and the Nair incident comes up, leading Sam to share some feelings and things he has never opened up to Dean about. And Dean really listens and hears him. If you make me cry a little that would be lovely. - @awesomesusiebstuff

A/N: Hope you like how it turned out, lovely :) It went a completely different direction than I was originally intending...

The worn, bound photo album hit the table with a loud thump, causing Sam to jump slightly. A rise of dust accompanied it, making his nose itch with the onset of a sneeze that he quickly rubbed away with the side of his hand.

“Man oh man, Sammy,” Dean gleefully chimed, pulling out a chair and joining him at the long desk, “you won’t believe what I found.”

“Hopefully the manuscript we’ve been looking for. Or weapons. You know, the whole point of you going to dig through some of Dad’s old storage units?” 

“Even better.” Dean spun the album towards him and cracked open the cover, a wide smile on his face. 

A faded family picture took up the whole first page, and Sam quickly leaned closer. “Is that-”

“Us, yeah.” Dean’s fingers gently traced the worn outline, of John with an arm around Mary and one hand holding Dean’s while Mary cradled Sam against her chest. An offset look filled his eyes before he collected himself again. “But that’s not what I wanted to show you.”

The playful tone was back, and Sam felt a small twist of dread in his gut that instantaneously manifested into a loud groan when Dean’s hurried flipping finally landed on the sought after page.

“How the hell does that photo even exist?” He reached out to grab the book, but Dean hastily slid it from his grasp.

“Careful, Sammy. You’ll bend the pages.”

“Good.”

“This photo is priceless.”

“I’m bald.”

Dean lost his composure then, a loud laugh rolling from his gut. “Oh man, I’d forgotten that I’d taken this when you weren’t looking. To think that this has been hidden from us all these years when we could have been appreciating the glory of-” Dean flipped the photo towards him with a flourish- “my adorable brother Sam in the most stylish of hats-” Dean’s finger tapped the photo for emphasis- “to hide his balding self from his prom date.”

“I hate you.” 

Dean chuckled again, turning the photo back to his viewpoint, “Hey, you started that one, Sammy. Had it coming.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “I put glitter in the vents of your car. I don’t think that merited ruining the social standing of my life in high school.”

Dean glanced up, “It was my car, Sam.”

“I had to wear a fedora I found at the Salvation Army, and then a beanie in ninety degree weather the rest of the year. People kept asking if I had cancer.”

Dean snorted and went back to flipping through the album. Sam leaned back in his chair with a sigh, his mind starting to wander amongst all the details of that year. 

“Hey... do you remember Mrs. Ambrose?” 

Dean looked up slowly, his eyes narrowing, “The old lady that lived a few streets over from our apartment complex? Not really.”

“She wasn’t old, Dean. She was actually probably the same age you are now,” Sam added, a glint in his eye.

Dean let out a hmmmpff, “I remember you being over there more than you were with us most days after school.”

Sam remembered that, too. How she used to help him with his homework, how she convinced him to stay for dinner almost every night, made him lunches for school the next day. How she let him talk about things he was too embarrassed to discuss with Dean, like girls and fears of moving again and how he didn’t want to be a part of their family business when he graduated, all while she knitted in her worn arm chair, nodding alongside his words and offering her insights when she could. He remembered taking her labrador retriever, Macey, for walks and helping her mow her lawn. He remembered her sharing story after story about her daughter, who had just left for college that year, studying at Stanford. And, most importantly...

“You know, she offered to let me live with her.”

Dean visibly froze, halfway through turning a page of the photo album. He closed the cover instead and slowly sat it back down on the table. “She what?”

“Yeah. She said that she wanted to give me somewhere to stay my senior year so I didn’t have to change schools again.”

“Seriously?” Dean’s tone was short now, almost sharp. “And you actually-”

“No!” Sam interjected. He swallowed, rubbed the palm of his hand. “Well...okay, maybe I did consider it. But I knew it could never happen. I knew Dad would never-”

“So you wanted to,” Dean deadpanned back. Sam couldn’t quite read the look on his face - maybe angry, maybe sad, more likely a mixture of both.

Sam sighed, “That was so long ago, Dean. Why does it even matter now?”

Dean shrugged, “You brought it up, so it obviously matters to you.”

A silence stretched across the room, neither brother saying anything. Sam finally reached out across the table and slid the photo album closer to himself, opening the cracked pages and rifling through them until he found a photo he wanted - him and Dean with wide smiles on their faces, holding a sled bound together with copious amounts of duct tape at the top of a snowy hill.

“Do you remember that Christmas?”

Dean’s eyes flitted to the photo, “You’re changing the subject.”

“I’m not-” Sam sighed exasperatedly- “just... do you remember it? How we found that sled in the dumpster and you ‘fixed’ it for us?”

“Hey, don’t finger quote my ‘fixing’. It worked great.”

Sam let out a short laugh, “Dean, it splintered into at least five pieces on the way down that hill.”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up, “Yeah... but it was a hell of a ride.”

Sam nodded slowly in agreement and slid the photo album back to Dean. “You’ve done stuff like that for me my whole life, always looked out for me, even if it was you who got us into the mess in the first place.”

“So why bring up Mrs. Ambrose?”

Sam’s brow furrowed, thinking through how to best articulate his next thoughts. “She... For that short time, it was like I had a mom. Someone to make sure I did my homework and ask me about how my day at school had gone. I don’t know, Dean... I wanted that. I felt cheated from that part of life for so long, and someone was suddenly there, offering it to me with no strings attached.”

Dean nodded, silently listening.

“But... I couldn’t do it. I never could have left you and Dad. Not just because Dad would never have let me leave, but because I knew it was almost summer, and you’d promised to take me on a road trip to see the Spy Museum in D.C..”

“You always were a nerd.”

“We both know you wanted to see the gadgets as badly as I did.”

Dean smiled, “Yeah, maybe. We never ended up making it, though.”

Sam’s jaw clenched sightly, “The case in Saratoga.”

“Yeah. Nasty one.”

Sam nodded and shifted his weight in the chair. “I think... I think that was when I decided to try to make it to college. To Stanford, like Mrs. Ambrose’s daughter had.”

"Huh.”

“Do you still hate me for going?”

Dean looked up sharply, his eyes meeting Sam’s. “Hate you? Sam, I never hated you.” Sam raised an eyebrow, and Dean sighed, “Okay, maybe for a week or two I did. But I think something always told me you’d come back, and until then... I knew you were happy.”

“And here we are,” Sam continued, “living in an underground bunker, three friends to our name, have started and stopped the end of the world more times than the average guy. We’ve traveled all across the country and back to pick up cases, we’ve flown on cursed airplanes and even went on that boat that one time to-”

“Hey,” Dean cut in, “we promised to never mention that again.”

Sam huffed air out his nose in amusement, but let the topic pass. “Hell, Dean, we’ve been to Heaven and Hell, Purgatory and other dimensions of this world. And, after all these years, we still haven’t been to the Spy Museum.”

He’s smiling when he says it, his voice lighthearted, but he can tell by the look on Dean’s face that he needs to say more.

“Dean, you know I wouldn’t trade what we’ve done, what we’ve accomplished, for anything. We’ve come too far to think like that anymore.”

Dean swallowed past the lump in his throat, “Not even for a full head of hair your junior year?”

Sam laughed, rich and hearty, “That is a strong contender.” He reached out and placed his hand firmly on Dean’s forearm. “But no, man. We’re brothers - together, ‘till the end.”

He let his hand rest there for a few moments, giving a small squeeze of reassurance before he got up to leave. His fingers found the photo album, lightly touching the brown leather. “Glad you found this.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, “me too.”

He waited for Sam to exit the room before he found and opened his laptop, quickly navigating to the website for the International Spy Museum. 

Tickets: $26. 

He smiled as he bought two for the week of May 2nd. 

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[cyncity2000]

final hour

(destiel, 1267 words)

He wakes slowly. A gasp of air escapes his lungs before he realizes he’s breathing again. He scrambles to a sitting position, eyes immediately drawn to the angel sitting next to his bed. Castiel stirs, face brightening in relief as he meets Dean’s eyes. 

“Dean,” he breathes. Dean gives him a small, sad smile as he realizes where he must be. He winces as he rolls his shoulders. They feel stiff, as if he’d been sleeping for days. 

“Heya, Cas.” He looks around at his room: he’s in the bunker, in his bedroom. That can’t be right- shouldn’t he be in…

“Heaven,” Cas answers for him. Dean wrinkles his brow as he faces Cas again, pushing the blankets away from his body. He’s unsteady, hands gripping the sheets for balance.

“You already back to readin’ my thoughts again, huh?” Cas scoffs and shakes his head.

“No, Dean. I just know you too well.”

“But…” he swings his legs over the side, feeling a wave of vertigo overtake him as his feet hit the cold floor. He wavers, muscles tensing as he tries to stop himself from toppling to the floor. “Cas, why am I…?” 

“What?” It’s Cas’s turn to frown as he leans over towards Dean. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I mean, I’m-“ he grips the sheets tighter as he straightens more, tipping slightly towards Cas’s concerned face. “I don’t feel...right. Something’s not right.”

“Oh.” Cas opens his mouth. Closes it and looks away. Dean eyes him and gives a little hum of affirmation. 

“Cas. You know what’s wrong with me.”

“Well, I- I’m not sure how to tell you this-“

“Oh, just spit it out! I can take it.” When Cas hesitates, Dean groans and stands up. Cas jumps up as they both realize what’s about to happen. 

“Oh, fuck-“ Dean scrambles to keep his balance, crashing into Castiel and bringing them both down to the hard floor with a loud thump. He only half-succeeds at not crushing the angel with his full body weight, rolling off of him as soon as their chests collide. Cas reaches for him on instinct, catching Dean’s arm as he lands on the floor next to him. 

There’s a pause before Cas opens his mouth to explain, but Dean bursts out laughing before he can. 

“Even in heaven I’m a clumsy fucker, huh?” Cas laughs deep in his chest as he unabashedly stares at Dean. 

“Some things even heaven can’t fix, I guess. But Dean-“ he cuts off as he realizes Dean’s staring back with a soft and slightly dazed smile. “Dean?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you alright?”

“...yeah. A little scared, though.” Cas pushes himself up onto his elbow to get a better look at Dean.

“Why would you be scared, Dean?” He asks slowly. “It’s all over now.”

Dean props himself up too, arm flexing as he tries to keep himself upright. “I know. That’s what scares me a little. But it’s not just that. I…” he searches for the words, wishing they’d finally just come to him as he’d wanted them to for years. But apparently even in the afterlife he couldn’t express his stupid emotions. 

“You’re here,” he says instead, because what else is he supposed to?

“Here? Of course I’m here, Dean. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Dean opens his mouth to explain: that this is heaven, his heaven, and the first thing he wakes up to is Cas, his Cas. That that doesn’t make sense, because why would Cas choose to come here of all places? He was an angel- wouldn’t he have better things to do than sit around waiting for him to wake up? 

Before he says anything, he shuts his mouth. He thinks he might just know why Cas is here, why this is how the afterlife begins for him. Not with Sam, not in Lawrence, but here with his best friend. 

He slowly raises himself to his knees, clenching his abdomen to keep his balance again. But there’s something that just feels different, something that’s keeping his center of gravity just a little north of where it should be. There’s an itch as if he knows he should be doing something but doesn’t know what. 

Cas kneels in front of him, a mysterious grin on his face. He leans in and grips Dean’s head in his hands. 

“If you’d just shut up in that mind of yours for a minute, I could give you all the answers you want.” He can see Dean’s adam’s apple bob as he gulps, unsure of this new closeness between them. But Cas sure as hell isn’t; he’s done waiting. 

He doesn’t wait for Dean to process before he closes the gap, brushing his lips against Dean’s. He feels them tilt upwards into a smile, and then they’re kissing him right back. Cas’s arms wrap around Dean’s waist, both to keep him close and to keep him from falling over.

When they part, Dean looks more relieved than Cas has ever seen before. 

“Let me guess,” Cas quips, “you’ve also been waiting way too damn long to do that.” Dean rolls his eyes and slaps his angel’s arms away playfully. 

“Oh sure, whatever you say, angel.” Cas can’t help but laugh a little at that, but of course Dean doesn’t yet understand why it’s so funny. Cas pulls away slightly, and Dean’s face flips as he wonders whether he’s said something wrong. Cas takes Dean’s hands and squeezes them as he looks his soulmate right in the eyes. 

“Dean. I was hoping everything might be a little easier for you to understand if we at least got that out of the way first. But I have to tell you the truth.”

“The truth of what?”

Cas leans back on his heels. “You’re not just here to be in your personal heaven for eternity. That’s not why I’m here either.”

“What? Then why are you here?”

“To help you.”

“To help me? What does that even mean?”

Cas takes a deep breath. “I know it’s going to be difficult, but I want you to try and stand up again.” Dean squints at him in confusion but soon lurches up to his feet, swaying slightly as Cas follows, keeping his grip on his hands. 

“You’re going to feel weird and unbalanced. It’s been so long I forgot that you would. My apologies.”

“But why, Cas? What’s happening to me? Why…?” He feels something pulling him to the floor again, but now he can pinpoint where it’s coming from. He tightens his hands around Cas’s. “Am I- no. No way.”

“Yes, Dean. You are.” Dean’s eyes are comically wide as he shakes his head at Cas. “No. No, I can’t be. Even after- no, this isn’t possible.”

