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waywardxwords · 8 months

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1. Damn You, Sam Winchester

Chapter 1 of Little Secrets

Summary: Sam, Dean and Y/N are enjoying celebratory drinks after a hunt. Whiskey makes it challenging for Y/N to hide her feelings from Sam, especially when the youngest Winchester needs a place to crash after the bar. First installment in Little Secrets.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,682

Warnings: Fluff? No warnings, really.

MASTERLIST

The bar was loud and heavy with secondhand smoke. Y/N graciously took the rocks glass of whiskey from Dean with a nod of her head in appreciation.

“Here’s to ganking that son of a bitch,” Dean smiled proudly, his words sticking together just a tad from the slew of drinks they had already downed. Y/N knew she couldn’t keep up with the Winchesters when it came to many things, drinking included, but she certainly wasn’t going to bow out now. She already got enough crap from them for being the chick, she wasn’t about to give them another reason to mess with her.

One more drink, she thought to herself for the third time now. “Here, here,” she clanked her glass against theirs and they all tipped back to enjoy.

It had been a normal run-of-the-mill case; nothing too exciting. Just another vengeful spirit stuck in the real world. Sam’s lips curved up as he noticed Dean’s eyes venture back to the bar where a small blonde was perched, her head tossed back with laughter from whatever her friend had just said.

“Dean, you might wanna take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Sam joked as he caught his brother’s attention. Either Sam was a damn good actor or he could severely drink his brother and their female hunter friend under the table.

Dean smirked confidently. “Better yet, I think I’m gonna go talk to her,” he stood wobbly from his high-top chair at the small round table they had scored and steadied himself.

“You do that, Hot Shot. Just don’t piss her off,” you chimed in as you took another sip from the straight whiskey in your glass. “I don’t feel like defending your ass tonight.”

“See now, Doll Face, I take that as a challenge,” he winked at her before he began to stagger off towards the blonde bombshell at the bar.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she called after him, “Don’t call me Doll Face!”

Sam laughed as his older (and much drunker) brother left earshot of their table.

“God, he’s such an ass,” Y/N murmured as she took yet another sip from her glass. This drink is never ending, she thought to herself as Sam started to speak.

“I can’t believe I’m defending him, but he means well,” Sam shrugged as he took the rest of his drink down in one more gulp. “Trust me, he could be calling you something much worse. It’s a term of endearment,” the corners of his lips turned up in a small smirk and Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.

Down, girl, her mental notes kicked in full gear. Since when did Sam Winchester make her breath hitch? Sure, he was gorgeous. And tall. And that hair…she shook her head to try and shake out those thoughts. They were hunting pals. That was it. Her motto had always been: “Don’t shit where you work.” Or maybe it’s “don’t shit where you eat”...or is it “sleep”? Her drunken thoughts were rambling together in her mind; she was thankful that he spoke up again to quiet her thoughts that were beginning to make her head spin.

“He trusts you. We both do,” Sam’s thoughtful sentiment made her feel proud. It took a lot for the Winchesters to fully trust another hunter. They had been through so much and these days it seemed like everyone wanted their heads on a stick.

“I trust you guys, too,” Y/N answered honestly. “I had never hunted with anyone besides Jeff and Lily before, but I’m glad Bobby sent me to you two.”

Six months back, Y/N had been hunting with Jeff and Lily Ripley. They were a married couple from Indiana who had found Y/N barely alive after her roommate had gotten turned by a vamp and nearly drained her body dry. They took her to Bobby who helped her heal, and after she demanded him to do so, he trained her and taught her to hunt. Jeff and Lily had worked with her ever since that first day almost two years ago. That was until three months ago when Y/N was visiting her sister in Kansas. A case popped up that she didn’t know too much about–Jeff and Lily were 1,000 miles away, so Bobby pulled Sam and Dean in on the case. The boys helped her determine it was a changeling, and they fought the case together. Recently, the boys had been calling her more frequently and vice versa; it just so happened that she spent more time these days hunting with the brothers.

“Are you gonna go back after this?” Sam asked, almost as if he had read her thoughts.

“Back? To Jeff and Lily?” He nodded at her question. “I haven’t put a lot of thought into it,” she shrugged. She had been thinking about it, but not as much recently as she had before. “They were really great to me when this all started, so I wouldn’t mind it. Plus, I know you and Dean are more into your Dynamic Duo thing…”

Sam’s brows furrowed together. “Y/N, we love hunting with you. That’s why we always call you when we need an extra set of hands.”

“I know,” she swirled the caramel-colored liquor around in her glass, her eyes watching as it sloshed around the sides. “But I also know you guys kind of have your own thing going.”

She was slightly startled when Sam reached his hand across the small table and landed on top of hers. Her eyes instantly flew to his. “We like having you here. This is us inviting you to stay. Only if you want to,” he added in at the end. “If you want to hunt with Jeff and Lily, that’s okay too.”

Y/N knew he was lying. The boys didn’t like Jeff and Lily; well, mostly just Jeff. They said he couldn’t be trusted, though you didn’t understand why. “Why don’t you trust Jeff?” The words fell from her mouth so quickly, there was no stopping them.

Sam took his hand away and shrugged awkwardly, this time he averted his eyes to his now-empty rocks glass. “It’s not that I don’t trust him…” he tried to form the right words on this one. “He seems like a nice enough guy. I just get a weird feeling from him.”

“A weird feeling?” Her eyes narrowed as she dipped her head to try to find his gaze. “What do you mean?” She felt like she had great intuition and was a good judge of character, especially when it came to judging hunters. But she knew Sam was better and from her personal experience with the youngest Winchester, his gut was almost always spot on.

Sam’s shoulders shrugged up and down, and his eyes found hers again. “I just don’t think he looks out for you all the time, that’s all.”

Huh. It was certainly food for thought. Y/N mulled it over in her drunken haze. She always felt safe when she was on a hunt with Jeff and Lily–she felt like it had something to do with the way they had rescued her the first night she was ever introduced to the world of the supernatural. But yet at the same time, she felt like she was safer with Sam and Dean.

“Sorry, I feel like I just killed the vibe,” Sam tried to laugh as he absentmindedly played with his glass.

“No, no,” Y/N shook her head and this time put her hand on him. “Sam, you didn’t. I promise.” She smiled as his eyes looked up towards her face.

“Good,” Sam smiled back. His gaze danced towards the bar where Dean was just shoving his phone back into his coat pocket. Simultaneously, Sam’s cell vibrated against the table where it sat. He laughed as he read the text aloud. “It’s from Dean. ‘Sammy, don’t hate me. Bringing her back to the hotel. Make yourself sparse for a few?’”

“Gotta love him,” Y/N shook her head and finished off the remainder of her drink, already knowing she would regret it in the morning.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “I have some research to go over, anyway. I can do that from the Impala.”

“That’s dumb, I have a room,” she shrugged. “You can just work from there. Even if I do fall asleep, I can assure you the light won’t keep me up.”

“You sure?” Sam frowned with a smile. “Trust me, I’ve spent many nights in that damn car because Dean is feeling ‘lonely’.”

Y/N scrunched her nose up. “Ew,” she shuddered at the thought of Dean and all the blonde bombshells he must find while on hunts. She shook her head from the thought. “I’m positive. Let’s get outta here.” She nodded towards the door of the bar. Both she and Sam stood up and grabbed their stuff. Sam texted Dean back saying that he would be in Y/N’s room if he needed anything. Dean didn’t seem to care. “And honestly? I have two beds in my room, so if you need to crash, you can.”

Sam seemed somewhat relieved. “Thanks, another reason why I’m okay with you hunting with us,” he winked as he held the bar door open for Y/N. “I don’t have to sleep in a room that reeks of sex.”

Y/N felt her face flush and she wasn’t sure why. She pushed it to the back of her mind after she thanked him for holding the door and they made their way to her car. Sam reached for her hand and it made her heart flutter. He took the keys from the palm of her hand and smiled.

“Sorry Y/N, I know it’s a short drive, but you’re hammered. I’m drivin’ tonight,” his Southern drawl always came out a bit more when he had been drinking. Y/N didn’t say a word, mostly because she was afraid if she did, it would come out in a stutter. Damn you, Sam Winchester.

#supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x female reader #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #supernatural ff #supernatural fanfic #spn ff

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bunnyramen · 10 months

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Tw/Death/Talk of Self Sacrifice

Despite all he’d done, fighting himself, fighting the spot, jumping from dimension to dimension, they still couldn’t save his dad in time.

The kicker was that an hour before him, Rio had come in contact with a patient that had a venom symbiote. While police were shooting to kill the alien that was destroying the hospital, a bullet ricocheted and hit his mother.

It severed an artery in her arm, and she bled out before anyone could get to her.

When he came back, he was met with family members and police telling him the news.

He was never ok with losing his Dad and he never will be ok with it. But losing his mom on the same day, it was too much for him.

So, as Miles watched both of his parents lowered into the earth, no tears could come out.

Flowers upon flowers were laid on both of their graves by Rio’s side of the family, candles, and favors peppered the recently laid dirt.

Everybody was waiting for the other shoe to drop as they watched Miles watch his parents be laid to rest.