“But it is,” Cas assures him almost excitedly. “Now, you’re going to feel like there’s a muscle in you that you haven’t flexed before. I know it might feel really weird, but I need you to move it.” 

Dean pauses, searching within himself even though he already knows where he’ll find it. He feels it, tenses a little to test it out, and then he moves it. 

There’s a crackle of thunder, a slight breeze against his face that nearly knocks him over, and then Cas is staring at a spot behind him with undisguised wonder. Dean looks at him, still not entirely sure what’s going on. 

“They’re beautiful,” he says in a breathy voice. Dean sucks in a gasp. 

“...what are, Cas?” His angel looks back at his face, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling as he smiles wider. 

“Your wings, Dean.”

~

This came out of a 2:30am realization that I need this to be how spn ends so I hope you enjoy?? I may also be writing a lil more of this so I can include Sam :)

#ficlet #spn ficlet #my fic #my fics #my ficlet #destiel fic #destiel ficlet #destiel #deancas #spn finale #spn final season #i wrote this instead of sleeping

[dotthings]

SPN 14.20 HOLY F*CKING I AM BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS HERE THAT WAS A GOOD. And a great set-up for S15.

*SNAPS FINGERS*

Let me try for some coherency. I scribbled watching notes.

Cas. :( Well I am not a bit surprise he’s not own with this. I don’t see how else he’s supposed to feel. Or how else Dean would feel. Or how Sam would feel. Sorry if TFW is so inexplicable to some people but they’re all making perfect sense to me. It’s sad but they make sense.

That Dean and Cas argument with Sam in the middle like :0 :| poor Sam, poor poor Sam, imagine having to watch all this intense Dean and Cas, he hates it when they bicker, and this is a real argument. 

“I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. But that isn’t Jack any more.” So there it is, the truth beneath Dean’s walls he put up. None of this is because Dean is cold or uncaring. He is, however, still very angry and still (thinks) that he has to kill Jack. The place Dean lands with Jack in this ep also doesn’t surprise me because I been knew and that makes sense too but it also makes sense that right up the line, he’d think he has to kill Jack and follow that anger. This is an extraordinary situation in fact. Even though TFW have been faced with not-versions of themselves before, they’ve never killed another family member while in that state. And I think Jack’s escalating danger levels in this ep pretty much vindicates why someone might think he has to be killed...even though Jack isn’t evil or malicious still (more on that in a moment).

“Nerds.” “Takes one to know one.”

I was just talking about this about Dean. About his facades and how he used to mock nerds and geeks--still does even now--but is actually the biggest geek and I love that Sam calls him on his nerd qualities. His nerd traits. WHAT HAVE I BEEN SAYING.

So nobody at all can lie any more and the world, as a result, starts tearing apart at the seams. Look SPN, when I said I wanted more emotional honesty...lololol that’s not what I meant. Some lies are necessary.

Oh my god it’s God. Hi, Chuck. (I was spoiled for this, it was still really fun when Chuck just popped up in the alley).

“Jack. He’s a problem.” NO REALLY I HADN’T NOTICED YOU DON’T SAY

Cas was going to see about the cage in Hell. Was he thinking he could put Jack in it?? Was that his alternative to just killing him? 

Jack visiting his grandmother and she calling Jack out on the fact that he lied to them. Oh snap, Jack. You’re sick of all the lies but you told one (for a kindness). Some lies are necessary. You lied to people too.

This episode has some realness here about what holds society together and different types of honesty. Lying is wrong...except 100% blunt honestly all the time would be a complete disaster and there are some lies we need to tell for the sake of kindness, for community, for forgiveness, or it all will fall apart. Which lies are too far and which are necessary. Can a lie hurt but also be for a kindness and be necessary? SPN has had its main characters lie for years. They lie with credit card scams so they can pay for gas and food and lodging. They lie about who they’re secretly working with behind each other’s backs. All of Team Free Will has lied to each other. Kept things from each other. It doesn’t go well for them. Yet here’s an ep showing that some types of lies are necessary as part of the fabric of society.

Dean is sooooo done with God’s bullshit I am laughing. This is also really subversive because yes we love Chuck and his guitar. Chuck singing Fare-thee-Well. Chuck as a likeable (if irresponsible deadbeat dad) figure on SPN. But how benevolent is he actually? And they don’t have time for a song right now, they just don’t.

Team Free Will are still speaking to each other after Cas stormed out. That’s a good sign!

“I built the sandbox. You play in it...but when things get really bad that’s when I step in.”

Uh...kinda. Sometimes, Chuck. Yes he’s intervened a few times. He put Sam and Dean on the airplane. He put Cas back together more than once. He stepped up when he needed do about Amara at the end of S11. So maybe a C+ on actually being there in a pinch.

“Jack is apocalyptic.” Which--self-evident right there in the ep, thanks, Chuck. Oh and can we stop pretending Jack isn’t incredibly dangerous at least? Oh he’s not just dangerous he is world-endingly dangerous. Note I rooted for Jack to be okay, and want him to be saved, but the situation is what it is right now.

It made a lot of sense to spec based on the ep title Chuck was going to show up to intervene and stop TFW from having to kill Jack, and I’m sure with a reference that blatant in that title, Dabb knew that would be the assumption. It made sense. The overturning of that is interesting here. Chuck didn’t show up and didn’t show up and when he finally does it’s to hand them the weapon to destroy Jack. Which at this point in the ep I’m still wondering--but it could be a test. Let’s see what happens.

Oh. Whoever shoots the gun, what happens to the target, happens to them. Aaaand we’re back to Dean with a self-sacrificing plan.

Damn Cas is so damn salty still about the Dean-in-the-box plan I love it. He hates that plan. Now he’s extra special plus cranky because he’s looking now at losing Jack and losing Dean simultaneously. I’ve talked a lot in my posts about Cas’s big love for both Jack and Dean. This is diabolical. Cas could lose them both with one gunshot. Of course he doesn’t want his son to die...but he doesn’t want Dean to die. Save Jack...means saving Dean too. 

I really loved this Sam and Dean scene and while Cas doesn’t get to verbalize what’s going on in his head, Sam certainly gets to vocalize what Sam’s thinking. “I’m the one who brought him back. He burned his soul off to save you and me. You want me to say I’m okay with losing you and losing him all at once. I can’t do that. I’ve already lost too much.” MIC DROP SAM WINCHESTER.

“I don’t feel anything.” There’s the crux of the Jack Problem. He intellectually understands what’s “good” and what’s “bad” but he doesn’t, in his own words, feel it. He’s the most powerful being on the planet and he’s completely hollow inside, lacking true empathy, lacking instincts, strong attachments, an innate sense of right and wrong. That’s...really terrifying. It’s really not at all hateful to Jack to comprehend how scary that combination is. “I want to love you back, it’s just I can’t.” 

This is. Damn. We saw AU Cas in ep 300, what happens when Cas never learned to access his emotions. As an angel, our Cas was taught that emotions were bad, they were a weakness. He was taught not to heed them. To control them. To never be led by his heart or his feelings. But instead of heeding that, Cas led with his whole heart, he often drowned in his own emotions, overwhelmed by them. He has intense attachments and pain and loneliness and fear and even moments of peace and joy. He feels it all. He’s the most feeling angel to ever feel, and how painfully on point is it that his son is now...emotionless.

“You’re my favorite show.” Wow it got super meta in here, Chuck.

“Why does it always have to be on us,” wonders the tormented characters. “Because you’re my guys!” gushes the enthusiastic Winchester fan, God.

I feel so called out right now. I do. While I am certainly in the camp that feels that too much torture porn angst without hope is a weaker story, like many fans, there is a certain catharsis and satisfaction in watching our favorite characters suffer and triumph and keep on going and not let the suffering defeat them.

In this ep Dabb is taking that idea and expanding it out to a walking talking metaphor, embodied in Chuck, who turns out to be a toxic wielder of suffering for his own amusement. Tying to Jack’s lack of emotions, Chuck seems okay with others suffering. It’s not that he lacks feelings, because he gets something from watching these “characters” suffer, but he’s lacking in empathy because he doesn’t seem to care that they’re suffering and in the world of SPN these are not characters, these are real people he’s jerking around making them dance to his angst-buttons for his own enjoyment.

Cas still is clinging on to hope that Jack can be fixed and my heart hurts for him. At this point, I’m still hoping Jack can be...but it’s not looking good.

Jack kneeling in front of Dean to be killed. Because while he’s dangerous, no he’s not evil or malicious. “I understand. You were right all along. I am a monster.” This is just...really sad. I’m sad.

Oh, SPN, you tried so hard, but I never thought Dean would be able to pull that trigger. Also the tragedy of Dean--he didn’t hesitate because Dean had a sudden revelation he wants to live so he’s not going to seppuku the problem after all. No, it’s because he just couldn’t do it to Jack in the end, to his son, who had earned his love and his trust after a rough start. Dean understands that this Jack isn’t the Jack he recently knew and Dean also understands how far gone Jack is and how dangerous. Yet he still can’t do it. This makes perfect sense to me. I could also see how he might have pulled that trigger (and that would have been horrible and it would have hurt Dean so much...and I don’t just mean because of the magic ricochet of that gun...it would be too much. And...it looks like this ep agrees with me on a textual and meta-textual level. Uh-huh.)

"This isn’t how this story is supposed to end.” Chuck, our author, isn’t enjoying the fact that his characters are doing things he didn’t plan on and didn’t intend (which happens during the creative process).

“Pull the trigger and I’ll bring her back,” Chuck offers. “No.” says Dean. “My mom is my hero and I will miss her every day of my life but she wouldn’t want this.”

And then Sam goes OFF. “over and over and over again...losing people we love.”

“This isn’t just a story. This is our lives.”

I am LOVING THIS. I actually clapped my hands with meta-ish glee. 

THE CHARACTERS ARE REBELLING AGAINST SPN’S OWN RELIANCE ON MISERY PORN AND I AM LIVING.

This is so self-critical. On a story/character level, this is amazing for Sam and Dean, who are defying fate, refusing yet again to be jerked around by a cosmic puppetmaster. Sam goes as far as defying the idea that they don’t deserve to be happy. Not in so many words. But he is flipping off the concept that all they are good for is suffering AND I AM SO PROUD and I think Dean gets it too but oh my poor Dean was just willing to commit seppuku and while Dean is rejecting being puppetted around, not for anyone, not even to save Mary, I don’t know if he’s at the place where he sees it how Sam does--that screw you, I don’t deserve to suffer like this open defiance. 

So Sam shoots God. lololol for a hot second there I thought Sam was going to kill God and welp that would have been a plot twist but no, just a flesh wound so Sam is wounded too.

Chuck’s not thrilled his favorite human pets aren’t playing along for his amusement.

“Story’s over. Welcome to the end.”

LIGHTS OUT.

Well. God was the big bad all along. GOD WAS THE BIGGEST BAD OF SPN ALL ALONG.

I was hoping Jack wouldn’t have to die. At least none of his dads had to kill him and the set-up with Jack landing in The Empty seems like he’s not gone forever. WHAT DID BILLIE MEAN “WE HAVE TO TALK.” About what. What is going on.

WHAT IS HAPPENING

IS THAT LA LLARONA

THAT’S BLOODY FREAKIN’ MARY

HOLY CRAP THE SOULS OF THEIR EARLIEST CASES ARE RISING FROM HELL

ALL THE SOULS ARE RISING FROM HELL

WE ALL SPECCED HEAVEN WOULD BREAK AND THE SOULS IN HEAVEN WOULD GET LOSE AND INSTEAD IT WAS ALL THE SOULS FROM HELL THIS IS AWESOME

SAM AND DEAN AND CAS!! TEAM FREE WILL ARE BACK TO BACK TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS SURROUNDED BY ZOMBIES I WISHED FOR A MOMENT LIKE THIS FOR YEARS. TEAM FREE F*CKING WILL. ALSO A FINALE THAT HAD ALL THREE OF THEM UNITED. THANK DABB.

#Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Jack Kline #Chuck Shurley #spn #supernatural #spoilers #meta #Team Free Will

[1000roughdrafts]

Like Brothers

Summary: The night before this story takes place, you decided to leave your abusive, alcoholic boyfriend for good. Working on the set of Supernatural, you aren’t surprised that Jared and Jensen pick up on your new emotions. When they ask you what’s going on, their brotherly love kicks in. 

A/N: Hope you enjoy this :)  @spnsongchallengebingo

Warnings: angst (I think?), sad reader, (does a supportive J2 count as fluff?)

Pairings: none, general    Characters: Jensen, Jared, Reader, SPN cast (mentioned)  

Word Count: 1,775

Square Filled: My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

You are leaving your trailer to head back onto set, already running late when your phone rings. Frustration fills you, especially after looking at the caller ID. Derek, your ex, calling for the fiftieth time today. No, that’s not a figure of speech with him. He’s literally called you fifty three times in the last eight hours, asking what he’s done to make you leave. 

Reluctantly, you answer in an attempt to tell him off. “Derek, if you call me one more time -” 

“Y/N, listen to me. Can we just forget about it? I was drunk! I didn’t know what I was doing!” 

You roll your eyes, continuing to walk onto set, smiling at Jared and Jensen as they walked past with Misha. Jared tilts his head at you, with those puppy dog eyes and you know you’re caught. Soon, they’ll be asking questions. 

“You call me one more time and I will be calling the cops. Do you understand me?” You bark as soon as the boys are out of ear shot and then hang up, turning your phone off completely.  

As you walk into wardrobe, you look at the options that have been laid out for this take. You know you’re lucky to have a long term roll on the longest running science fiction show out there, especially as a woman. After suffering through the makeup and getting on your outfit, you head out onto set. 

“Y/N!” Flipping around, you see Jared and Jensen jogging to catch up to you, already in their Winchester attire. The two of them look you over in a Castiel-type of way, like they are scanning for injuries to heal. 

You squint your eyes between the two of them, “what?” 

“Is everything okay?” Jensen softly asks, leaning his head towards you and keeping his voice soft. He’s generous in that way, doing what he can to not involve other people. 

“Everything is fine, Jensen.” You try to force a smile, but your eyes are too watery for credibility. Jensen’s head tilts at you, folding the corners of his lips up just slightly into a sympathetic smile. You sigh, dropping the facade, and looking at your feet momentarily before glancing at Jared. 

Lowering your voice, you take a small step closer to the two of them. They bow their heads down as you whisper. “If I talk about this now, I’m going to cry. If I cry, I’m going to mess up my makeup. If I mess up my makeup, we have to wait to do this take while they fix it and I just want to get this over with, don’t you?” Without giving them a chance to respond, you turn on your heel and head onto set. 

Blowing through the scene is easy. Your character was a new angel, the first human to be changed into an angel without a possession. Y/C/N lost her memories of being a hunter, of being with the Winchesters and of being human all together. In essence, your character was born again and fighting against Misha’s character for him spending time with the Winchesters. As a new angel, Y/C/N didn’t understand why Castiel was seeking out help from them. 

With all of your pent up anger about your ex, some of the punches that were supposed to be orchestrated, you’d accidentally followed through on. Misha was understanding, he’s dealt with it in the past and confided that you hadn’t hit him that hard. The scene ended with Y/C/N getting a few of her memories back, and with a few more scenes for Jared and Jensen to run through you gather up all of the stuff from your trailer to make a clean get away.

“Hey, Anne,” you whisper to one of the PA’s. She turns to look at you, eyes wide and mouth full of the bagel she holds in her hand. You let out a soft chuckle, holding up your hand, “you can eat. I just was wondering if you would book me a hotel room. My phone is dead and I don’t have a charger.” She nods her head, taking a peak at the watch on her wrist. Patting her shoulder, you smile and sneak out to your car. 

As soon as you shut your door behind you, you unleash all of your emotions as the tears rush down your cheeks. You cover your face and slouch down in your seat. With a shaking hand you try to reach behind you for the seat belt, but the stirring in your stomach drops you against the steering wheel. A few minutes pass before you hear a tapping on your window. Jolting up, you rapidly swipe your hands across your face in an attempt to clear the tears away before rolling down your window. 

Jared leans to a crouch, while Jensen drops his hands to his knees and leans towards you. “Y/N,” Jared coos. “Please let us be here for you. We know what happened and we just want to help you.” 

A few fugitive tears fall down your cheeks, “how?” 

Jensen helps himself to opening your door, forcing Jared out of the way. He gently grabs onto your arm and pulls you to your feet. “He called us, the director, and one of the PA’s demanding to know where you were.” 

Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. “What? He did?” A heat fills you, your eyebrows turn down and you reach into your pocket to whip your phone out. Jared rips it out of your hand, putting it into his pocket. “What the Hell, Jar?” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I care about you too much to let you lose your temper with him,” he shrugs. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna help you. We’re gonna deal with this together,” Jay says in a comforting tone, but when you look up at him he’s throwing his tongue around his mouth, eyes full of anger. His face is tight as he grabs you and pulls you into him. You can feel his arms tense around you, and his chest tighten. You can’t help but to break out in tears again, wailing into his chest as he strokes your hair. 

You feel new hands on your back, Jared rubbing his hands up and down for support. Pulling yourself from Jay, you turn to face Jared. Just like Jay, he looks angry, but you can tell both of them are trying to keep themselves contained for you. 

“Let’s go get some food, huh?” Jared suggests. 

You shake your head, “no,” as more tears fall. They’re uncontrollable now. You want them to stop, but the more helpful your friends and co-stars are, the more they come. “I just want to go to my hotel room.” 

“Okay, but you’re not driving like this,” Jared pulls his hand from your back and looks around the parking lot. “How about I go get food and Jay can take you to your room?” 

--- 

Checking in was a hassle you didn’t need. Apparently the hotel didn’t get your reservation, you made a mental note to yell at the PA. Deep down, you know that wouldn’t solve anything and she doesn’t deserve the anger that your ex does. You finally get into a new room, Jay following behind you. You sit down on one of the beds and drop your face into your hand. Jensen coasts along the carpet and sits in the office chair, scooting it in front of you. 

“What did he say to you, Jay?” you ask through your hands. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, rubbing your arm. “It doesn’t matter,” he lulls, continuing to rub you and put a hand on your thigh. 

Pulling your hands down, you frown at him. “It does matter. After everything I’ve been through with him, Jay. After he cheated on me, after he hit me, after he was gone night after night to go drink and pick up girls,” you take in a deep breath through your nose, letting it out in a quick breath. You grab onto Jensen’s hand on your thigh, and look into his benevolently green eyes, “I still love him, Jay.” You take staccato breaths, nearly choking on the air and remaining tears, “so... maybe if I know that it’s not just me that he’s hurting. It’ll, I don’t know, help me get over him. I hope anyway.” 

With a long, ambivalent sigh he speaks out, “he was going on about how he’s his own worst enemy and he’s fighting with himself. How much he truly loves you, but apparently can’t stop himself.” You can see the veins in his neck becoming more prominent, but he keeps his face tranquil. He looks away from you and down at the patterned carpet, his voice is rugged, “he seems to think that just because he doesn’t remember what he’s done to hurt you that it doesn’t count or that he never did it.”

Looking back at you, he takes breaths to cool down, “he’s playing the victim. I know that if you talk to him he’s going to try and turn this around on you and make you feel like it’s your fault. He’s toxic, Y/N, and we’re going to help you get away from him for good.” 

There’s a knock at the door, Jay pats your thigh with a tilt of his head. You reach across the table for a tissue as he opens the door for Jared. Bringing in the food, he sets it on the desk and disperses it among the three of you. 

After taking a few bites, you feel something new, something different. These two were your friends, yes, but they had never gone out of their way to help you like this before. It feels good to have people behind you, people who are willing to help you when you need it. It would seem that these two men who were previously your co-actors, and friends are now two guys you could quickly consider to be brothers. 

Bringing the fork to your mouth, you look up at Jared shoveling noodles into his mouth. You can’t help but to let out a giggle at the way the he’s devouring his food. Looking up to you, mouth full of noodles, his eyes widen, “what?” he mumbles. 

You laugh again, scooting around the corner of the bed to get closer to them. “Thank you guys,” you smile. “For everything, for being there for me, for getting food, for not letting me be alone. I don’t know what I would have done tonight, but this is definitely better.” 

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[notfunnydean]

This is for @spnhiatuscreations

-> week 11: Female Characters

So I cheated a bit, since it's still mainly Destiel. But I love the female spn characters! They are all awesome and that's why they (as always) save the day here :D

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Dean is pretty nervous. He knows that he is safe here, but that doesn’t help his nerves at all. What if everyone would laugh at him? 

It takes another deep breath, before Dean knocks on the door. He is glad the Impala didn’t reveal him, before he could calm down at bit. While Dean waits for the door to open, he thinks about running away.

“Dean?”

Okay, too late now. He nods at Jody and her smiles falters, when she sees that Dean is already tearing up. God, he is an idiot.

“Hello Jody.” Dean whispers and then she is already hugging him. Dean has lean a bit down, but he puts his head on her shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut. God, he had missed her so much. He should really visit more often.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is Sam…?” Jody already asks, when Dean takes a step back. Dean wipes over his eyes and smiles.

“He is alright, Jody. He wanted to stay at the bunker and… you know search for something that can save the world. After J-Jack killed…” Dean stops at that, because he can’t say it. He feels horrible already.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry about your loss.” Jody says and she sounds only sympathetic not as if she is pitying him. Dean knows why he picked her as his second mother. There is nobody treating him like she does.

Like he is the son she wanted. Unlike Mary who needed so much time to accept Dean. Still he is very sad about Mary, but that is not the reason why he is here.

“Thank you.” Dean mumbles and then Jody opens the door and walks back inside. Dean follows her, the house is scarily quiet. Shouldn’t Alex, Patience and Claire be here?

“You want some tea?” Jody asks, but she is already on her way to the kitchen. Dean sits down and wipes over his face again. He really feels at his breaking point by now and he doesn’t know what to do.

Sam is not happy with him either, but with Castiel… he really fucked that up.

“Donna will be here in a few minutes. I have no idea when the girls will be back.” Jody says, when she comes back and puts the tea in front of Dean. They stay quiet for the next minutes, while Dean wonders when Donna moved in and if that means his mums finally got together?

“So not that I’m not happy, but what brings you here?” Jody asks, the worry to clear in her voice. Dean coughs slightly.

While Dean knows normally he can talk to Sam about everything, right now that isn’t really possible, with Sam being still so angry. His next choice would be Charlie, but… for obvious reasons that is not in the cards either.

“I… fucked up.” Dean whispers, hastily drinking some of the tea, so he wouldn’t start to cry over something so silly again. Jody nods.

“Well I’m sure we can fix it.” Donna says and just like that the door opens again. Dean sighs, maybe all the girls could help him. Dean had always had some male friends like Kevin or Benny, but he always thought he liked the girls a bit better.

They are pretty awesome.

“Deanie! I knew I would recognize that car anywhere.” Donna says loudly and Dean even has to smile at the nickname. He gets up, so he can hug Donna as hell and he sees how big Jody is smiling.

“Hey Donna. I missed you.” Dean mumbles, holding that hug a bit longer as well. Donna ruffles his hair and Dean has to chuckle at that.

“Well your fault for never calling, buddy.” Donna says and then she sits down on the armrest on the couch Jody sits on. Dean smiles when he sees that Jody is holding Donna’s hand now. He decided not to say anything, but he sees Jody nodding at him.

“Yeah I know.” Dean says, swallowing the lump in his throat down. Somehow alone the presence of Jody and Donna helps, but Dean still feels like the worst person on earth.

“So what bring you to us?” Jody asks and Dean looks over to the big wardrobe. There are a lot of pictures on it from Jody, Donna and… well their girls. Dean’s heart aches for a family like this. 

“I… I think I broke up with Cas.” Dean says, eyes filling with tears again, because Castiel was the best thing that happened in his life and he was so stupid and fucked it up again. Jody gasps and Donna seems just as shocked.

“Wait you and Cas were a couple?” Alex asks and Dean turns around to see her standing in the doorway. Patience behind her waves hesitantly and Claire smirks. Dean is so glad to see the girls, that he forgets everything for a moment. 

“Yeah.” Dean says and he was really afraid, that maybe Claire would hate the idea, but know he isn’t sure why he ever thought that.

“And you fucked it up?” Claire asks, Alex shoves her for that but Dean nods. Somehow he was always sure that would happen, but not like this.

“I uhm… threatened to kill Jack for… you know and wanted him on my side. He left.” Dean says and then there are the tears again. God he is pathetic. Alex puts a hand on his shoulder, now standing behind him, while Donna holds his hand.

“Hey Dean, it’s okay. I’m sure he will understand, if you apologize.” Jody says, but Dean shakes his head. He had one good thing in his life and fucked it up like this. Of course he loves Jack like a son as well, but he was so angry and…

He doesn’t know what to do.

Even Claire is now stroking over his hair. Dean doesn’t deserve this. He is the one who fucked up. Before somebody can say more Dean, gets something out of his jacket. He puts the little box on the table.

“You… wanted to marry him?” Jody asks and Dean nods, sniffling quietly. He had bought the rings months ago, waiting for a good opportunity. 

“At least you have taste.” Claire grins, when she opens the box. Dean shoves her a bit away, before Donna is already cuddling him again.

Dean knows how badass each of this woman is. Hell he is sure Jody can kill a vampire faster than anyone, Claire  is the most fearless person he knows, Donna can handle every weapon perfectly, while Patience is still shy Dean knows she is awesome as well and Alex… well she keeps them all mostly sane, but Dean also saw how she fights.

Still sometimes, he just needs to be with them. Just for… chick-flick moments. Jody told him ages ago, that would be okay. 

 So he sits back and lets them fuss over him. 

*

“So Dean and Castiel huh?” Donna says when she washes the dishes next to Jody, who is drying them. Jody chuckles.

“Kinda obvious don’t you think. I’m glad he finally told us. Even though it’s only under this circumstances.” Jody answers and Donna nods. They had always seen how their boy looked at Castiel.

“Just glad it didn’t take us this long.” Donna grins and Jody kisses her cheek. Just then the doorbell rings. Donna shrugs and then wanders over to the door.

The girls and Dean are still on the couch, obviously cuddling while watching a movie even though Dean would for sure never admit it. Donna knows how cuddly the boy can be.

“Castiel?” Donna asks, when she opens the door and sees the angel standing there. He doesn’t look much better than Dean, obviously worried.