Miguel couldn’t say anything to him, and if Miles could think, he’d tell him to never show his face to him ever again.

He doesn’t know why he bothered to show up.

His friends set their versions of objects on their graves, which Miles half appreciated.

Peter B brought a Puerto Rican flag for Rio and a pair of sunglasses for Jefferson.

Peni laid out a mechanical piece shaped like a heart.

Spider Noir had a bouquet of gray roses while SpiderHam brought goofy gag glasses.

(His universe didn’t have much that wasn’t hilarious since people don’t die traditionally)

Hobie, who had worn different color shoelaces out of respect for Miles, put down a candle with one of his lucky guitar strings wrapped around.

Pav brought a small statue that sat between their graves.

Gwen gave them one of her favorite drumsticks and a picture of Miles she had taken.

Margo couldn’t bring anything since she wasn’t there, but she did give him a side hug.

Ganke bowed twice to his mother and father, and once to him.

People tried talking to him, sobbing family and friends from all over the city and even further comforting him, his comrades trying to give their best condolences, but he really couldn’t care less about all that right now.

He tore off the tie he had hastily knotted and failed at doing so because he couldn’t quite remember the way Dad showed him because he was.. numb.

His fingers were numb as threw his tie on the ground.

His head was numb to thoughts that weren’t his parents.

Maybe a glitch will come and undo all this as if it had never happened.

But the multiverse was fixed for the most part.

The probability of things like that happening...

..Zero to none.

He wanted to scream.

What hurt most than being an orphan in just one hour, was that he never got the chance to say he loved them one last time.

He touches his freckled cheeks, the ones his mother gave him, as he breathed a heavy sigh through the lips he got from his father.

Miles plopped down between their two graves, being careful of the stuff people had laid down.

“I never got to tell you guys the biggest secret of them all.” He whispered, “I’m Spider-Man.”

At first, something bubbled in his gut. A warm feeling of.. laughter.

It started as a scoff that led to a chuckle, then a full-bodied laugh came over as he fell backward in tears.

“The biggest fucking thing I was worried about was you abandoning me because of that, and I guess it came true!” Hot globs of anguish flowed down his cheeks, as his laugh grew manic and loud.

He didn’t stop until someone stood over him.

“Miles, you’re hysterical. You need to take a deep breath.” Miguel reached a hand out to try and pick him up, but Miles grabbed his wrist.

With all his Spider-Man strength, he squeezed it and as he looked up into the eyes devoid of much emotion, he had a single thought as his mouth abruptly clamped shut to end his howls.

“It should’ve been you.” He didn’t dare voice it even if at that moment, he wish it would happen just for a second.

He didn’t voice that very real expression of anger, but he did say something a little less harsh.

“I’m allowed to be whatever the fuck I want to be right now.” He lets go of Miguel’s wrist, letting his hand fall limp on the grass.

He didn’t even feel like laughing anymore, just laying there lax, his eyes taking in the oddly clear blue day. If he thought hard enough, this is what it would feel like to be dead.

But there’s no light in a deadman’s eyes, only darkness.

So he closed his own.

He briefly wondered what his Uncle saw right before he died.

If anyone tried to save his mom as she felt her organs shut down from the lack of blood.

What his dad thought about right before that fatal shot to the head.

After a few moments, someone picked him up as they sat on the grass near his body, putting his head in their lap.

He could smell who it was before he opened his eyes, Tía Daniela always smelled like fresh-cut roses.

It didn’t help that she looked so similar to her big sister, just a little more soft and huggable. Even with that, he could still see his mom.

“Let it out, mi amol.” She put a warm hand on his chest, his heart thudding against his sternum, trying to get out from whatever he was keeping in.

He took a sharp, stuttering breath as he sobbed loudly into her skirt, gripping the fabric between his sticky hands. She cradled him against her as if shielding him away from everything.

He didn’t care if all of Brooklyn heard him, he didn’t give a single, solitary shit.

He hoped he was loud enough to wake the dead.

Miles cried until his chest felt it would cave in, something sitting heavy in his chest that wouldn’t get up no matter how much he begged.

“I want.. I want them back. I’d give up my own life just for that to be.”

Daniela cupped his cheek with one manicured hand, “Don’t you dare say that, boy. You know your parents would say the same if you took their place.”

Even in the face of her grief, losing one of her big sisters, here she was comforting Miles.

She appreciated her so much, more than he could voice at the moment.

“We’re gonna take care of you, I promise you that. You’re one of our babies.” She smiled down at him with tears in her eyes, “Oh, I wish I could take this pain away from you.”

Somewhere in between her saying that, and some other family members coming over, he must’ve fallen asleep.

That must’ve been what happened or else he wouldn’t have woken up.. wherever he is.

He’s sure as hell not home or with family, no matter how cozy the bed feels or how comforting the decor is, he doesn’t know where he’s been taken.

His wrists were empty of his webs.

And he wasn’t wearing the suit from the funeral.

Shit.

Hearing voices downstairs, he decided to start there. Miles turned on his invisible, planning to get the jump on whoever it was that kidnapped him.

Who the hell kidnaps a kid at their parent's funeral anyways?

They’ve gotta be sick.

His shoeless feet allowed him to walk on the wall of the stairs, stepping over what looked like family photos.

The voices became clearer as he was in clear view of the living room next to the stairs.

“Don’t you think someone should’ve stayed with him so he doesn’t freak out?”

That was Hobie’s voice.

“Why would he freak out?”

Miguel. (He was still feeling conflicted about talking to him.)

“Oh I don’t know, imagine waking up in a house you’ve never been in, undressed by unknown people plus finding that his webs are stolen.”

“I should go check on him.”

Tía Daniela is here too? But.. that would mean...

He stood on the stairs, looking over the railing, everyone sitting on homey-looking couches. He looked back at the photos he stepped over, they were mostly of Mayday.

Must be Peter and MJ’s house.

Speaking of which, the little girl seemingly looked up at him and pointed. Everybody brought their gaze to where she was giggling and staring, and Miles decided there was no point in hiding.

He uncloaked himself, everybody gained that same pitied look people gave him when his Uncle Aaron had passed.

Except for Hobie, but he didn’t mind. He just had a natural resting bitch face.

“Miles, hey buddy..” Peter was beckoning him to come down with a few swings of his hand.

“Are you feeling hungry?” Mj asked as she made a space on the couch between Daniela and herself for him.

Miles shook his head, “How’d I even get here? What did you tell my Tía?”

“I carried you here through a portal.” Daniela explained, “Peter told me.. everything. He trusted me with such a secret and I’m very grateful. I’m able to better understand what’s going on, even if I don’t quite get what it means to be Spider-Man or ‘canon events’.”

“We brought you here because bringing you to your actual apartment would’ve been too much. Were we wrong about that?” Peni asked, Miles nodded wordlessly.

“Sorry that your folks answered the last roll call, kid. “ Spider-Noir’s wording for their death nearly made him chuckle.

Miles shrugged, not having a clue what to say.

“I know you must not know what to do now, man.” Ganke adjusted his glasses, “My parents would be happy to have you as their kid.”

Miles half smiled, “Thanks, dude.”

“You could come live with one of us. You know any of your family members would be more than happy to take you, Papi.” Daniela wrapped an arm around his shoulder, kissing his forehead.

He was filled with gratitude that everyone was opening their homes up to him, however.. he wished so badly that he could go home to his parents.

Make his dad stand still for a sketch or help Mami with cooking.

But that wasn’t possible now, not in this lifetime at least.

“Actually, and smack me if this crazy-“ Peter felt a tiny smack from Mayday, who he playfully pouted at, “-you could always stay here with us. This is just a suggestion. You’d be able to still go to school, and of course, visit family and friends in Brooklyn anytime. I know you’re in a tough position, and I’d never ask you to make a choice now but-“

“I’ll have to think about it. I’m still pretty.. tired and it just feels.. so strange.”

“Of course, Miles. You got all the time in the world.” Daniela hugged him close.

—-

I only wrote this much but I’m conflicted on who he should stay with. Any ideas?

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mcavoy-girl · 1 year

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I'm gonna be right here

"I got you"

Woman collapsing into his arms. Man cradles her head, lifting her up. He adjusts his hands so that the other one is securely around her waist. He gently rocks her, humming "hey jude" to her. She shakily lifts her hand, cupping Dean's face.

"I'm gonna be fine, we're gonna be fine"

Then she goes limp in his arms, her hand slowly dropping down.

Woman being impaled by a piece of rebar, man running to her.

"Y/N!"

You look up at him, reaching out to him. Dean grabs your hand, kissing it.

"Don't leave me"

"I'm not gonna leave you, I'm gonna be right here" You put your hand over Dean's chest, right on top of his heart.

"I love you"

"Love you too"

You take a pained, shaky breath.

"Goodbye, Dean, goodbye"

You let your hand fall down on your side, letting out your last breath,one tear slipping down your cheek. Then your head falls forward onto Dean's shoulder.

Dean stands by your funeral pyre with Sammy and Miracle. Dean is rotating the lighter, your lighter, on his hands. He hesitates several moments before throwing it in. The pyre ignites and is in seconds fully ablaze.