“I wanted to talk to Dean.” Castiel says, but it sounds more like a plea than a command. Donna isn’t sure what to do here.

“How do you know he is here?” Donna asks and Castiel sighs.

“I know how much he cherishes you all and he considers you family just as much as he does me and Sam, so I thought he would hide here and devour Jody’s food.” Castiel says, a small smile on his face now. Donna almost melts.

“And… Jody called me.” Castiel admits. Donna laughs.

“You are right. But he is… hurt. And I’m sure you are as well.” Donna says and Castiel nods. Jody comes over to them.

“Okay here is the plan…” Jody starts, bringing Castiel to the kitchen and then calling for Claire, glad Dean is still so out of it, that he is almost fascinated with the movie.

*

“Dean?” Alex asks, before she puts a new bowl of popcorn down. Dean looks to her on the other couch, the movie just ended.

“Yeah?” Dean asks back, reaching for the bowl, while Claire tries to do the same.

“But you still love Cas right?” Alex wants to know and Dean’s good mood is just gone like that. He still feels horrible.

“Of course… I wish I could take the words back. I was just so angry because of my mum and somehow I always lose it over her.” Dean whispers, almost hugging himself. He wants to pray to Castiel, ask him to come back, but he doesn’t.

“And you still want to marry him?” Claire asks now, opening the small box with the ring again. Dean nods again. God he had imagined them marrying so many times by now. How he would kiss Castiel in front of their friends, putting the ring on him.

“Yeah.” Dean mumbles, taking the box back.

“And you will help him to find Jack, am I right?” Donna asks, ruffling Dean’s hair again. Who is still looking at the dark TV.

“I would do anything.” Dean says, while Donna nods.

“How about you turn around, Dean.” Jody says and when Dean does, his eyes almost fall out of his head. There is standing Castiel, eyes wide and he watches the box in Dean’s hand.

“Cas?” Dean asks and just as he gets up, Castiel is already hugging him. 

“Yes Dean of course.” Castiel says and he kisses Dean right there. Dean can hear the girls around them cheering, but he focuses only on Castiel. He isn’t sure if Castiel just said yes to marrying him, but for now he is just glad to hold him again.

“How did you…?” Dean asks and Castiel strokes his cheek.

“Well lets say you have the best friends in the world, hm?” Castiel grins, while everyone starts to laugh again. Dean nods.

He knows the ladies are the best thing in their lives. No matter if they help them out on a hunt (and saved their lives more than once) or if it’s about something like this.

Dean can always count on them.

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[thesongthesoulsings]

Evil Doings - SPN One Shot - Dean x OC

She was observing him, trying to find out what exactly was troubling him. Maybe she was wrong in her assumption that something was bothering him, but she didn't think so. Dean tended to stick to himself when thoughts were plaguing him, and that was exactly what he was doing for a few days by now. He didn't talk much, he didn't look relaxed nor peaceful or happy - quite the contrary - he seemed tense and easy to irritate. Lost in thoughts she had forgotten that her eyes were still lingering on him, which lead to her being startled as soon as Dean spoke. "Like what you see?" His voice lacked its usual playfulness and his green eyes weren't looking at her either, instead they were fixed on the book about the evolution of rock music she had given him for his birthday. With a small smile in her voice she answered. "Actually I do." Seeing how a smile formed on his lips, she smiled as well, hoping he would look up from the book. He didn't. "So you're enjoying the book?"

"Sure. Great choice, Asa." Taking a sip from her coffee she decided to join him at the kitchen table. He looked at her - finally! Her brown eyes wanted to analyze his captivating green ones but failed miserably, instead she had the feeling of falling into their depths. Her feelings for him were far from being new, but something in the way he looked at her that moment nearly broke her. He seemed afraid and vulnerable, trying to distance himself. "What is it, Dean?" She finally managed to ask with a voice that resembled a whisper. He took his eyes from her, standing slowly and attempting to leave the room. "Dean!" Her voice was filled with certainty and had found to strength once more, which made him stop in his track. Silence followed - silence that didn't hold for long. The matter at hand was too important to let silence take its triumph. "I know something is wrong and I can't bear it anymore. I'm used to your irrational "I need to hide everything"-behavior but this time my intuition tells me that it has something to do with me. I want to know why you can't look at me any longer. I know I didn't do anything to deserve this treatment, so either tell me what the heck is going on or..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't want to think about this option, but she suspected Dean would want to know how the sentence was intended to be finished. His back was still facing her. "Or?" She sighed designated. "Or you'll have to watch me suffer from our broken bond." He turned around, his face serious, his jaw clenching. "Dean, you can't expect your actions to be free from consequences. We used to trust one another, to laugh, to sing, to just chat and comment on stupid movies. Now you're ignoring me and trying to bring as much space between us as possible. How do you expect me to react?"

"Asa, trust me - if I told you, it would ruin all the things you just listed." Without intending to, her head leaned slightly to the side. Did he do something that would make her furious? Or did he reciprocate her feelings, thinking she didn't feel that way about him? The first one seemed more likely to her. 

"Did you do something that makes you think I'll hate you?" His brows furrowed and the dimples she loved so much appeared, signaling her his disapproval. "No."

Instead of feeling relieved like she had expected, she felt her heart pound - heavy in her chest. It felt like an eternity till she found the courage to say something. The following words may very well change their whole relationship forever. "In that case I think I may know what all this is about." The Winchester she loved with everything she had, raised his brows. "Don't look at me like that!" A smirk - the first one in days - spread across Deans face. "Like what?" The dark blonde beauty could feel her eyes twinkling. "Like it would be surprising if I knew anything at all." Dean seemed amused, his mouth twitching into a boyish smile, his lips pursed. 

"You know that you are one of the smartest people I know, Sweetheart." Crossing her arms under her chest she smiled back, ignoring the heat in her cheeks, before letting seriousness take over again. "I miss you, Dean." Deans hands were in his pockets, eyes on the ground. "Asa..." She interrupted him. "Like I said, I think I know what all this is about and I can guarantee that you are not alone with those feelings." His eyes shot up to her. His face spoke of astonishment and skepticism. "What?" She shrugged apologetically. "I didn't want to ruin what we had. I once risked it, maybe you remember. After that ghost haunt in Georgia? I took you in my arms, relieved that you were alive, and said "I love you". It came over me. When I saw your face and gulping I added "two" , caressed your face and took also Sam in my arms. I thought you would've distanced yourself from me. Although I tend to just put everything on the table, things were different with you - with us." Slowly he approached her, every step of his anticipated by her. The tension between them was palpable. As soon as he stood before her, his hand wandered to her heated cheek. Their eyes locked. "I don't want you to suffer." Her nose reached to touch his, to feel more of him, to create more intimacy. "Was I right in assuming all this was about you developing certain feelings?"

"Certain feelings?" His mouth twitched into a slight smile for the second time in a short period of time. "Well, Dean don't pretend to be unaware of my lacking inclination for romantic talk." His smile grew. "I love you." His voice was soft and the lips that claimed hers afterwards may have been rougher than hers, but they still fell in the category of soft. Soft, warm, dedicated and inviting. His scent engulfed her, making her moan against his mouth, her hands grasping his broad shoulders while her body pressed itself against his. His free hand meanwhile had found to her waist, assisting her with the effort of bringing their bodies as close together as possible. When their tongues touched, it was on Dean to moan. She tasted like the Coffee she had been drinking, like lightly metallic vanilla combined with something that made him think of the summer. She smelled like rainy summer nights under orange trees and - again - faintly warm vanilla. His hand wandered into her voluminous hair, letting her whimper. They had cuddled before - more or less - while watching movies, but never had they experienced the mixture of sensations they could enjoy now. There was not just the unique smell of the other but the taste as well. Dean wasn't the only one aware of that. For the first time Asa got to taste him - her best friend, her year long love interest. The years of waiting had paid off and she savored it - savored him. He tasted like the blueberry muffins she had baked the night before, like something she couldn't quite sort - something entirely Dean that was sweet but slightly bitter at the same time. Intoxicating. He smelled of rainy forests, wet earth and his own fresh sweat. Her falling to her knees was a real possibility. Licking his bottom lip, she brought some space between them - just in time for Sam's arrival.

"There you are! I brought... oh." The younger Winchester seemed to have interpreted the situation correctly, holding both hands in the air, backing out of the room. Dean and Asa had both looked at the door, now turning to face each other again in synchronized manner. As if she had been holding her breath the woman sighed, placing both her hands on her hips. The hunters hands played their own play - one was in his pocket again, while the other ran down his face. "What changed your view of me?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse, his taste still on her lips. He snorted.

"I tried getting you in my bed the first time I saw you at that gas station and you know it." She shook her head. "That changed when we started working together and I told you that I'm not a One-Night-Stand. Why - after all those years?" His jaw flexed, his eyes looking at a point over her shoulder. "You started talking about marrying someday, about having children... The same night that guy at the bar flirted with you and I wanted to break his face. I guess I never wanted to let anything distract me from our business. You know we don't live an apple pie life - I can't give you what you deserve. It's egoistical to bind you to me, but I don't want anybody near you either. You're sweet - God, you're perfect! I'm an asshole that only brings tragedy with him."

"Gosh, Dean stop playing the melodramatic martyr, will you? This whole monologue makes me want to puke. Do you know what is egoistical? Making decisions that are mine to make. We might not be living an apple pie life now, but maybe one day in the future we will. Even if not - my feelings for you didn't change in all those years. Not when you did dumbass stupid shit, not when you were a demon and not when you treated me like crap. I took a bullet for you, Dean! I want you - either you accept what we have or you make us both suffer unnecessarily like the idiot we - admittedly - sometimes are." One intense look of Dean's later she ended up pushed against the wall, his nose caressing the shell of her ear. She could hear him breathing in her scent. "Did you just call me an idiot?" She laughed. "Technically I called both of us idiots, but yes."

"Aren't you a smarty-pants, huh? " She could hear the smile in his words. "Oh, Sweetheart that calls for a punishment, don't you think?" One of her hands glided up his neck and into his hair. "If you want to see justice in this world, I assume so, yes."

"After all that's our job, Baby", he kissed the sensitive spot under her ear, earning himself a gasp on her side. Kissing his jaw with the side of her opened mouth she replied.

"Then let's get to work. I can't stay unpunished for my evil doings."

The End

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[holylulusworld]

Reversed roles

Summary: When a witch makes you and Dean switch places you need to be the strong one for the first time.

Pairing: Alpha!Reader x Omega!Dean, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester, Rowena

Warnings: angst, curses, scared Dean, needy/whiny Dean, cuddling and snuggling, abo dynamics, reversed roles, adorable Dean

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“What did the witch say?” Panting you check on your unconscious Alpha as Sam tries to remember the words the witch threw at Dean before she disappeared.

“Wait it was something like…” Scratching his scruffy chin Sam tries to recall the words. “Facti infirmitatem or something… “

“Become a weakness?“ Glancing at Dean, lie on the floor you purr at your Alpha, followed by a low rumble leaving your chest as Sam tries to pick his brother up.

Your teeth grit and you push Sam away to cover Dean’s body with yours.

“What the…Y/N?” Your eyes darken and your posture changes as you inhale Dean’s scent deeply.

“Stay away from my Omega.” The words come out as a warning as you sniff along Dean’s neck, causing the tall hunter to whine against you.

“Alpha…” Dean’s eyes snap open and you gasp as he reaches out for you, desperate to feel his mate taking care of him.

“OH…crap. My brother is an Omega…what the?” Sam needs to take a few steps backward to give you enough space to help Dean up.

The tall hunter must watch his strong and tough brother hide behind your back to sniff at your hair. Dean is shaking, not knowing what’s happening to his body and how to feel about it.

“Y/N, Alpha…I’m scared.” Dean whimpers as he sees Sam tries to get closer but you react in an instant. Puffing your chest, you ball your hands into fists, ready to defend your mate.

“I will not harm your mate, Y/N. But I need to check on Dean. You know me, Alpha, I will not threaten your claim on my brother. He’s yours…” Sam knows he needs to be careful or you will attack him to defend your Omega.

“Brother…” Snarling you watch Sam check on your mate. Ready to attack the tall Alpha touching your Omega you narrow your eyes but Sam retreats instantly to let Dean cling to you, panting heavily as his tall brother scares the confused Omega.

“Alpha…want to go home…” Dean whines into your neck, holding onto you for safety. “Need you…”

 —-

The tour back to the bunker is stressful, to say the least. Dean is clinging to your body in the backseat while you suppress the urge to attack Sam in the driver’s seat.

Your mind tells you, Sam is no treat to your claim, but your instinct tells you to protect your vulnerable Omega at all costs.

While you let Dean rest his head in your lap and sling one arm around your waist you try to calm the trembling Omega. Your hands gently caress his body as you purr low in your throat to assure Dean you will defend him with all your strength.

“We are there, Y/N. I’ll park the car and enter the bunker. You should wait a moment with your Omega until I’m in my room. I will call Cas and Rowena for help. Just make sure your mate feels comfortable.”

Giving you a warm smile Sam watches you slide your fingers through Dean’s hair as he whines for your attention, Sam takes a deep breath. He never saw his brother that vulnerable and it’s hard for Sam to not help you, but he knows better than to touch your Omega right now.

Sam has no death wish after all…

—-

Leading Dean into your shared bedroom you walk fast to make sure you will reach the room without bumping into Sam. “I’m here, Omega. No one is going to hurt you, Baby.” 

Dean nods as he squeezes your hand tight enough to hurt you, but your instinct is stronger than the pain Dean could cause.

In your room Dean relaxes as you let him press you into the wall to bury his face into your neck. He’s licking your neck, purring low to make you gasp and snarl against him.

“My Alpha…”

“You need to rest, Omega. Let me take care of you, Dean. Your Alpha will make sure you are safe.” Obedient Dean gets ready for a nap, stripping his clothes off to crawl onto the bed.

The Omega is waiting for you, whining once again, close to tears as you take too long to hold him in your arms. “I’ve got you, Dean.” Your arms wrap tightly around his trembling body to bring the Omega close to your chest.

“Alpha…” Dean uses all his strength to bring you closer to his chest. Sniffing at your hair he whines against your body. 

“I’m here, Omega. No one is going to hurt you.” Feeling you stroking his back and inhaling your scent Dean slowly calms in your arms. He’s resting his head in the crook of your neck, dozing off.

—-

“That should do the job, Samuel.” Snickering Rowena listens to Dean’s whines and your low purrs. “Do we have to fix the cocky Alpha? I like seeing him all fluffy and vulnerable.”

“Fix my brother, Rowena. Y/N is not used to be an Alpha, I can see the struggle to protect her mate. I know you don’t want your friend to suffer, and she will as the curse will get worse according to what I found out…”

Patting Sam’s back Rowena nods, glancing at Dean holding tight onto you. He’s sniffling, not able to stop the tears running down his cheeks. “Please calm, Omega. I’m here, Dean…” 

While you gently caress his cheek the Omega leans into your touch. Dean desperately seeks your closeness as a strange feeling fills his chest. 

You can see his posture change as he lunges forward to bring you impossible closer to his chest.

“Omega…” Dean snarls into your neck, holding you gently in his arms. “Are you alright? Are you hurt…?” Checking on you Dean pants heavily as you shake your head, burying your face into his chest.

“Alpha, missed you, Dean.” Whimpering against your Alpha’s chest you relax in his embrace, just letting your Alpha take over his role.

“I missed being your Alpha, but I must admit you did a great job. I felt safe with you, Sweetheart. Damn, you even tried to attack my freaking tall brother, an Alpha on top of all.” Chuckling Dean hears you snarl against him.

“He wanted to touch my Omega. I couldn’t let any Alpha touch what’s mine. I know now how it feels when you go full Alpha.” Dean nods, chuckling as you tell him you felt like you have a huge cock.

“Larger than mine?” Dean teases as you ask how it felt to him to be an Omega.

“Strange. I felt weak but I knew you would protect me, Y/N.” Meeting Dean’s eyes you cup his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“That’s how I feel every day when you protect me, Dean. I know you will always protect me, Alpha…”

“Always, Omega…”

“I liked our reversed roles, maybe we can do it again…” Giggling you let Dean roll you onto your back to bite your neck playfully.

“Huh…? Do you still think you have a huge cock…?” Laughing at Dean’s question you tug at his hair, making him growl against you.

“No, but my Alpha has one and I’d like him to get the monster out right now…”

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[foreverwayward]

“Wayward Hearts” Prequel: Family Above All

This is a prequel chapter to the series “Wayward Hearts”, a SPN series rewrite with OFC Riley Munroe. If you haven’t read Season 1′s Chapter 9 of the series, there are spoilers ahead. The whole chapter is told from Jackson Munroe’s POV, Riley’s father.  

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Content Warnings: Language, violence

Word Count: 3962

Jackon’s POV:

Sometimes I would wonder if I was doing right by Riley. No one deserves to grow up in the life of a hunter. Especially not my girl; she’s something special. 

The day she was born was the happiest day of mine and Linda’s lives. Riley was so beautiful...perfect even. I’ll never forget the first time her big blue eyes looked up at me--I was done for. She already had me wrapped around her finger. I knew in that moment that I would move Heaven and Earth to keep her safe.

But when Linda died, everything changed. I wanted more than anything to be a good father, but I was restless and weak with vengeance. My wife was slaughtered, leaving my daughter without her mother. How was I supposed to go on with my life as if it never happened? I couldn’t. So I dove head first into the world of the supernatural. Once I learned the truth, I knew what I had to do. I had to save other families from suffering like mine had and I had to hunt down the son of a bitch that ruined my life.

Deb had been my saving grace. The road was no place for a baby girl and she happily took Riley in. But my sister hated the job and everything about it. She begged me to move on and to stay, but I just wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.

As the years went on, I would always come home to Riley as much as I could. When I was with her, the job stopped; nothing else mattered except the little girl that wanted all my attention. It didn’t matter if she wanted to play Barbies, have a tea party, or learn to shoot a gun, I was there to do it with her every chance I got.

I’m an empath. I have been since I was in my early twenties. No one ever knew though. It was a secret I held from everyone, even the people I loved. But it brought me closer to Deb and to my daughter. It made the love I shared with Linda so powerful that I felt a part of my soul die with her that night. I always knew what Riley was feeling and how to be what she needed. Having a girl is never easy as a single father and I needed all the help I could get. In that regard, I thanked my lucky stars for my gift.

Riley couldn’t have been older than eight during one of my visits and she was furious with me as I packed to leave again. She told me she wanted to go with me and that she was strong enough to be by my side. It killed me to watch her yell at me for the first time and cry as she begged me to take her. I could feel so much anger, hurt...betrayal even. The thought that Riley may have even doubted my love for her was enough to have me crying in my truck when I left.

But when Riley was eleven, and against my sister’s protesting, I took her with me. Of course, I had to ease her into hunting and I only took her on the more simple cases. 

As she got older, Riley became a force to be reckoned with. Hunting came so easy to her, almost as easily as when she learned to play the guitar. I’d never seen anyone handle a gun as effortlessly as she did. As terrified as I was every time we went on a hunt, I couldn’t help but beam with pride every time I watched her shine. And she did, she always shined.

I tried to give her anything that resembled a normal life on the road. We stopped at tourist attractions, we went to see bands play, we even went to Disneyland. Honestly, I never knew a father and daughter could be so close. 

Riley was my partner and I trusted her with my life.

Music was our own language. It was singing at the top of our lungs to Bob Seger on long trips, or her playing her guitar in our motel room, or sneaking her into concerts of our favorite bands. It was almost our own language and I think it bonded us in an inexplicable way.

What I ever did to deserve that beautiful girl, is beyond me.

------

It was hot that day and even into the night; I remember that too well. Riley had complained most of the day about the muggy weather. She always did better in the cold. 

We had just spent a fruitless day hunting a shifter and researching for countless hours on the local murders. All of the victims had been slaughtered, their throats slit open. No matter what lead we followed, we were always three steps behind it. 

The bastard was good, I’d give it that much.

We sat on our beds in the motel room and talked as Riley strummed her guitar. Both of us were tired, feeling somewhat defeated after a week of coming up empty-handed. But still, we joked and laughed almost like old friends over memories and battles won.

“Dad, I’m starving,” Riley whined. “Can we please get dinner? It’s like, nine o’clock already.”

I just kind of chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve always been bad about us eating on time, huh?”

“Ya think?”

“Alright, alright...you win. I’m going.” I got up and grabbed my wallet and keys off the bedside table. As I got ready to go, I asked, “pizza okay?”

She stopped playing for a second and eyed me teasingly. “Uh...yeah. Just don’t forget the beer this time. Remember, I’m 21 now, so you’re not breaking the law anymore. Wait...we always break the law. Whatever--beer, father!”

As I laughed, I turned back one more time before closing the door behind me. “When I get back, we’re finishing that poker game. I’m gonna win my money back.”

“Ha!” Riley snarked playfully. “You wish. Hurry back.”

“I always do, baby girl.” I shut the door behind me and went to my truck. 

The pizza place everyone in town had been raving about was only a couple of miles away. Riley was dying to try it so I knew I had to bring it back for her.

When I got there, the line was surprisingly long for late at night. In all fairness, it was a Friday. So, I placed my order and waited for my number to be called. 

I knew it would be a bit so I went across the street to the liquor store to get our favorite beer. The smell of it always reminded me of fun nights off that Riley and I enjoyed together. 

When I got back to the shop, my order was ready. I looked at my watch and realized I had already been gone for forty minutes. The trip definitely took longer than I thought. But with my mission accomplished, I headed back for the motel.

The loud night insects chirped through the thick heat as I got out of my truck. I balanced the pizza carefully as I shut the door and locked it. I think I was humming Led Zeppelin after listening to it on my way back when I looked up to see the door to the room was somewhat open. 

Something didn’t feel right, but I just thought maybe Riley gone out for a soda and forgot to close the door. But--she would never do that...she knows better.

“Hello?” I went inside and immediately put the food and beer onto the small table by the door. 

When I stepped out from behind the room partition, my heart stopped when I saw the room practically painted in blood. My chest rose and fell so fast I could barely catch my breath. “Riley…?” 

I noticed something from behind the far bed; Riley’s boots were peeking out, completely still. My knees nearly collapsed underneath me and I screamed deep from the pit of my stomach. “No!” I ran to her and gasped when I saw her body on the floor, drenched in blood. 

Throwing myself to the ground, I picked her head up into my lap. When I did, it exposed her neck and I could see a deep slit through her throat that had nearly cut all the way through. Her head practically flopped into my grip. I felt like I would vomit as I felt her still warm blood on my hands.

I cradled her in my arms and pushed the hair back from her face. She was so pale and empty with her blue eyes still somewhat open. 

“Baby girl…” I sobbed. “Oh, honey. No, baby, no. Come back to me. Don’t leave me, Riley! I need you.” She was gone. Her lifeless body was limp against me as my clothes grew soaked in her blood. I rocked her back and forth as I cried so loud it hurt. I think I may have even screamed her name.

Then I realized, that connection between us, that empathic bond I always had with her...it wasn’t there anymore. It was an emptiness that I had never felt in my life, like my heart had gone hallow. Without her there, I felt the life being sucked from me. 

Riley was my life. I don’t know how long I sat there holding her, time seemed to no longer be a factor. I think I was coming in and out of a state of shock. 

It must have been a few hours later that I finally tried to stand and my body could barely hold me up. 

I scooped Riley into my arms just like I did when she was little and laid her on the bed. I closed her eyes and kissed her forehead. 

“I love you, Riley…”

As my thoughts vaguely returned, it dawned on me; it was the shifter--it had to be. Everything inside me was ready to hunt the son of a bitch down and put him down like the piece of shit he was. But then I remembered, revenge is what drove me into this life. Killing the monster that took my daughter wouldn’t bring me peace and it wouldn’t bring her back. And if that was true...how was I supposed to live without her? How could I go on without my daughter? 

The simple answer was...I couldn’t. There was no place for me in a world without Riley.

Leaning over, I kissed her head one last time as tears fell down my cheeks. I stroked her hair and looked at her beautiful face. “I’m so sorry. I should have been here. I should have protected you. But I’m gonna make this right...I promise.” I sobbed some more before forcing myself away from her. “I love you more than life, baby girl.” 

It took all the strength I had to walk to grab my bag and walk to the door. I had to fix it all, and I knew how.

I drove faster than I ever had in my life as I sucked down the last of the Jack Daniels I had left in the car. It mixed with the tears that wouldn’t stop falling and I had hoped it would numb me--but it didn’t. 

Finally, I pulled up to an old abandoned barn on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere. My truck skid on the dirt as I slammed it to a halt. 

Grabbing my bag, I got out and strode inside. My stomach was turning with emotion and pain. 

I wasn’t afraid. My worst nightmares had already come to life; nothing else I could possibly face would terrify me more. 

I used my boot to clear the floor of debris. With white chalk, I knelt down and drew a large symbol on the concrete ground. Around the symbol were circles that had red candles that I had placed into each one. I crushed ingredients into a mortar bowl and sat it on the ground. 

Pulling my blade from my boot, I sliced open my palm as I began to recite a Latin incantation. My blood dripped into the bowl as I struck another match, finished the last of the spell, and then dropped the lit stick into the bowl. 

Immediately, a bright and strong flame came to life. It sparkled and blazed as I covered my eyes to its blinding light before it quickly died. 

I stood to my feet and looked around. Alone in the dark, I waited with deadly silence surrounding me. This was my only shot...it had to work.

“Jackson Munroe,” a sinister voice said from the dark corner and I turned to look. Out came a man I had never seen before, but when his eyes glowed yellow and I knew...it was him. “You got some real balls to summon me.”

“Well, our meeting has been a long time coming, Azazel.”

“Ooh. You know my name. I feel so special.” The demon waltzed over to me with a grin on his face. “So, where’s the little feisty one that’s always at your side?” His face feigned worry. “Oh, no. Did something happen?”

I felt my blood boil. I could tell the son of a bitch already knew the answer to his own question. “I wanna make a deal.”

“I’m intrigued, Jack. Do go on.” He began to circle around me, sizing me up with his eyes fixated on me.

“Riley’s dead. But I think you already know that. Don’t you?”

Azazel pretended to think. “Riley...Riley...Riley...oh! Oh, yes. I may have heard.”

“You’re gonna bring her back,” I demanded.

“Am I? Oh, Jackson, I love when you take control like that.” He stopped and grew closer to me as he hissed, “and if I did...what’s in it for me?”

I paused before I took a deep breath and told him, “I am.”