The boys watch it with tears in their eyes.

In the bunker, Dean is roaming the halls, until he ends in the library. There he sees the carvings on the table. He runs his hand over your initials. Tears are flowing down his cheeks. He lets out a pained scream, swiping the things on the table to the floor.

You appear in Heaven, standing marveling at your surroundings. Then you hear a familiar voice.

"Welcome to Heaven, kiddo"

"At least I made it Heaven, huh"

"Yep"

You walk over to Bobby, sitting down on the chair next to him.

"But I have a question, weren't you Heaven's lock-up?"

"Before Jack went whenever he went, he made some changes around here. Busted my ass out. Then he tore the walls down. It ain't just Heaven, it's Heaven you deserve,Y/N"

And we've been waiting for you"

Bobby opens the cooler, taking out two beers. He hands the other to you. You pop it open, taking a drink.

"Tastes like the first drink I had"

"Quality stuff"

"No, crap but it was fantastic"

You have a forlorn look on your face. Bobby notices this, saying:

"Time here moves differently than down there"

"They'll be along"

You smile at Bobby. He returns the smile.

"So the question is what are you gonna do now, Y/N?"

You see your Mustang parked a few meters away.

"I think I'll go for a drive"

"Have fun"

You walk over to her, getting in.

"Hey, Honey"

You start the car, then turn the radio on.

"Carry on wayward son by Kansas starts blasting.

" Ah, love this song"

You speed down the road, the song continues as the scene shifts between you driving down the road and the Winchesters living down on Earth.

Dean is on a hunt after hunt, while Sam is living the normal life.

Years later Dean is on a werewolf hunt, one of them swipes at him before he manages to gank it. He's sitting on the ground, holding his bleeding side. Dean dials Sam.

"Dean?"

"Hiya, Sammy"

"You okay?"

"No, not really"

"I-I got hurt on that werewolf hunt I said I was going on"

"Hold on, I'm on my way"

Dean smiles, letting the hand holding the phone drop down next to him. He lets out his last breath. Just as he's let out his last breath, Sammy barges in. He sees Dean lying on the ground. Sam runs over to him, checking for a pulse. When he doesn't find it, he lets out a sob.

In Heaven, Dean stands in the same spot that you stood all those years ago.

"Looks like I've made it"

"Yep"

"Y/N?"

"Hi, Dean"

He smiles, walking to you. Dean pulls you up from the chair and into a hug. You wrap your arms around him.

"Wanna go for a drive?" Dean looks over your shoulder and sees Baby waiting there with Honey.

"Hell yeah"

You pull back and grab his hand, leading him to the cars. You both get in your cars, driving off.

Soon you reach the bridge, getting out of your cars. You two walk to the railing, leaning against it. Dean pulls you against him, wrapping his arm around you.

Meanwhile on Earth, old Sam is lying on his bed, pictures that include Sam's loved ones are scattered around him. Dean II comes into the room, grabbing his fathers hand, saying:

"It's okay, dad, you can go now"

Then Sam smiles at him, putting his hand on top of his sons. He then lets out his last breath. Machines start beeping.

"Carry on wayward son" by Neoni starts playing.

In Heaven, Sam appears on the bridge.

You both smile, saying:

Hey, Sammy"

You two turn around, seeing Sam standing there. He pulls you two in a brief hug, then you three look at the landscape. Scene fades to black.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #bobby singer

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candycryptids · 8 months

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4 do they have a canon mount or minions? What are their names? If applicable!

30 what was their highest point in Shadowbringers? Their lowest? What caused it?

((Omg I’m dumb I forgot the number but:)) how do they feel about Zenos?

Ok ok I’m sorry this took a while I was gonna take screenshots but then the mog-event started and instead I raided until my wrist hurt LOL (and then I typed this all up laying in bed and kicking my feets- read more cos it just got fuckin long

So for Minions/Mounts/Names; Mochiie has adopted two little Chocobo hatchlings- a tan-brown one he named named Anne, and a deep orange one he named SallyBeth he’s not 100% sure what breeds they are, but he does end up eventually saddling Anne adventure during Heavensward and SallyBeth during Stormblood, with the two of them each having their own strengths in terms of riding. SallyBeth is a Draft sized Chocobo too tender hearted for battle and ends up being more suited to long journeys across the continent or carrying luggage/passengers/pulling the cart, if need be. Anne is a smaller sized spitfire that is most likely to kick and bite apart anything that gets in her way. Mochi is the only one that can safely handle her, though I would call them “drift compatible”. Anne has bitten several people on the ass before, and will steal gyshal greens out of your bag.

Anne is also kitted out with a special ‘trick saddle’ he had custom made during his stint on the Steppe in Stormblood, so he can put his foot up on the saddle horn for extra height-stability to fire his bow while riding. (Hence why they are “drift compatible” in order for this to work, Anne actually wears blinders to keep her focused and running steady)

(Since I haven’t thought about Shadowbringers too extensively for my two canon WoL’s, I’ll give you this weird answer from Chuusday the non-WoL, and her wife, also a non-WoL but more involved w/ the WoL, it’s complicated ik ik we haven’t nailed out what happens with the WoL yet tho;)

Lowest point was when Chuusday’s wife Talia got soul-ganked and she didn’t even get to find out about this until she was summoned to the first (eon become instant yadda yadda) a week or so later to help fight The Big Problem which was all told a hilarious situation. Because her wife was really hurt and despite being inactive by nature that was enough to send her into a guns blazing fury. I think she temporarily became a Gunbreaker she got so mad-

High point was the Yorha Raids- for all the ups and downs during, getting to explore the ruins of the city and pick through the parts for upgrades made all Chuu’s dopamine receptors light on god damn fire. Tuesday gets a body upgrade just from all the salvage. He’s lighterweight than ever. His link Pearl gets built in temporarily but ends up disabled in favor of a physical linkpearl after concerns abt being listened in on without safe action to prevent it being available.

Aaaand, “how does the WoL feel about Zenos?”

The short answer; Mochiie is obsessed with this guy for a long time. It makes him worse. It brings out the ugliness in what he would’ve considered his good traits.

The longer answer;

“I can fix him” but it’s a hard lesson. It’s a hard lesson because sometimes people can’t be fixed. Zenos becomes an all-consuming yard stick that Mochi measures himself against strength wise as he fights to become stronger, faster, wittier, he’ll think of the right things to say this time and make Zenos change for the better and recognize the humanity and feelings in others but it just keeps not working. Because Zenos doesn’t want to be fixed. He wants to be your obsession. He wants the person with the potential to be an interesting fight, a meal to be fattened and braised for hours- he wants them to be obsessed with him just as much as he is. More than he is. And Mochi falls right into that readily, of having potential to be a fight that makes his blood sing. And Mochiie thinks in his overwhelming strength is the same potential for overwhelming goodness. It is. Not easy to accept when that isn’t so.

He’s never had to run into a wall like Zenos before. He does eventually make peace with it, after beating him down as Shinryuu, baring his whole self snarling and ugly and tired to face against a terrible primal that was someone he thought worth saving. (He’d made it work with Ysayle, they found common ground before her death, even Urianger, for his turncoat moments, they found sense, things made *sense* Zenos doesn’t make any **sense**—)

Zenos isn’t here to make sense and fit into neat and tidy boxes or be some ‘fix-it’ project that can be saved lmfao.

I joke in a modern au Mochiie would write a ten+ paragraph argument, cited sources, research, hours, days of carefully picked words and picked apart drafted, revised, revised again thoughts, and Zenos would send back the equivalent of

“ur mom suck me good and hard through my shorts 🤣🤪😜” like .2 seconds later, implying he didn’t even bother to read it… and he like, really won’t.

#orz this is so long and I don’t wanna keep poking at it so I hope it all makes sense and isn’t confusing I feel like sometimes my writing #gets kinda (dog running in circles chasing his tail getting slowly more and more worked up)#ask game #octag #Mochiie Kaisuri #Chocobo Anne #Chocobo SallyBeth #I don’t babygirl Zenos #he’s at his best when he’s weird and super crazy 4 u #how Zenos changes between the Multi-WoL timeline and the Single WoL timeline is so interesting #which btw is why I couldn’t write for Shadowbringers I’m not intimately familiar w/ the multi-wol timeline enough to say where #the highs and lows are yet lmfao #oh god I’m rambling in the tags

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traincat · 3 years

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Disregard my last ask because the latest issue raised a troubling question that I, as a black man, feel the need to clarify with you, a woman. That whole whole Ned Leeds/Betty Brant business is sexual assault via deception right? Like you know more about Clones and Spider-Man 616 than I but I feel like that’s besides the point because it happened to Betty. She is carrying the child of whom she thought was her dead ex-husband. And Ned clone has to know he is a clone. He has to know. Unlike Ben and Kaine, he has the awareness and information of the Jackal and the awareness of his progenitor’s death.

Or am I reaching too far and reading too far into things?