The demon laughed and clapped his hands together with joy as his smile grew all cross his face. “Well, hot damn! It’s my lucky night, isn’t it? The soul of Jackson Munroe...all mine.”

“But I have conditions.”

“Of course, you do. And what are they, pray tell?”

Swallowing hard at the thought of my daughter alone in that motel room, I told him, “you’re gonna bring her back and she’s not gonna remember any of it--it’ll be like it never happened.”

“Done.”

“Alright, and in ten years...I’m yours.”

The demon shook his finger condescendingly. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You see...I have some conditions myself.” Azazel looked me dead in my eyes and I felt the black hole inside him. There was an evil that I had never felt before and it turned my stomach. “Riley comes back and it’ll all be like a bad dream. But, you--you come with me...tonight.”

I scoffed. “That’s not how these deals work.”

“Them’s the brakes, baby. You are the most powerful empath I have ever known. I want you gone--out of the picture--sayonara. Either you take my offer, or you take care of Riley’s body before it rots and starts to stink up the place.” The thought made me want to cry but I wouldn’t dare in front of that evil creature. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Going once…going twice...”

“Fine,” I blurted out. “But I get to see her again. I get to say goodbye.”

“Aw, one final father-daughter moment for the books. Precious.” He thought for a second and then said, “fine. But you’re to come back here in one hour. Any longer than that and little Riley drops dead with her throat all sliced up again. Got it?”

“Deal,” I gritted through my teeth.

Azazel chuckled. “Excellent. Care to shake on it?” He extended his hand and I felt my heart skip a beat as I reached out in return. The demon’s hand squeezed mine tightly as he smirked. “Pleasure doing business with you, Jack. But, uh--better get going. Time’s already ticking.”

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With the change of clothes I had in the back seat, I cleaned myself up as fast as I could and dumped the soiled jeans and shirt in a dumpster. 

I hurried back to the motel and my brakes squealed as I parked. My feet sprinted me to the door and I practically busted it open. 

I felt as though I would fall to the ground as I saw my beautiful daughter, eating the pizza I had gotten earlier. The room was just like it was before; not a trace of the brutal scene that had happened only hours before.

“Hey, where the hell did you go, old man?” 

I ran to her and picked her up into a hug and held her tight. 

Riley grunted in surprise and held me in return. “Uh, Dad--you’re being weird,” she said with her mouth still somewhat full of her most recent bite.

As I let her go, I looked her over and studied every corner of her face. Those blue eyes that I loved more than the air I breathed were looking back at me. I could feel her again and I finally was whole once more.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I just--I just hadn’t hugged you enough today is all.” I tried so hard not to cry, but there was such a conflict of joy at seeing her again mixed with the thought of knowing I had to leave her. “How--how’s the pizza?” I asked through my cracking voice.

“Mm...so good. Definitely one for the books.” Riley stared up at me and scrunched her forehead. “What’s wrong? Something’s wrong. You’re making a weird ass face.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that came from me. She always knew how to make me smile. “No, it’s all good. I promise. Uh--mind if I get in on some of that pizza?”

“Better do it soon, or I’m gonna handle it myself.”

We sat on the bed together and ate as we drank our beers. I never took my eyes off her as I tried to memorize her every movement, laugh, smile, and dimple in her face. Riley was more than I could have ever hoped she would be. She inspired me and made me a better man every day. It was with her that I truly lived.

I looked at the clock and saw I had fifteen minutes to get back to the barn. I couldn’t be late, I knew I had to say goodbye. 

Pretending I had a realization, I choked out, “oh, man.”

“What?”

“I forgot. I’m meeting a possible lead on the case tonight.”

Riley looked at me with uncertainty. “Uh--I didn’t hear anything about that. Who are you meeting?”

“Just some guy who has some surveillance footage. He may have caught the shifter’s eye flare.”

“Okay, well I’ll get my stuff and we’ll go.”

“No,” I said gently. “I’m gonna go alone.”

She eyed me and shook her head lightly. “Why? We always go together.”

“I just--I don’t wanna spook the guy, you know?”

“Alright…” Riley was curious and almost offended. I could feel all of it. “Well, I guess I’ll wait here then.”

“Yeah. Lock the door, okay?” I threw my arms around her again and pulled her closer to me on the bed. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled her scent one last time and kissed the top of her head. “You are the most important thing in the world to me. I’m so sorry if I failed you in any way, Riley--I hope you know I tried. I love you so much. Please, baby...don’t ever forget that.”

“Why are you talking like this?”

“Promise me, you won’t forget.”

She looked me in the eye and her voice went soft. “Okay. I promise, Dad. I love you too.”

Those words were enough to make my eyes well. I had to go or she would see me cry and I couldn’t let her. 

As I got up to leave, I looked back at her one last time. The knot in my throat grew so large I thought I’d never swallow again. “I love you,” I choked out.

“...love you,” she answered meekly.

I closed the door and almost ran to my truck. If I didn’t force myself, I didn’t know how I could ever leave her. I peeled out of the parking lot and floored the gas as I grabbed my cell phone. Flipping it open, I called the only person that I trusted...John Winchester.

“Jackson,” he said as he picked up. “It’s late. What’s going on?” The words wouldn’t come out and I didn’t know what I could say. “Jack...you there?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Listen, I need your help.”

“Name it.”

“I had to make a tough call tonight, John. It’s not gonna be good but what’s done is done.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Yellow Eyes. I made a deal.”

There was a silence on the line before he found the words. “You--you what?”

“I don’t have time to tell you everything. All you need to know is I’m fine with what’s gonna happen. I don’t regret my decision. Riley’s safe and that’s all that matters.”

“Jack, where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

“It’s done, John. I’ll be at an old barn off highway 34. Don’t tell Riley anything.”

John’s voice shifted to anger. “Jackson, you listen to me. You aren’t allowed to bail, you got that? You don’t get to just check out.”

“It was the only way to save her. Swear to me you won’t tell her. Just say as little as possible--tell her you don’t know anything.”

“Jack!”

“Goddammit, John...swear to me!”

There was a pause and I heard John take a deep breath. “Alright, Jackson. You have my word.���

“Thank you.” I thought back at my friendship with John and all we’d been through together. He was my partner at times and taught me so much. I wouldn’t be who I am without him. “Thank you for everything, John. It’s been a hell of a ride, partner. Watch out for my girl...I’ll see ya.” 

I ended the call and turned off my phone before chucking it onto the seat.

As I found my way back to the barn, I glanced at the clock on my stereo to see I had five minutes left. 

I got out and looked at my truck one more time, patting the hood with a small smirk. It may sound cheesy, but damn I loved that car.

The skies above me rumbled and I could feel a storm coming. 

With a deep breath, I walked inside only to find it was empty. Was Azazel playing games with me? 

Inside, I could hear the sound of sudden rain pour down over the barn. It was almost deafening as thunder rolled through.

“Alright, you fucker. I’m here.”

“No need for language, Jack.” The voice behind me nearly sent chills up my spine and I spun to face him. “So glad you could make it. Did you have a good time?”

I felt my jaw clench with rage. I wanted that piece of shit dead with every fiber of my being, but Riley had to come first, she always had to come first. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“No complaints from me on that end.” Azazel locked eyes with me and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Time seemed to stop for a brief moment as my life flashed before my eyes. Memories of Linda, Riley playing on the swings, dinners with Deb, watching my little girl become the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen...and it all reminded me of something. The last twenty-one years of my life may have brought me face to face with Hell, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything else. The life I lived with my daughter was more than any man ever deserved.

I was at peace knowing my baby girl was gonna be okay. There was no doubt in my mind that she had been worth it all. 

My life may have been over, but Riley’s was just beginning. The world doesn’t deserve my daughter. But, Riley? She deserves the world.

“I love you, baby girl.”

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Hunters on the Hellmouth

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AN: Originally, Hunters on the Hellmouth was 42 chapters, but I decided to cut the final chapter in two. Inspired by events in BTVS 7.21 “End of Days,” SPN 5.19 “Hammer of the Gods,” SPN 5.20 “The Devil You Know,” and SPN 5.21 “Two Minutes to Midnight.”  Here’s a cheat sheet for keeping track of the Potentials. Warning: Character death.

Chapter 42: A Thing with Feathers

The flowers stung Bobby. In movies, the end of the world meant a barren wasteland of ash and rock, skeletal trees, failed crops. In reality -- both in Sunnydale and Sioux Falls -- nature plugged along without a care for who was living or dying. Dandelions mocked sidewalks. Manicured lawns turned into thickets. Honeysuckle and morning glories swallowed the houses.

Karen’s flower beds had never grown back though. One spring in a fit of guilt, Bobby had even tried to restore them, but his own personal Apocalypse was too complete for nature.

The new, modern building before him had several blacked out windows and overgrown flower beds. The vampires inside probably weren’t interested in gardening, yet they’d still shown more of a green thumb than Bobby. The question was: How many vampires could the building hold?

Robin Wood stroked his goatee. “We ran around eight hundred students, plus staff.”

“Give or take a massacre,” Buffy added.

Bobby snorted, half amused, half horrified. Sunnydale High: a school on a Devil’s Gate.

“That don’t mean anythin’.” Bobby adjusted his cap to keep the sun out of his eyes. “That’s all crowd control and student-teacher ratios. Question is, how much space do vampires need? And how much shit will they put up with for Lucifer?”

Bobby had been busy since his boys took off. He had a whole new world to learn about after all, and Giles, Willow and the rest and proved themselves virtual libraries of information.

Thankfully, the street went two ways. Bobby had experimented with a few of his own monster-hunting tricks from back home. The things he’d learned would be useful in the upcoming battle. Not to mention, the several houses they’d taken over needed constant repairs, and his construction and engineering experience far outstripped that of Xander Harris.

So it was that Bobby found himself seriously considering blowing up a high school. “If this seal is all the way down in the basement with as many twists and turns as you say, there’s no way we can bend the sunlight inside.” Xander’s plan. “Daylight lamps would be a fool’s gamble. Best plan is to either cut a hole in the roof or blow the whole damn thing up.”

“Might as well,” Robin sighed. “If the board ever reconvenes, I’m pretty sure they’re firing my ass.”

“There’s no way they can blame you for this,” said Buffy.

The principal offered her an unconvincing smile. “You underestimate the power of bureaucracy. Someone is going to have to take the fall for this. When you blew up the last school, they simultaneously blamed it on a gas leak, shoddy wiring, and ‘the poor leadership of Principal Snyder.’”

When you blew up the last school.

Bobby knew his first impressions of Buffy -- lovesick and worried -- weren’t her whole identity. When Dean had looked at her, love melted his features, erasing the hard edge years of hunting had cut into him. With each passing day, Bobby saw that Buffy was fearless. She was decisive. And unlike most hunters he knew, Buffy was overflowing with love and connections.

Bobby’s lips curled into a smile. If they could close this Devil’s Gate, if they could trap Lucifer and Michael, if they won, his boy could have a happily ever after.

Assuming Dean came back.

It was like riding a comet, teeth-rattling at speeds that threatened to peel skin from bone. When the Winchesters landed, rolling across the overgrown Sunnydale lawns, Cas was already glowing, fissures of pale blue light criss-crossing his skin.

“Run!” the angel warned.

The brothers bolted toward Buffy’s little white house, some of the Potentials already streaming out to greet them.

“Get back inside!” Dean screamed. “He’s gonna blow!”

Dean took the downstairs, Sam the up, where they yanked people to the floor, shouting, “Cover your ears! Don’t look!”

A blinding light filled the house. Dean squeezed his eyes shut. Then a boom rattled the house, cracking a few windows.

“Everybody okay?” Dean asked as he got up from the floor.

“They’re alive!”

“Sam and Dean are back!”

“They killed Death!”

Ellen barreled out of the kitchen, eyes already wet with tears. “Don't scare me like that, boy.” She squeezed Dean then smacked him in the chest. “I came back to life, and then you took off without a how-do-you-do.”

“Good to see you, too, Ellen. Sam’s upstairs if you wanna slap him around.”

She smiled slyly and dropped her voice to a whisper. “And what the hell is this about you of all people havin’ a girlfriend?”

“Speaking of, where’s Buffy?” he asked, looking around.

“Out doing her hero thing. She’s a catch.”

He grinned. “I know.”

The smile faded quickly, however, as Dean headed outside, hoping against hope that the explosion hadn’t meant what he knew it meant.

He didn’t get very far before the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. She was across the street, eyes locked on him. All blonde hair, attitude, and a winning smile.

Jo Harvelle.

She bounded over to him, her smile growing ever brighter with each step, but she stopped just short of his reach. “Hey.” Jo looked him up and down. “You’re alive!”

“Same to you,” he said, giving her a bear hug.

Before she let go, Dawn, Xander and several Potentials piled on. Sam was the center of a similar hive lead by Willow and Giles. It was good to be back in Sunnydale, back in the packed house, back around his chosen family.

But the trip had not been free. Dean, Sam, and a curious entourage headed down the street where a block of houses were leveled. Those nearby were peppered with shrapnel, the windows broken, shingles missing. In the middle of it all, a red spot stained the street.

Giles inspected the mess before asking the Winchesters in a soft voice, “Is that your angel friend?”

“Technically, no,” said Sam. He pursed his lips as he surveyed the remains. “Cas used all of his energy to bring us here and, I guess, had nothing left to maintain his vessel. That, uh, spot was Jimmy Novak. Cas is somewhere in the ether.”