I'm glad you came back and asked this specific question because it's definitely something I have a lot of thoughts on, and I’m glad you asked my thoughts on it as a woman because I think this is one of those comic book storylines that’s hard for me to divorce that fact from -- the fact that I’m a woman definitely plays into how I view this storyline specifically and how it effects me, in ways I don’t think were necessarily intended by some of the writers involved in its ongoing arc who were not looking at things from the same perspective I’m coming at them from. I definitely don't think you're reaching or reading too far into things -- I think that is what's being presented on the page, albeit likely without authorial intent. Just as like a general disclaimer, I'm not closely following Spencer's run for the sheer reason that I'm not enjoying it very much, although I'm aware of the general directions it's taking through friends and social media. But I actually think this Betty/Ned issue goes back pretty far.

First things first, I think Clone Conspiracy really wreaked havoc on how Spider-Man as a series has always handled clones. Pre-Clone Conspiracy, there was a very clear clone narrative going on: clones are their own person, they are not direct copies or replacements of the original. You see this with Ben Reilly and you see it with the Gwen Stacy clones. Clones are treated as their own individuals, even if they have to struggle to get to that point -- there's even an issue of Spider-Man Unlimited where Ben and Betty go on a date. Betty doesn't know that Ben is Peter's clone -- he's introduced as his cousin -- and they both reflect on how you can't go back to the way things were. So even though Ben has all of Peter's memories regarding his initial romance with Betty, the narrative makes it clear that Ben and Betty cannot recapture that connection or that exact relationship.

Here's where Clone Conspiracy changed everything, in my opinion for the worse: Clone Conspiracy's clone narrative is that these clones are, essentially, the original person. I believe the Marvel wiki still actually lists the end of Clone Conspiracy as 616 Gwen Stacy's issue of death instead of Amazing Spider-Man #121, because Clone Conspiracy treated that Gwen not simply as a clone with all of the same memories, but as essentially Gwen resurrected through a cloning process. The Billy Connors who was cloned is treated as the same Billy Connors who was killed by his father in Shed (Amazing Spider-Man #630-633). And the clone Ned is treated as the same as 616 Ned. This is a mess, to put it simply, because it goes against all the previous Spider-Man cloning narratives and, honestly, most popular sci-fi clone narratives, and it's seriously undermining decades of good Spider-Man storytelling in ways that Slott didn't address and that Spencer seems unwilling to. It probably wouldn't have been a very big deal -- a frustrating one, but not a big one -- if all of the clones had perished at the end of Clone Conspiracy, but they didn't. Billy Connors escaped, and it's immensely frustrating to me to see Peter treating the Connors family reunion as something he can tolerate when Curt Connors ate his kid, and the Ned clone slithered away in the gutters to, I assume, spite me personally.

Which brings us to the current Betty Brant storyline in Amazing Spider-Man, where Betty has showed up heavily pregnant and informed Peter that the child is Ned's.

Yeah, I would say this is in fact the worst possible part. (ASM (2018) #67) Just speaking for myself, I'm generally not anti-pregnancy or baby storylines in comics, but this one is making me very uncomfortable for reasons beside Spencer being apparently unable to find any way to fit Betty into his stories without her showing pregnant.

So I'm actually going to take this back way, way to when Betty and Ned first got married, with some explanation of who Ned Leeds is for the uninformed, because, especially with the MCU's Ned Leeds in the mix, he's not exactly the world's most well known Spider-Man character. (I’m sure @ubernegro, who is much more well read on Miles Morales’ canon than I am, has thoughts on how the MCU’s Ned borrowed heavily off the character of Ganke Lee with a 616 Peter Parker character’s name pasted over him.) Ned was initially introduced as Peter's competition for Betty's affections -- Ned was older than both Peter and Betty, a working reporter, and presented as the more "stable" option compared to Peter, who of course Betty vastly preferred before circumstances tore them apart. Ned and Betty married in Amazing Spider-Man #156 and jetsetted off to Europe for Ned's job. This is where the cracks in the marriage began. Betty later reveals that she felt abandoned by Ned in Europe, to the point where she was able to come back to New York without his immediate notice -- as a woman, it's very easy to read their relationship at this point as being one filled with, if not abuse, then emotional neglect. Betty and Peter have a quick extramarital affair at this point -- Peter has just broken up with Mary Jane and Betty claims she and Ned are separating -- that persists until Ned returns and punches Peter over it.

(ASM #193)

(ASM #229) Betty and Ned reconcile off panel shortly thereafter, but that's pretty far from the end of the story. It's implied that the problems Betty and Ned previously had start to develop again, namely that Betty feels abandoned by Ned, that he is inattentive and, again, as a woman, it's hard not to read it as emotional neglect, if not abuse -- yet. Betty does start another affair at this point, this time with Flash Thompson, and Ned starts acting strangely. It would later be retconned that he was suffering the effects of hypnotism by the Hobgoblin, but like I said, that's a retcon, and what was happening at the time was that Ned was acting erratically in part because he was the villainous Hobgoblin. Ned becomes controlling, threatening, and verbally and physically abusive towards Betty.

(ASM #284)

(ASM #283) "I suppose you think it's all right for a wife to cheat on her husband!" "No -- but I won't let you hurt her, either." Leaving aside that Peter also had an affair with Betty, something he's conveniently forgetting in the above panels, I've always really liked this exchange, because the narrative makes it clear through Peter's response to Ned that, whatever the audience may think of Betty for cheating on Ned, it is reprehensible for Ned to publicly humiliate her and/or physically abuse her as a response.

Then Ned Leeds dies in Spider-Man vs Wolverine and he's revealed as the Hobgoblin posthumously shortly thereafter and that remains canon for years and years until it's later retconned out, as comics are wont to do. But that's not really that important for this conversation -- my point being, at one point in Spider-Man canon, it's made fairly clear to the reader that Ned is an abusive husband. He emotionally neglected and abused Betty several times over and physically hurt her at least once on panel, with the clear intent that the reader should realize that he is physically hurting her. So for me as a reader and as a woman, this has always been a really uncomfortable relationship. I have a problem with later Spider-Man comics claiming that it's "not Ned's fault" that he abused Betty because of the retcon that he was hypnotized, and I have a problem with the MCU making Betty and Ned into a cute summer fling in Spider-Man: Far From Home, because I feel like Ned's clear abuse of Betty either gets excused or entirely glossed over. And I don’t think the initial abuse storyline is bad -- I think there’s some amount of value in portraying Betty as a woman who marries too young, who experiences a terrible marriage, and who then spends years recovering from that marriage, which was the case up until they retconned Ned’s abuse of her as a side effect of him being controlled by the real Hobgoblin. What I’m specifically uncomfortable with is the post-retcon attitude that since Ned didn’t really mean to abuse Betty, it’s perfectly fine to portray the relationship in a positive light when even before Ned’s abuse became physical that wasn’t the case. I think that’s ultimately really irresponsible storytelling. As a reader, I’m not against soap opera style storylines -- someone getting impregnated by a cone of their ex-husband seems pretty par for the course. But there’s so much additional context here that I still haven’t entirely processed how I feel about this Betty storyline, except that what I feel isn’t positive.

So yes, I would agree with you when I say I think there’s quite a lot of deception involved in Betty’s pregnancy storyline -- the Ned clone didn’t tell her he was a clone, even though he had full knowledge of that fact, just as he had full knowledge of how badly the original Ned treated Betty over the course of their relationship -- that renders their sexual encounter and Betty’s pregnancy uncomfortable for me as a reader, to put it mildly. I don’t think it’s out of character for the Ned clone, given that he acts much like the original Ned: he’s selfish and controlling, withholding information from Betty to suit his own needs. The tragedy of Ned and Betty isn’t that Ned died, as more recent Spider-Man stories like to portray it -- including this one, where Betty doesn’t have the knowledge that a) the Ned she reunited with was a clone and not the original and b) that that clone later died. (ASM #816.) The tragedy is that writers continue to force Betty Brant into Ned Leeds storylines instead of letting her as a character grow past him, and that the only way Spencer thought to include her, one of the longest running Spider-Man characters, back in the story was to have her appear starry-eyed over carrying the child of (the clone of) her abusive ex-husband, and the tragedy is that nobody writing more recent Betty and Ned interactions seems to realize that Ned was a villain not because he was briefly the Hobgoblin but because of how he treated Betty.

#betty brant #ned leeds #marvel comics #long post/#wednesday spoilers #traincat talks comics #*replies

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jeeperso · 3 years

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft, Hazlan Arc, part 5

"It’s cool. They stole it." "And you know this how?" "Magic." “90% of Ravenloft deaths are mysterious vanishings.” "Why does everything come out covered in glitter and … is that …" "Lube. I’ve got a few theories." "Please don’t share them."

OOC: This is a plan that ends with Strahd having fewer brides, his castle is in flames, and he’s lost his cape.

OOC: Our team consists of a horny pyromancer, a gnome who can fillete you in five seconds, an HP lovecraft protagonist with actual magic backing them up, a literal slab of iron with a face, and a guy with a "I went to the eternal city of Ryleth and all I got was PTSD and this lousy T shirt". Gorbash smashing his shield into their face: "Have! You! Considered! Therapy!" OOC: Good news is you guys will no longer be the most conspicuous guys at the masquerade now. Jonni: Challenge accepted! "Nyx, the bounty on stealing his fake mustache is still on."

"Lets see, gonna make Jonni Deathlock six, gonna make the cleric a Huecuva, the Dragonborn a skeleton warrior, make a wight with the gnome.... I don't think I can make an undead with the big guy but pretty sure Hazlik wants him personally." Gorebash is offended. "I beat the shit out of the witch-slaying sentient hammer that was trying to gank you and all I merit is a Skeleton Warrior! That hurts Nima. I expect CR3 or better or I'm taking my corpse business elsewhere." "I'm not powerful enough to make you a death knight, Sorry." Jonni: "Wow, Hazzy, you need better minions. We should kill her." OOC: Point is, if you can make liches or Death knights, Hazlik's already killed you and written his name over your grad thesis.

Jonni: "NOPE! No fey queens. Not after last time! Well… maybe just a few times…"

“Hey, I need to ask for some magic stuff, but also I need an outfit for a royal dinner. Something that says, I’m an ostentatious adventurer visitor to your lands, but also that I plan to spending this dinner in the cloak room with one or more of the serving maids.”

As it is most gauche to appear before a darklord with a warpick sized hole in the middle of one's chest.

"... This place has made green things seem ominous to me."

"A giant beanstalk, this is the most unique wizard's tower I've ever seen."

On that note you also notice behind the Beanstalk is what seems like a huge lagoon of bubbling green ooze. Edmund leans to the side to get a good look... Several zombies are working tossing corpses into it, as the corpses hit the ooze they dissolve into it. Edmund leans back to get a less good look before knocking.

"Since he hopefully can't hear us, Your boss is kind of a self absorbed egomaniac... if he didn't have so power I'm sure someone would have thrown a brick at him by now." “I know where we can find bricks.” "Supply of Bricks is not the issue, Jonni." “Everyone says that until the revolt starts. Pays to be prepared.”

“That explains it. You’re about the research, your boss is about applied power of dickery.”

“I hung around a magic school once to let the grad students study me for their thesis.”

“Oh, good fascist wizards. Why can’t we kill him again?” "Phenomenal cosmic power."

"Oh crud, the ooze someone merged some of the corpses together and brought them back to life as a new being. At least that is my wild guess as to what happened here." Willow blinks. "Um, this is unprecedented." “Nah, but usually you need lighting and some grave robbing.”

"I mean I grew a toe out of corn." Willow says, "Its not that far fetched."

"You think, therefore you are. Freedom is your right." “Weird, that magic red self driving wagon I met once said something similar.”

"The Elder Brain will deal with you eventually. You will never escape it." “Clan chief told me that the day I stole his mammoth after he found me with his daughter. Pretty sure that loser is still freezing his tiny grimbas off on fuck-stick mountain.”

at supper, to Mama: "I am forbidden from your kitchen for good reason, but I may require your assistance with my culinary dark arts for the feast." Mama gives you a dirty look. "Who are you trying to kill?" "Not kill, on purpose anyway, just a severe enough food coma."

"Yes, I already reminded the others we can't fake our deaths again." "Yeah that only works so often," Sergei says. Edmund lost a perfectly good watch that day.

OOC: THE FUCKING LENG FOLK HAVE UFOS! MOTHER-FUCKERS!

"Plus we owe you for sending the Sullivans our way. That was a well paying job." "Yeah, except I got those fleas on me and hallucinated I was a pawn broker sign. That was a weird afternoon."

As side effect of the dark cookery, Marshal's armor is well-oiled throughout the day, though Mama insists he be kept away from Jonni or pregnant women.

...you can see ominous black clouds of smoke coming from the wagon all that day. The rats and roaches circling it with anticipation. With the occasional black speech of "Double it." Mama comes rushing out after a bit, holding a rag on her face. "That.. is very ominous." “We’re gonna have to cast this back into the fires of its creation eventually.” "Marshal may serve the gods, but when he cooks he's channeling Asmodeus himself." OOC: The meal must be cast into the deep fryers of Mount McDoom. Only there can it be unmade.

Marshal's player: *rolls natural 20 on cooking check* GM: Congradulations, it's edible. Marshal: "It...is done..." "By all that is holy..." The chocolate is so dark, light cannot escape it’s surface. 50 pounds of butter per square inch. OOC: It occurs to me this is basically a more fucked up retelling of Snow White.

“Gor, going with plan C cup. You know what I like if he starts thinking he’s cute by offering choices of rewards.” "Try not to do anything that requires a rescue."

Marshall is clearly trying to spontaneously multiclass into psionics the way he's trying to vaporize Hazlik with his stare.

"I will draw." Hazlik smiles, places the cards before you, then steps the hell back. Jonni pat Edmunds shoulder and shakes his hand. “It’s been okay knowing you. You were one of the least dickish dudes I ever met. And part of a select few I didn’t want to punch in the balls.”

“You will. Briefly. That’s a promise from Jonathana, She Who Makes Torches of Men. Daughter of Eloise Wolf Slayer, outcast of the Mammoth Tribe, and consort of the 37th Princess of Fuck Mountain.“

OOC: Nima is someone we can actively reach to strangle to death. Dark lords are a bit out of choking range.

OOC: But.... and this is important: Will Edmund ever get pants? OOC: Strahd will consider it.

OOC: Like this is the dark powers going "He looked at me crossways, PUT HIM N THE HOLE."

OOC: If Ravenloft is a jail/prison, this is the equivalent of getting thrown in solitary confinement. OOC: Without pants.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

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theycallmequeenie · 4 years

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Not Strong enough to let go

Gabriel x Reader One Shot

Note: Gif not mine. Credit to the original creator/ owner which I believe is @astralgabriel but I may be incorrect. Kinda AU, established Gabriel x Reader romantic relationship. Established Reader x Winchester friendship. Set in season 13. Cannon level violence. Word count is at roughly 2140.

Master List

Y/N had known the Winchesters for a couple of years now and through them she had been introduce to Gabriel. The pair had hit it off from the start and were now inseparable. Y/N before joining the Winchesters had studied theology which seemingly gave her an edge on dealing with some of the things the hunter’s life had to deal with and gave her and Gabriel something to talk about and bond over in a sense. She would always take down meticulous notes anytime Gabriel would finally open up about his family or his time in heaven.

Gabriel found some joy in talking with Y/N about the past. This was something that never happened with him before, He was at ease around her and he noted to himself that for him wasn’t a usual thing for him ever. This feeling of easiness and comfort was enjoyable to him which helped him decide that hanging around the bunker wasn’t such a terrible idea. Staying would in turn move his relationship with Y/N along, which was something he truly desired for the first time since he was with Kali and would give him a chance to get to know his nephew, by Lucifer, Jack. Something he thought was a nifty bonus.

Y/N was in the bunker’s library reading something to help the Winchester brothers find a way to reopen the portal to the ‘Apocalypse World’ so that they could save their mom. She was trying to find even hint of an idea of how to help. As she was sitting with her back to the rest of the bunker sort of in her own little world, Gabe decided to check on her and in return he startled her and luckily was able to catch the flying book that was previously in her hands.

Gabe sheepishly chuckled, “Sorry Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He lowered himself just enough to wrap his arms around Y/N’s shoulders as she sat in the chair trying to calm her racing heartrate. “Since we have the place to ourselves, I thought maybe me and my Special Girl could maybe get some alone time together, what do ya say Babes?” He waggled his eyebrows as he spoke but frowned when he saw her shake her head no.

She sighed as she shook her head in response to his offer. She knew that frustrated him to no end and she felt terrible about it. For a few weeks now that had been the same answer to his same question. She was focused on the task that was given to her and she would slave over the lore books to the point of exhaustion. She would stumble to their shared room nap for a few hours and do it all over again. She knew it was worrying Gabe, but she also knew it had to be done. The longer it took to find answers the more of a chance that they weren’t going to find Mary alive and well. “I’m sorry Gabe but if I don’t do this research who will? We still need answers and the boys are off in a hunt…”

Gabe stopped her before she could continue annoyed and slightly angered. He was really feeling rejected by her in that aspect lately and had finally had enough. He did his best to reign in as much of his anger at the situation as he could but some of it seeped through into his words and his tone. “I don’t know, maybe the two whose mother is trapped over there?! They are using you as their research bitch, Y/N! Can’t you see that?” His whiskey colored eyes blazed with all his pent-up emotion. “Or are you using their research as an excuse because you don’t want me anymore?” He almost whispered, the thought of the woman that he was so in love with had possible fallen out of love with him crushed him to the core.

Seeing the pain in his eyes broke her heart. “Gabe. That is so far from the truth and you should know that. Hell, you are basically all I think about. All you ever need to do is read my mind if you feel any doubt about my feelings for you.” She stood and placed her forehead to his and focused all her energy on making him feel her love she held for him. She wanted it to wrap around him like his wings would often wrap around her in the times she needed comforted. “I know we have been up to our necks in it lately and I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, but Gabe, I am to the point that I feel guilty for needing sleep because it takes time away from possibly finding what we need to get her home. I’m sorry…” Her voice cracked at her last two words and she walked away from the archangel, leaving him essentially speechless.