“The pretty angel is dead?!” one of the Potentials wailed.

Pretty? “No,” Dean said, needing to hear himself say it, “Castiel is fine. He just doesn’t have a vessel anymore.”

“Not much ‘elp as angel dust though.” Spike, not a part of the warm welcome crew, had quietly joined the crowd around the stain in the street. Lower, so only Dean could hear, Spike added, “I’ll take care of this. You’ve dealt with enough bodies.”

“Thanks,” Dean said. It felt wrong somehow, though. His friend, Castiel, was fine. Dean knew that in his gut. Jimmy Novak was a stranger. Another stranger who’d died helping him fight the fight. “We can burn the remains. Give Jimmy a proper hunter’s funeral.”

“Whatever you want, mate.”

“What about the Trickster?” asked Ellen.

“Dead,” said Dean.

Lucifer had found a crack between worlds he could slip through, though not with a vessel. The markings on their ribs broken, the Winchesters had been easy to track. Cas had fixed their warding, but it was too late. Lucifer was there in some Indiana no-tell motel slaughtering gods and angels alike. Though they were no longer trackable, Dean had no doubt Lucifer would soon be returning to his new playground in search of them.

“But you did the thing, right?” asked Spike. “You went to Mordor to get the rings?”

Andrew held up a finger in protest. “That’s not how --”

“Shut up,” Spike said.

Dean plucked two rings from his pocket and tossed them to Giles. “Collected all four.”

Willow leaned in by Giles and inspected the rings. “Huh, I expected some more all-powerful pizazz,” she said to no one.

Giles dropped the rings in Willow’s outstretched hands. Her hand immediately sizzled. She screamed and dropped them. “Power’s definitely on,” she said through gritted teeth.

Giles picked up the rings in a handkerchief. “Gabriel’s plan was to get the rings, allowing us to reopen Lucifer’s cage, correct?”

The Winchesters nodded.

“What’s the lure for our trap?” he continued.

“That’s the million dollar, life-or-death question,” Sam replied.

Robin slowed his car when they turned onto Revello Drive, now ground zero for an explosion. A cluster of people gathered in the street around what must have caused the blast.

Buffy bolted before the car stopped.

He was there. Tall and handsome as ever, standing on the edge of whatever was going on. Joy welled up inside her. Buffy was too choked up to even call his name.

Dean looked up and ran to her, picking her up as she leapt into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, his strong arms cradling her thighs as she planted a kiss on his beautiful mouth. In his arms, she felt like they doubled, tripled in size to contain all the feelings tripping from her lips to his. They grew until they were giants. They grew until the world shrank away, all worries, all demands, all destinies became less than grains of sand. Cradling his face in her hands, she tore herself away for air and got lost in his mossy green eyes.

“Hey Girly,” he said softly.

She kissed him again, drunk on the sweet sting of his whiskey mouth, until someone coughed loudly behind them.

“Okay, lovebirds, other people here,” said Bobby.

Dean set Buffy down, keeping one arm around her while pulling in Bobby for a three-way hug.

“Um, so what happened here?” she asked, noticing the red smear on the pavement for the first time.

“Cas blew his vessel,” Dean said, somberly.

“Oh God!” She covered her mouth in shock.

“But Cas is fine,” he added, hurriedly. “He’s fine.”

Bobby furrowed his brow at the mess. “We should pick up what we can. Give him a real hunter’s funeral.”

Dean nodded. “That’s what I said. Spike offered to deal with this.” He gestured at the spot.

That seemed odd for Spike, who Buffy spied milling on the edge of the circle looking every direction but theirs. Maybe he’d bonded some with the angel, but that seemed unlikely, too. It struck her that she didn’t know who he talked to lately. Her, yes. She thought she’d seen him talking with the Harvelle’s a few times. With Sam gone, was there anyone else Spike felt comfortable with?

She hadn’t noticed that the the crowd had started moving back toward her house. She leaned into Dean, taking in his gunpowder and leather scent, listening to his small talk with Bobby.

Then somebody screamed.

They group rushed over to a brick house, one of their several expanded homebases. On the sidewalk lay one of the girls, eyes burned in their sockets.

“Steph wanted to see an angel,” one of the girls said through tears.

“I got it!” Jo shooed away the rubber-neckers. “We'll do a service tonight before sunset. You all know the drill.”

“You need a hand?” Sam asked. The Winchesters had cleaned up every other body.

“Nah, you guys go. Tell your story. I'll catch up. Besides, she's from my house.” There was something stiff about Jo's smile.

No one else wanted to volunteer for body clean up, so the whole group left Jo and Spike to their grizzly task.

Two bodies -- one of which had basically turned to goo -- weren’t the most appetizing site; nonetheless, Andrew had just pulled the last pizzas from the oven when the Winchesters returned. Soon, the somber attitude of fresh deaths melted to a buzz of excitement as everyone waited for the Winchesters to stop eating and tell their story.

Buffy surveyed the options in the kitchen. “Is it all pepperoni?”

“It never goes bad!” Xander said around a mouth full.

Anya patted him on the shoulder. “Yes it does.”

“Can you let me have this?” he begged through a spray of food.

“Ellen, my new Jedi master, and I made them,” said Andrew. “She has dough powers. Anyway, I insisted on cheese. It’s in the living room.”

“SAM’S GOING TO TELL THE PESTILENCE STORY!” someone shouted from the dining room.

Buffy held still as a rush of people flowed around her. Once the crowd slowed, she ducked into the living room, where Dean sat at the study table with a plate full of pizza.

“First, you need to know about the Croatoan virus…” Sam began.

She sat beside Dean, hand on his leg, head on his shoulder. He leaned into her, their bodies humming. Buffy wanted to tell him a thousand things: how she’d killed Caleb, how Lucifer had invaded her dreams, how much her heart ached in his absence. Sitting beside him, a comfortable smile curling his lips, none of it felt pressing.

They listened to Sam in the other room, his bilious tale of swine flu bewitching the crowd. “So we’re on the floor, writhing with who knows how many illness, and --”

“Which illnesses?” Xander asked.

Sam mumbled and continued with the story.

“Did Pestilence give you an std?” Buffy whispered to Dean.

“Clean bill of health, I swear.” Dean took another bite of pizza.

“Dean!” the crowd in the dining room called.

“Everybody wants to hear the Death story,” Sam added.

Taking his hand in hers, Dean smiled at Buffy. Together, they walked toward the eager audience. “You tell it,” Dean said, grabbing a slice of cheese pizza.

Sam shook his head. “I wasn’t there. Besides, I already told the Pestilence story.”

“So cool,” said one of the Potentials, smiling and bobbing on her toes.

“Ew gross,” whined another, who had nonetheless pressed in with the rest to hear the story.

Grinning playfully, Buffy tilted her head to the side. “Did he have a robe and scythe, or was he more stylish?”

“Suit,” Dean replied. “So this big storm was brewing. We’re talkin’ black skies at noon. Hail. The whole nine. And it was about to wipe out Chicago.”

“Nooo, not my Chitown,” gasped Margo.

“Death was there...eating pizza.”

Several people put their slices down.

“Death likes pizza?” asked Maya, eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Deep dish,” Dean replied.

“The only proper pizza,” added Margo.

“I didn’t even get a chance to use the weapon Gabriel gave me, but lucky me, Death ain’t a fan of having Lucifer yankin’ his chain. He gave me his ring and spared the city. Equal parts easy and terrifying.” Dean turned to Buffy and said in a clear voice, “He says, ‘Hello,’ by the way. Apparently Death’s a fan of your work.”

Buffy grinned. She wasn’t surprised Death knew her; their work was tied together. Creatures of the night spoke her name in a hushed whisper as if she could be right around the corner, but she was in a house full of naive children who had mutinied right before Dean had left. He wanted the audience to know she had Death’s respect.

“The end. Go frolic or stab things or whatever kids are into these days,” Dean said with a dismissive wave to the groans of the crowd. Leaning over Sam’s chair, he whispered, “Where’s the bag?”

Sam pointed to an army duffle by the stairs.

Turning back to Buffy, Dean asked “You wanna take a walk?”

Lacing her fingers with his, she replied, “I’d like that.”

Boyish glee shone from Dean’s face. “See ya, Sammy. Don’t wait up.”

Jo patted Steph’s cold body, wrapped in a sheet, and resting in the back of a hotwired pickup. “Was it worth it, kid?”

Slamming the tailgate shut, she noticed Buffy and Dean leaving the house hand in hand. She turned away. Down the street Spike was shoveling spades full of goo into a bucket. It looked like he was talking to himself. Deciding he needed company, Jo headed his way.

With nothing better to do than drive herself crazy over facing the Apocalypse again, Jo had bided her time in Sunnydale, getting to know its few remaining residents. Aside from goddess vessels, (Willow the Witch frankly freaked her out,) and goddess vessels-in-waiting, there were a few bonafide hunters in the mix.

First, there was the how-are-they-still-alive camp. Andrew, who mystifyingly claimed to be Buffy’s former arch nemesis, had promptly started following her mom around like a puppy. Then there was affable, goofy Xander and his indifferent-to-the-whole-thing ex Anya.

One the other hand, there were the more serious hunters. Giles was Sunnydale’s answer to the previously unthought question, “What if Bobby were refined?” Jo liked to listen to them talk shop. They were even funnier together when she kept their glasses topped. The son of a previous Slayer, Robin Wood reminded her most of hunters back home -- quiet, focused, reluctant to be with the group. Of course, he looked like a downright social butterfly next to Spike.

Spike -- a great fighter and keen researcher -- was doing that self-imposed hunter-in-exile thing. Keep people at arms length because their damage is special damage. At least that’s how it looked to Jo. Dawn had admitted, “He used to be a friend, but… he got ugly for a while. Evil. I know he’s changed, but the hurt is still there.”

Hurt or no hurt. Damage or no damage. It seemed to Jo that the whole crew should be using Spike’s skills better.

He did, however, talk to Jo. He was funny and sweet with this gentlemanly air under his rock and roll shell. They’d spent more than one evening joking over a bottle of wine, measuring their new life in sips. They were two creatures newly reborn, teetering on the edge of extinction.

Then there was the rumor that Spike was Buffy’s ex.

Spike was still talking to himself. “--let me teach it to you. It starts, ‘’ope is a thing with feathers.’ (See the irony?)” He sploshed another small piece of Cas’ vessel into the bucket.

“Maybe you need a wet vac?” Jo said.

He looked up at her, not even a hint of surprise on his face. “Thought you’d be a bit more broken up about your friend.”

“Castiel? I didn’t really know him,” she confessed. “I'm more of a poltergeist girl. This angel business is way above my pay grade.”

“Castiel was good, especially for a bleedin’ angel.” Spike stood and stretched, his white t-shirt popping up over his belt. “But this wasn’t Feathers, at least according to the Winchesters. Just the body. Angel’s in the wind.”

Spike surveyed his work. The street was still stained red, but at least the chunky bits were gone. He made a face at the contents of the bucket, then began to search the grass.

“I didn’t realize you ‘ad it so bad.” He shot her a glance, his mouth upturned into a knowing grin.

Jo felt her cheeks flushing hot. “Got what bad?”

“I saw you rush out of your ‘ouse, ‘ot and ‘eavy to see Dean Winchester again. I knew you ‘ad a crush, but not the ache.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said in a rush. She felt like he could see through her.

Spike cocked his head to the side. “Come now. We didn’t volunteer for body duty out respect for the dead. Warm corpses ‘ave more appeal right now than watching your ex in someone else’s arms.”

“Dean's just a friend.” Her voice modulated oddly to cover the lie.

Spike shrugged. “Tell yourself what you want, pet, but the pining will eat you alive.”

Jo pounced on the opportunity to turn the tables. “Like you pining for Buffy?”

“I'd like to think I'm past pining. Buffy needs me like the Titanic needs an iceberg.”

Jo bit back a laugh at his self-importance. What is it with men? “If you’re her iceberg, does that make Dean her James Cameron?”

“There was so much room on that bloody door!” Spike said with the earnestness of a true fan.

“Near! Far! Whereeeeeeeeever you are!” Jo sang loud and off-key.

“God dammit, woman!” Spike threw his spade into the grass. “Now you’ve given me the earworm!”

She laughed. On his own, Spike was easy to talk to. In fact, he was downright fun -- a rarity among hunters. His personality didn’t come through in the group.

A thought struck her. “So Spike, honest to God truth, why are you in Sunnydale? I mean, other than the Battle Royale.”

“I came for Buffy. I stayed for Buffy.” He said it with finality -- a giant red CASE CLOSED stamped on the file.

“Come on, man! She doesn't want you!” Heat rushed to Jo's face as soon as the harsh words tumbled out. “I mean, she doesn't seem to respect you. Even Xander is in charge of his own little goddess squad, and he's a joke of a hunter.”

“There’s the rub,” Spike whispered. He looked away from her, pretending to inspect something in the grass. “Couldn’t leave. Shouldn't stay.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Jo wasn’t sure what she’d come there for. Commiseration? Hard to wallow in their shared left out status if she couldn’t even admit to her feelings. “Look, my nerves are kinda raw right now, and you stepped right on it. I’ve pined, yeah. A lot. Not school girl hearts on the notebook sort of pining, but thinking that maybe, just maybe…” She shrugged, and bit her lip. She wasn’t ready to expose her most private dreams about Dean Winchester.

“It’s one thing to meet Dean’s perfect superhero girlfriend. It’s another to see them together. Romance movie kisses and soaring music. Happy for them. Sad for me. I want to throw confetti in the the air and then set it the fuck on fire, you know?”

Spike nodded, a far away look on his face. “I know. God, I know.”

Body duty was usually a lonely affair. Spike liked that aspect. Time to think, or in this case, chat. He hadn’t anticipated Jo crashing the party though, and she could only be crashing for one reason. So he pushed aside thoughts of the world’s end and flipped over his lonely hearts club card.

“I know. God, I know.” After gently setting down his bucket of expired-vessel, Spike stared up at the sky. Jo stared with him.

He pressed his hands to his lips a couple times, longing for a cigarette. “Thing is, I feel new, like some wobbly-legged deer. I didn’t want to be in charge of things until I felt in charge of me. You’ve seen me on good days, but I used to be a monster.”

Jo’s face twinged a bit at the word monster. She probably thought he was being dramatic. No one had told her, then. Blessed innocence.

He continued, more to the wind than to her. “I did terrible things. Sometimes I loved it. Sometimes, the evil pushed me aside, but I was running the show more than I'd like to admit. They may hold grudges, but I hold all the guilt.”

“Hunters are champion guilt-swallowers,” she said. “Kind of our thing.”

“Been doing a lot of thinking. What does guilt make a man? An alcoholic husk? A paralyzed thing? So I ‘ave to let the guilt go. I may ‘ave done terrible things in my past, but I’m better than that now. I’m brave and I’m brilliant.” He smile at her. His decision was made, and he felt good.

Jo knocked him playfully with her elbow. “You know, alcoholic husk is a time-honored retirement plan for our lot back home. Assuming we live that long.”

Spike didn’t plan on living that long. He just needed to stay in control until the end. “Recently, I’ve been thinking about leaving. ‘aving Dean ‘ere makes me ‘opeful, believe it or not. ‘e’s a git sometimes, but ‘e’ll look out for ‘er. She doesn't need me anymore.”

Hope was a thing riding in on a comet of Feathers. Spike didn’t think he needed a sign of such garish proportions. He knew what he needed to do.

“Make sure Dean gets that.” He pointed at the bucket. “Wants to do a proper send off.”

“Where are you going?” Jo asked as he started walking up the street.

“I’m going to ‘elp save the world.”

Buffy and Dean walked in silence, enjoying how their palms brushed together, the rhythm of their steps. She wanted to savor the moment -- walking beside him, the late morning sun drawing out the freckles scattered over his skin.

Once they turned a corner away from any prying eyes, she said, “I’m sorry about Castiel.”

Dean bit his lip, grief settling into his eyes. He stopped and drew her into his arms. Resting her head on his chest, she listened to the small hitches in his breathing as he processed the loss of his friend.

“He’ll be okay. Gotta keep reminding myself he’s not dead. He just has to find a vessel in a world without angel vessels.” Dean bit his lip, puzzling through his friend’s situation.

Buffy held him as tightly as she dared. “Where’s Gabriel? Why did Cas--”

“Gabriel’s dead. Long, trippy story. Cas, uh, he wanted to keep a promise.” Pain brimmed in his eyes.

“He wanted to bring you back to me,” she realized with horror and gratitude.

Dean nodded and resumed walking. The topic closed for now.

“How long was I gone?” he asked.

“Three weeks. How long was it for you?”

“Same.”

A knot in her stomach loosened. One of her many worries while he was gone was time passing faster for one of them, losing more years together.

“Things seem better with the girls,” he said.

Buffy shrugged. “They agreed I’m in charge.” “How generous.”

She’d thought a lot about the Potentials. Buffy had tried to be their Watcher, but that was too didactic. She’d tried to give them space, but that made her too aloof. Then she learned that she and all of the Slayers before her were prisons for a goddess.

Then it clicked.

Of course, Buffy had noticed how alienating power was. It bred controlling jealousy in others, as with the Watcher���s Council (and occasionally her friends). The Power made relationships difficult; most men were too delicate for her strength. The Power called for hard choices made quickly. The Power came with Duty, like an anchor around her neck, allowing her only the most narrow of paths: cut yourself off in order to save as many people as you can. It was the path nearly every Slayer had walked.

The Slayer was truly a golden cage everyone was scrambling to rule. A perfect prison.

She wondered if Hecate had shrieked the day Buffy decided to hang with Willow over Cordelia.

“They don’t have to like me,” she said. “They just have to follow me. I think we’re there. They’ve stopped second guessing me, at least.

“By the way, I’ve been staying at your place.” Buffy smiled at Dean, revelling in the comfort of him. “It was the closest I could get to you. My house just doesn’t feel like mine anymore, especially without you there.”

Dean kissed her hand. Her entire body buzzed with excitement.

They’d walked far enough to find themselves on the edge of the rich neighborhood. Dean let out a low whistle as they passed a starter mansion. “Forget your place or mine. We should have just moved over here.”

“Why not now?” she giggled, leading Dean by the hand into a gated pool.

They peeled back the pool cover before stripping. Her blouse, his button down. Her bra, his t-shirt. She paused before sliding off her pants to admire his broad shoulders, the way his powerful muscles rippled under his skin. He pushed down his jeans and boxers together, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning over his already stiffening length.

Dean dove in, a clean line of muscle and sex, only to bob up seconds later with a cry of excitement. “Woo! Colder than I expected.”

She dove in anyway, the chill shocking her. He was there, and she wanted to feel every inch of him against her, inside her. The most intimate they’d been in weeks was holding each other after she’d been possessed.

They swam toward each other, enjoying their weightlessness while their hands slowly explored each other’s bodies as if touching something rare and priceless. She wrapped her legs around his waist, happy with the familiar thickness of him between her thighs. Dean kissed her long and slow, gently sucking on the tip of her tongue, his fingers caressing her breasts. Each kiss felt like he was tugging on a string, unbinding her, setting her free.

His smile wide, he hoisted her up on the side of the pool and teasingly licked up her inner thigh. Clamping his arms around her legs, he buried his face in her. She could barely breathe as he traced circles with his tongue. Fingers twisted in his wet hair, she bucked against his mouth, her need increasing with each lap of his tongue. Soon, she arched her back and cried out as pleasure washed over her, wave after wave of missing him, of needing him. Her body still humming, she laid back in the sun.

Pushing himself up on the edge of the pool, Dean lay beside her, grinning, his arm draped over her stomach. “You look happy.”

Buffy sat up, pulling him with her. “I’m not done with you,” she purred as she pushed him onto a poolside chaise lounge.

Her body pulsed and pleaded to have him inside of her. She froze for just a second, the memory of the demon cackling that word -- baby -- reverberating in her brain.

“You okay?” Squinting at her, he shielded his eyes from the sun.

“Enjoying the view.”

She dropped to her knees. He could still fill her lungs, her hands, her mouth. Buffy placed her hands on his thighs, covering up his running list of the dead (a list soon to grow longer) tattooed there. Covering up the J. H.

Dean moaned softly as she took him in her mouth inch by inch. He grinned at her, his tongue caught between his teeth. She increased her pace, watching his lust-blown eyes until she stroked a shuddering oooo from his pink lips still glistening with her.

When they were both satisfied, Dean pulled her into his arms. They laid together on the lounge, the sun warming their skin, dreaming of an imaginary future. Buffy traced his tattoos with her fingers and idly tapped on his freckles. A pleased hum popped in her throat as he played with her hair.

“I was mulling over what you said the night before we left. You said the longer we’re together, the more you want.” Dean paused to kiss the top of her head. “I want that too, whatever shape it takes.”

Buffy propped herself up on her arm and looked him in the eye. His naive hope made her heart ache. Their future was too complicated. “But we can’t have that, Dean. When this is over, I go back to nightly patrols. Those are our nights out: killing vampires. The job hunt is going to start up again, and with that on my plate, I don’t think I can keep up with college. We don’t have the time for more.”

“Bullshit!” he said, his face pained. “The Watcher’s Council is dead, Girly. Who do you think makes the rules now?”

“I can’t abandon--”

“Who said anything about abandoning anything? The Council was in England, right? Now you got fifty plus girls in your house that need Watchers and training. You got Giles and Sam. I’m sure a few more will step up. Who says they have to go back to England? Who says the Potentials can’t get hands-on training doing patrols once a week? Who says all the fighting has to be on your shoulders all the time?”

It just sounded like more to handle. More to worry about. She’d been in such despair since the slaughter at the winery, she hadn’t thought about life after the Apocalypse. “Let’s lock up Lucifer, then plan for the future.”

Dean kissed her on the forehead. “Okay, darlin’. How about a present instead?”

He retrieved his duffel bag from where he’d dropped it by the gate. “Death said he was the one who reaped you both times. You wouldn’t leave the first time, when you drowned, but the second time you were happy to go.”

Anyone else would have deemed her suicidal to face death as she had, but Dean understood sacrifice.

“Anyway, he gave me something for you.” Dean unzipped his bag and pulled out a golden bow, the string fine like spider silk and glowing like silver, and a quiver of six golden arrows.

They were hers. Artemis’s. They were as familiar to her as her own reflection. The grip formed to her hand as if her hand had formed it. The tension on the string perfect.

Throwing Dean’s shirt over her nakedness, she dashed onto the front lawn. The former owners of a house at the end of the block had an affinity for yard decorations. Within a minute, she’d shot a fake deer, a small battalion of lawn gnomes. Seven shots, but there was still an arrow in her quiver. She pulled it out. One golden arrow in her hand, and one in the quiver. She raced to the end of the block to retrieve her arrows, and when she returned them to the quiver, there were six again.

Something inside her began to wake up.

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Imagine...A Cold Day On Set

Square: Cuddling

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 690

A/N: Written/Created for @spnfluffbingo

“Come here and cuddle with, Dean,” he said, holding out his arms as he sat on top of the couch in his trailer.

“I totally would but you might have to fight off my husband. Even Dean Winchester wouldn’t be a match against that,” you teased, Jensen’s lip tugging up.

“Trust me. He’s cool with you cuddling around,” said Jensen.

“Dork,” you said, climbing into his lap, his arms wrapping tightly around you. “You’re cold.”

“We’ve been shooting outside all day,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder. “The one time you get single layer Dean it’s like ten degrees out. I’m freezing.”

“Dean needs a cuddle?” you asked. Jensen nodded, stealing the fleece blanket you kept for him from its spot tucked behind the couch and throwing it over yourselves. “Dean does wuv hugs after all.”

“Dean’s super in need of a cuddle...like 24/7. Dude needs a puppy or something,” said Jensen, reaching an arm up to hit the overhead lights off.

“Sweetheart, you have one more scene to film. It’s not bedtime yet,” you said.

“I’m just resting my eyes,” he said, shoving his face in the back of your neck.

“Jensen. Jensen wake up!” you said with a giggle.

“I’m awake,” he grumbled. “Are you gonna drive me home?”

“Uh huh. I’m even going to cook you dinner before you pass out in bed,” you said.

“I’m a very lucky boy then,” he said, sighing as he snuggled into you.

“Colt, if you were ever going to be a cranky baby and keep daddy up, now is the time to do it, bud,” you said.

“Don’t tempt him,” said Jensen, lifting his head to stare over at the baby carrier. “Can you bring him over to cuddle too?”

“He’s sleeping,” you said. Colt decided to start kicking his feet that exact moment, showing off his flexibility and grabbing his toes with a mischievous laugh.

“Let me see my baby boy,” said Jensen, scooting you up and over to the carrier. You pulled him out of his blankets and turned him around, Jensen making goofy faces as you set Colt down in his arms.

You fixed the big guy’s blanket, Jensen bumping his nose against his son’s, his energy coming back to him.

“Your mom’s cuddles are awesome but yours are so much awesomer,” he said, Colt snuggling into Jensen’s chest.

“You’re doing Dean again,” you said, lifting Jensen’s legs up at the other end of the couch, letting them drape over your lap.

“You like when I do Dean,” he said with a smirk, Colt reaching up to fist in his shirt making him aw. “How was he today?”

“Threw up on me twice. Peed on me. Didn’t want to eat his green beans. He’s like a little drunk you,” you said. Jensen squinted his eyes.

“Hey, one of those things I’m proud to say I’ve never done. What are green beans doing in our house by the way. They are banned,” he said, tickling Colt’s chest. “You don’t like em like me huh.”

“I like green beans,” you said, pulling off his boots, rubbing his feet.

“That’s because you’re a psychopath,” said Jensen.

“Do you want a foot rub or not?” you asked, moving your hands away.

“Mommy’s a very pretty psychopath, Colt,” teased Jensen, reaching his hand out for your legs. “Come on. You’re the one deserves a foot rub after taking care of this munchkin all day.”

A knock at the door made him groan and sit up, walking over with Colt.

“They need me?” he asked, getting a head nod as he held up a finger. “Daddy’s got to go back to work kiddo but I will see you super soon.”

“Boots, babe,” you said as he started to head back out the door after setting Colt down, glancing down to spot just his socks.

“I am so tired,” he said, sitting down and tossing them on, kissing you quick as you folded up his blanket. “I owe you a foot rub.”

“You want green beans for dinner then, right?” you asked, Jensen whipping his head around. “Spaghetti?”

“Much better. See you two cuties later.”

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