He watched as Y/N stormed off toward their room and jumped slightly as he heard the door slam shut. “Okay, how is this my fault?!” He exclaimed, as he stomped back to their room to try and talk to her. “C’mon, Sugar. Talk to me.” He spoke as he opened the door expecting to see her curled up on their bed but instead, he saw her quickly packing her go bag. He frowned deeply. “You’re leaving…” It was meant as a question but came out as more of a statement almost feeling rejected again.

Looking up from what she was doing she shook her head no once again. “No, Feathers. We are leaving. Sam called they need our help. Dean got hurt and is on the shelf. He needs a couple extra sets of hands. Hunters work is never finished, Handsome.” She frowned seemingly a little disappointed. As she walked by him, she put her hand on his forearm. “Looks like Willy Wonka and cuddling will have to wait, again.”

Gabriel was pleasantly surprised at her words and thought, ‘Hey at least she was considering more than just napping in here for three hours and running back to that Dad damn library again.’ He smiled and followed Y/N out to her car. “Alright. Let’s go gank this sucker so we can get back here and get our snuggle on.”

The two drove the few hours to meet up with Sam and the injured Dean and listened to Sam filled them in on what happened and what they were hunting. Seems they underestimated a nest of vampires and one of them had gotten the drop on Dean which resulted in a concussion and him having to sit the rest of the hunt out. So, they sat and planed it all out and waiting for night to come.

As it started getting dark Y/N, Sam, and Gabriel piled into the Impala and headed toward the nest’s location Y/N and Gabriel were in the back seat together leaving Sam in the front by himself to drive. Gabriel insisted that she sat with him. They held onto each other’s hands the entire drive there. He knew Y/N still had some doubts about her hunting abilities and was doing his best to help her psych herself up for the battle that lay ahead of the three of them.

Sam put the impala in park and cleared his throat to let the two know they were there. Y/N got out of the back seat first and met Sam at the trunk where he handed her a machete and made sure she was ready for the coming battle. With a nod and a glance over her shoulder to make sure Gabriel was right behind her they made their way into the nest and started fighting.

Sam had managed to kill two vampires so far and Y/N managed to get one but was tussling with another that happened to be three times the size of her. Sam went to help her when one jumped on his back and Gabriel was fighting another vampire leaving Y/N to fend off the large vampire by herself. She was losing the fight. The Vampire had managed to get several solid hits in on her and knocking her machete out of her grasp. The vampire that was fighting her pinned her to the wall with one hand forcing a terrified squeak out of her throat and picking up the blade in his other hand. Gabriel looked up in time to watch the monster shove the machete into Y/N’s abdomen. He saw her eyes go wide from the shock of being run through with her own blade.

Gabriel smites the vampire he was fighting and yells to Sam, who had just finished beheading the vampire that he was fighting with. Sam yells “No!” Gabriel snaps his fingers and the vampire that stabbed Y/N disintegrates on the spot. Before Sam knows it, Gabe is next to Y/N cradling her trying to heal her, but it wasn’t working for some reason which was only adding to Gabriel’s panic.

“No no no no… You gotta stay with me, Love. Please don’t leave me, Sugar.” There were tears in his voice as he kept trying to heal Y/N but to no avail. He couldn’t figure out why, he had never not been able to heal her before. He sent up a silent prayer to his father asking him for help, but he knew it was all for naught. As he cradled his dying love to him, he did his best to contain his emotions, but his eyes were betraying him. He started murmuring to her softly in Enochian because he knew it would bring her comfort.

Y/N whimpered softly against him fighting back a cough, “Gabe. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” She had to pause to take a few ragged breaths before continuing, “Gabriel, I need to tell you this before…”

Y/N had to pause again but this time Gabriel tried to shush her, “Baby save your strength, okay? You don’t need to tell me anything. I’m going to get you beck to the motel room and we are going to get you patched up and everything is going to be just peaches and cream.” He looked to Sam and nodded silently telling him that he would see him back at the motel and disappeared whit Y/N.

Gabriel arrived with a dying Y/N in his arms about the same time Sam got back to the motel. Sam somehow made land speed records to be there. Dean jumped up despite the concussion. Gabe laid Y/N down on the bed that wasn’t occupied though he stayed close to her. He tried in vain to heal her would again. Though he knew deep down it wasn’t going to work.

As Sam started to explain to his brother what transpired, Gabriel felt Y/n weakly clutch his hand to get his attention. She knew her time was drawing close and she could see the reaper in the corner of the room waiting for her. She mustered her last bit of energy to speak to Gabriel.

“Gabriel…” She gasped for air, “You need to hear this.” She paused again feeling weaker and weaker by the second. “I love you, Feathers.” As she forced the words out, she heard the Reaper speak in a gentle voice to her telling her it was her time to go. Y/N reluctantly went with the Reaper that had come to collect her, as she crossed to the other side her body went limp in Gabriel’s arms.

Gabriel felt her leave him and let out a pained scream the likes of which the Winchesters never heard. Sam and Dean simply watched as the archangel before them mourn the loss of his love in awe. Gabriel wept openly over the loss of Y/N as he held her now lifeless body to him.

Sam and Dean let him have an hour with Y/N’s body before they suggested moving on with the process of her passing and getting her Hunter’s Funeral in the works. Which Gabriel didn’t react positively to, but they knew that was going to be the case. It took them some time to talk Gabe into going through the proper motions, but it was done and it about broke Gabriel to say goodbye to her in that final way. Sam told Gabe that they had found a spell to open the portal to get their mom back. Gabe gave them a bitter laugh but said he was in. He figured that would be an easy way out of his pain that wouldn’t offend his father. He was going with the boys to Apocalypse World with no plan in coming back…

The End

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talesmaniac89 · 4 years

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The Classifieds

Pairing: Past Dean x Reader

Summary: What lengths will Dean Winchester go to when he runs out of options to save the people he cares about? Is he willing to let go of a part of himself to save his family?

Triggers: Hurt, Coma, possible loss/death, open ending, no resolution, angst, No happy endings here guys. This is just angst for the sake of angst.

For sale: 1967 Chevrolet Impala

Lovingly restored black ‘67 Impala needs a new home. This 327 four-barrel beauty comes with a newly installed 502 Big Block 550 Horsepower Engine to give you that extra bit of push. Though it has a mileage of over 600,000 miles travelled, this beauty runs like new after several full fixups, constant servicing and a lot of TLC. Registration is up to date as of January this year.

With its souped-up engine, new paint job and fresh set of tires, this baby looks like it just rolled off of the assembly line. Both the exterior and interior of the car have received a near perfect restoration with a few small exceptions; there’s a green army man toy stuck in the ashtray, a few Lego pieces are rattling in the vent when you turn on the heat, and there’s a small carving in the rear window sill. These are all minor interior flaws that can easily be fixed by the buyer.

I’ll share details like the VIN, classic car ID and answer any other questions directly to any prospective buyers.

She’s been with us since ‘73, and never let us down. Baby’s part of our family, and we’re sad to let her go, but I’m hoping the new owner will love her as much as I have.

Price: Best offer

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Taking a shaky breath, Dean held back the tears that burned in his eyes, blurring his vision as he read through the classified ad one last time before motioning to hit send. His finger shook over the enter key as he squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice.

Baby meant a lot to him, of course she did. But she was only a car, and if he didn’t let her go, then he could end up losing so much more. Selling the Impala was his only choice.

He needed money. A lot of money. For (Y/N) and Sammy. Their last hunt in Chicago had landed them both in separate hospital beds after prolonged contact with a djinn, and they weren’t waking up. Even after Dean killed the fucking monster that had them trapped, they both remained unresponsive, and they were fading fast. Only kept alive by modern science and a team of hardworking doctors and nurses.

Still, Dean was in the business of saving people. And if ganking another monster of the week wasn’t gonna cut it, then he’d do whatever else he needed to do to fix this. He wouldn’t let his little brother, or the woman he loved more than life itself, die in that hospital. He couldn’t lose them, either of them.

But, their stay and continued treatment required money. More money than he had. More money than he could ever hope to get from his measly collection of fake credit cards, poker games and hustling some poor fool at the local dive bar.

Which was why he was balancing Sammy’s computer on his lap as he sat, defeated, on one of the uncomfortably hard waiting room chairs. One finger hovering over the enter button as he tried to breathe through the growing lump in his throat and the helpless panic lodged in his chest. Either way, he’d lose something. But this way he’d save his family; the only goddamn good thing left in his life.

Swallowing down the bitter defeat, he let his finger press into the enter key with a little more force than necessary. Sending his ad in to the classifieds with nothing more than a dry, low sob goodbye.

Dean would scrounge up every damned cent needed to keep his family alive. Even if it meant selling the only home the Winchester brothers had ever really had.

Because the Impala was their only real home, more so than the bunker could ever hope to be. Yet, what was a home without people to live in it? If he lost his family, then the bunker, the Impala, or any other place he tried to run away to would just be a coffin. Somewhere to lie broken, bruised and defeated as he waited for the world to catch up and realise his heart stopped beating the day that fucking djinn landed Sam and (Y/N) in that hospital bed.

“Goodbye Baby… I’m sorry,”

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“…Winchester?”

Someone was calling his name, but Dean was too far gone to listen. His red rimmed eyes stayed laser focused on the online listing. Dry and burning after minutes spent staring unblinkingly at the picture of his Baby that topped the ad. The picture was just one of many, the first he could find without Sam or her in it, but it still meant so much to him.

In it he could see every single moment he’d spent behind the wheel of that car.

He could see nights spent by (Y/N)’s side, stargazing on Baby’s hood. His hand painting patterns on her bare arm as they just… Existed together, not talking or hunting, just living. Her head resting on his shoulder as he whispered promises of forever into her (Y/H/C) hair.

He relived every time she’d helped him fix his Baby back up, handing him his tools with that tempting sheen of moisture trapped against her neck and collarbone from the heat of the Kansas sun. Endless drives, with Sam calling shotgun; using his longer legs to his advantage and leaving the fiercest huntress Dean knew in the dust while she grumbled about deserving a front seat view for once.

He could feel the steady and safe vibration of the steering wheel under his fingers and heard her singing along to his mixtapes. Her head leaned back and (Y/H/C) hair moving slightly in the small breeze from the open window. (Y/E/C) eyes hidden behind closed eyelids and a small lazy smile, just barely visible through the rear-view mirror.

That one picture, topping the classifieds ad, held it all; every moment on the road so far. And there’d been many. More than he could ever hope to count.

From the desperate rushed rescue missions and races against the clock, to the lazier road trips after a fight well fought. The easy drives would always be his favourite moments. Just sunshine, warming the air around him as he drove his family back to the bunker. Safe in the knowledge that he’d kept them all out of harm’s way once more.

He’d spent so many long days on the road, he could picture it all perfectly. Even in the pixelated picture of an empty car. (Y/N) would be lounging in the backseat, humming along to his music. Stretched across the leather seats as Sam tried to talk both Dean and her into agreeing to change the classic rock music blaring through the speakers with a podcast or audio book. Giving his all to another convincing argument, fit for the former Stanford student, and still failing miserably every time.

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole,”

Dean flinched slightly at the sound of his own voice. He hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. Even the cracked, whispered version that left him. Yet, as soon as the words were out, he could nearly hear the echo of Sammy’s quipped “Jerk” in response to the golden rule. Barely catching the ghost of it with a trembling, empty smile before it was crushed under the louder sound of cold professionalism above him.

“Mr. Winchester?” The doctor repeated, sounding slightly annoyed at his lack of response and waving the papers in front of her as she waited for him to take them from her. The admission forms.

There were two of them. One for each of the two people he loved more than life itself. Lying in separate hospital rooms, only kept alive by machines and wires. Alive, but not really living, for as long as he had money to keep funding those fragile lifelines.

“Please fill in the fields for their insurance and the payment plan section. If there’s any issues…” The doctor said, voice free of judgement or blame as he lifted tear stained eyes to catch hers.

“No… You’ll have your money. Just… Save ‘em doc. They’re all I have,”

Dean didn’t have time to sit around feeling sorry for himself. He needed to get the money. He’d do anything to save his family. Hell, he’d have already sold his soul three times over if he had anything left to actually bargain with. And his baby, the Impala that had been their home, would never be the same again without Sam’s constant attempts to change his music or (Y/N) signing along from the backseat or making his baby brother roll his eyes at her bad jokes.

Though he’d yet to get an offer on the ad. And he needed money fast.

Cas had tried, but his weakened grace couldn’t help them, and there were no other last-minute interventions there to save the day. After all, saving the day was what the Winchesters did, and Dean was two soldiers short of a full team.

No, he couldn’t sit around hoping someone would come rescue them and he couldn’t shoot or punch his way through this problem. All he could do was cling to his phone and hope someone offered to buy a piece of him. One he thought he’d never part with. Hell, at some point he’d even dreamed about handing the keys over to his own child one day, one with green eyes and (Y/H/C) hair, to let the Impala live on when he retired somewhere calm and quiet with (Y/N).

A dream he now realised was foolish to even hope for.

Keeping his eyes on the picture of his Baby on the laptop screen, Dean’s hand tightened around the papers. His voice shook as he prayed out loud, just as much to the classic car on the screen as to the doctor in front of him.

“Please save my family,”

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 years

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Nixiel and Talvas Stop a Murder with More Murder

Talvas: Why are we so worried about House Redoran?

Nixiel: Because I'm FROM House Redoran!

Talvas: Oh yeah.

Nixiel barges into The Retching Netch like a drunken netch cow

Talvas scrambles behind her

Geldis Sadri: Welcome to The Retching Netch, the—

Nixiel: All right, I'm here for answers. You got answers? I want answers!

Talvas: Adril Arano . . .

Geldis Sadri: Say no more. Poor fetcher needs all the help he can get.

Geldis Sadri then spins a plot to string . . . either Nixiel or the Ulens up like slaughterfish. Talvas isn't sure

Time for a good ol' fashioned stakeout

Sans the Redoran Guard. RIP

But not before Nixiel tries to pawn off all her ash yams. Does Not Work

Even if Geldis Sadri sounds like an ash yam enthusiast

RIP

Nixiel tries to leave the bar and is pinned between an alchemist and a hustler

Nixiel: TALVAS!

Later

Nixiel: Take me to church, Talvas.

Talvas: Azura save me.

Nixiel and Talvas bust up into the Temple

Nixiel: Hey—

Elder Othreloth: The Temple is for followers of our faith only. Outsiders Not Allowed.

Nixiel: I feel so attacked right now.

Nixiel and Talvas sneak into the basement — I mean, Temple Ancestral Tomb

And they wait

And wait . . .

Wait some more

Talvas, doing a dance: Nixiel, I gotta go—

Nixiel: Shh!

Tilisu Severin walks in

Talvas: We need to report this to Arano—

Nixiel: I'm gonna go talk to her.

Talvas: Nixiel, no—

Nixiel talks to Tilisu Severin. Does not progress to a fight

Nixiel is dragged off by Talvas to report back to Adril Arano

Nixiel: *reports findings*

Adril Arano: *X in the chat*

Nixiel and Talvas are put on reconnaissance to subvert the necessity for damage control

Damage control required: pending

Nixiel: "If the Severins have betrayed us" . . . what?

Talvas: No idea.

Nixiel and Talvas sneak to the doorstep of Severin Manor

Nixiel: You watch the door while I find the evidence. I should just be in and out. Nixiel sneaks in

There are people inside

Nixiel, silently panicking: Seht, Seht, Seht, Seht.

Nixiel dives down the stairs out of sight

Down the hall into the master bedroom and right up to a . . .

Nixiel: Safe. Ash and fire.

SIXTEEN BROKEN LOCKPICKS LATER

Nixiel swipes out the gems, gold, and a suspicious missive, as well as an ebony greatsword

Nixiel: Now if I can just get out without being detected, that'd be smashing.

Stops to salivate over the alchemy station

Snatches a drought for better sneaking. Downs it in one gulp

Shoots up the stairs and out the door before either person realizes that shadow was a panicking Telvanni mage

Talvas: Nixie!

Nixiel: Hurry, Talvas! I got the dirt! Let's dish it and go back to Tel Mithryn!

Nixiel and Talvas find Adril Arano in The Retching Netch where Nixiel proudly presents him with the Ulens' letter

Adril Arano: Great, I want you to go bring them to justice.

Nixiel: Seht.

Talvas face palms so hard

Talvas: It's nearly midnight—

Nixiel: Sooner we go, sooner we're done.

Nixiel flounces into the wilderness of the ashlands

Proceeds to be separated from Talvas

While waiting for him to find her, she picks scathecraw and trama root

A rando Imperial woman appears and immediately starts attacking

FIVE ICE SPIKES LATER

Bloody n'wah.

Nixiel picks MORE scathecraw and trama root

Nixiel: Oh hey, I can see our mushroom from here!

Talvas: Nixiel!

Nixiel: There you are, you fetcher!

Nixiel and Talvas sneak over mounds of ash

Talvas: Why are we sneaking?

Nixiel: The element of surprise!

Talvas: We're not even there yet!

Nixiel: But we will be!

. . . until they reach a river

Nixiel: I always forget Solstheim has a river.

Talvas: It flows right by our mushroom!

Nixiel: How would I know? Our mushroom doesn't have windows!

While looking for a way to cross, they find an empty camp

Talvas: Have we been here before?

Nixiel: Oblivion if I know.

Further uphill they find some rocks to jump on

Nixiel: We need a good water walking spell.

Talvas: Fat chance Master Neloth will teach it to us.

They arrive next to the walls of the fort

Nixiel: It's the middle of the night! They'll never see us coming!

There is a guard outside that totally sees them coming

Naturally Nixiel and Talvas land blast her with magic

Nixiel: Hey, wait, wait, wait! It's a Morag Tong agent! They're finally going to kill me!

Talvas: Why do you sound so excited?!

Nixiel: I've been waiting for this day since I made my mom cry by joining House Telvanni.

Talvas: There are so many things wrong with this entire thing.

Nixiel: Hey, hold up, aren't those Redoran Guards?

Talvas: Yes, Arano was sending them to root out the Ulens.

Nixiel: I totally spaced out for that. Well! They're dead now! Want something done right, send a Telvanni!

Talvas: There's so much wrong with that, too.

They sneak in

Talvas: Why are there sculls in the walls?

Nixiel: Hlaalu have such a bad sense of style. They get it from their Imperial boyfriends.

One Shot One Kill Sneak Attack with an Ice Spike on a Morag Tong Agent

Talvas ice blasts the next two agents

Nixiel steals their sweetrolls

Nixiel: Hey, another safe!

TWO BROKEN LOCKPICKS LATER

Nixiel: I'm getting better at this.

Talvas: That bothers me.

Nixiel: Stop being so bothered by everything, Azura!

A little further on . . .

Nixiel: An alchemy station!

Talvas: Stop being so distracted by everything!

Nixiel face palms at Talvas' mimicking

Convenient chain to lower spike door is pulled

Mirri Severin plus cohorts immediately attack

Nixiel ganks Mirri Severin

Nixiel: This safe key would've been nice to have when I was breaking into her house.

Talvas: Nixiel!

Nixiel continues to swipe their alchemy ingredients

Nixiel: They won't need them.

Talvas: Whatever. Hey, is this a training room?

Nixiel: Looks like a wrestling arena to me.

More chains must be pulled

Talvas: Why is this place so creepy?

Nixiel: Because Hlaalu are creepy, duh.

Nixiel skips over several pressure plates in her never ending quest to keep pulling chains, both physically and verbally

Nixiel ganks Tilisu Severin and proceeds to fall into a water torture chamber

Talvas ganks everyone else

Nixiel: FACE THE WRATH OF HOUSE — oh, you've killed them all.

Nixiel foists a bunch of armor pieces into Talvas' bag, only for him to put the helmet on

Nixiel: You look drunk.

Talvas: And you don't?

Nixiel: Wash your mouth out with ash, you s'wit.

The two make their way back to the exit

Nixiel: This place reminds me of Master Neloth's ex girlfriend's house.

Talvas: Uh, that wasn't his girlfriend.

Nixiel: You sure, bug eyes?

Talvas: Let's just get back to Raven Rock so we can go back home.

Outside they cross the stream and enter the burnt remains of the forest

Then a wild burnt spriggan appears

Nixiel: TALVAS!

Talvas: I'm going to sit this one out.

Nixiel screams profanities to the Reclamations, the Saints, and the Daedra as she ganks the spriggan with ice spikes over and over again

Nixiel angrily picks yet more scathecraw and trama root

Breton Mage: HA!

Nixiel and Talvas come across two Breton mages blasting each other with ice and fire

The pyromancer smokes the cryomancer, only for Nixiel to put her on ice before Talvas can use his sumooned Frost Atronach

Nixiel: Bloody half-breeds.

Talvas: Please just stop picking all the scathecraw.

Nixiel and Talvas make it back to Raven Rock; Talvas tries to take his Frost Atronach inside Councilor Morvayn's house

Nixiel: Please stop.

Nixiel approaches Adril Arano

Nixiel: Your ashy little problem has been swept into the trash.

Talvas: She means we took care of the assassins.

Adril Arano rushes to tell Councilor Morvayn EVERYTHING

Councilor Morvayn: Nixiel Veres? Since you ended the lives of the people who wanted to end mine, you can have their house.

Nixiel: Sweet.

Talvas: We are not going back home, are we?

Nixiel and Talvas go to the marketplace

Nixiel: I need that helmet now.

Talvas: But Nix—

Nixiel: For the love of the Three, just let me sell it!

After taking care of some business, Nixiel and Talvas head over to Severin Manor

Nixiel: Hey look! Some scathecraw and trama root I missed earlier!

Talvas bursts into tears

Talvas: Shouldn't we tell Master Neloth we got a house?

Nixiel: Maybe?

They proceed to not tell Master Neloth anything

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wwwafflewrites · 3 years

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Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)

Six Feet Under

You woke up to a deep ache in your shoulders. It was sore all the way down your back. Probably bruised to hell.

You grunted, and your breath fanned back onto your face. You attempted to move, despite your smarting back, and your hands brushed against loose dirt and flaky wood. You tried to adjust your eyes, but there was nothing to see. Just… black. Wherever you were, it was a narrow space. A dirty narrow space.

Was it time to mention you were also slightly claustrophobic?

You were sweating. The air was stuffy. But there was something cold right next to you. Something cold and yielding. You reached for it, blindly patting with your hand flat out, until your fingers curled around something with contour.

You mapped out the dimensions of the object before recoiling in horror. That was no object—that… that was a body.

Which, with your odds, meant you were in a coffin. An oddly large, though still cramped, coffin. Underground. With no way out but through the suffocating dirt.

Freaking ghouls.

Your first instinct was to scream. To pound up against the wood and holler until your throat was raw. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t, either; it was that you couldn’t.

You couldn’t breathe.

There was something in your chest right now. There had to be. A void where your lungs had been, like a vacuum that swallowed up all the usable air. Your heart was in your throat.

Were you running out of oxygen? Was it already too late? Your shallow breaths were burning a hole in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

You reached over to the corpse, this time with urgency. Cold but still flaccid. The body had been fresh for about an hour, then. Rigor mortis hadn’t even begun.

Does it matter? a part of your mind reasoned. It sounded a little like Dean. There’s a cold, dead body next to you, you’re on your last round of air, and you still can’t stop being a nerd?

"It matters," you muttered to yourself. "Matters ‘cause that means I’ve been stuck down here for about an hour. Takes about five hours total to run short on oxygen. Means at the very least, I’m not dying… yet."

As hard as a transition was going to be, you needed to breathe deep and slow. But there was still a tightness in your chest.

Relax your shoulders, you could almost hear Sam chiding.

"A little… difficult to do… suffocating in a pine box," you said, but you relaxed them anyway. You then took in your first, full breath since you woke up. That was progress.

You couldn’t count on the Winchesters finding you in time, or at all. You were going to have to take matters into your own hands and try to climb out of the grave. Dean had done it before, so you could too.

Dean’s also, like, 200 pounds of muscle, Sam cautioned.

If you were going to climb out of your grave, you needed a mask to protect your face from the dirt. Which meant you were going to need to work your shirt off of your head. You brushed your hand over your stomach. Well, you must have put up a fight. Your shirt was shredded, so… that was a no go.

The dead guy had a shirt, Dean said.

Fantastic.

You looked over to your left, to the corpse you couldn’t see. You reached over, awkwardly pulling the shirt up. Its cool skin grazed yours as you worked the fabric over its head.

The neck didn't jerk about; it was rigid, but the arms weren't. Rigor mortis was kicking into gear. Which meant you had been down here for roughly two hours. Working as a hunter, you needed to have some level of knowledge on the dead.

Such a nerd, you could see Dean rolling his eyes.

You tied the bottom of the shirt which took a little while with your arms pinned down and the pitch darkness to guide you. Finally, though, you made a tight knot.

You pulled the shirt over your head like a bag and sat there for a moment. You wished the Winchesters could talk you through this.

That's when you broke at the pine box. The dirt was cold, dry, and thankfully loose. It fell in clumps around your shoulders, and you shoved it down at your feet.

Climbing your way past the dirt was no joke. It was grimy and freaking difficult. It was like those foam pits that gymnasts use that are nearly impossible to work your way out of, except in complete darkness with limited space. In other words, a freaking nightmare.

But you kept working. Kept pushing up while pushing the dirt down. Six feet, Sam reminded you. Just six feet. Once you’re standing, just work upward. Should be about as tall as I am, yeah?

You made a risky move upward, throwing your hand up as far as it could go, and touched air. A light breeze fell over your skin.

To say it was encouragement was an exaggeration. You worked twice as hard, shoving your way to the top. When your hand felt hard dirt, you crunched your abs and pulled until your chest hit the surface. You frantically dug your legs out before collapsing on the ground.

You went into a fit of hysterical laughter, a result of your adrenaline high and the last throes of your panic.You threw the filthy t-shirt off of your head, inhaling the air that you had once taken for granted.

In your brief delirium, you recalled Dean Winchester retelling his old raising-from-perdition story. He had hardly mentioned climbing out of his grave, as if it hadn't been important. His focus had mainly been on the mystery of the angels and how they turned out to be douches. He had made this part sound like a. Slice. Of. Pie.

And, well, you got a freaking reality check today. Because it was an entire body workout, and it was exactly as terrifying as it sounded—no, worse. Waking up in pitch darkness, in a small space, with a corpse, six feet under the ground? Hell naw. You were lucky you'd had enough trauma to know how to push back your panic. Because two years ago, you probably would have rotted down there, helpless.

It left you to wonder, though. Why the ghouls left you alive, and not the dead guy. All the other grave desecrations had been long dead—but you were the first to live.

First, you were going to have to get back to the motel. You already knew the boys were gonna freak.

///

When you opened up the hotel door, the Winchesters sprang out of their chairs, barking your name in surprise. "You're—you're…" Sam stammered as he took in your state. You couldn't blame him; the grave had covered you in dirt from neck to toe.

"Alive. I know," you said. "I'm also really dirty. You mind if I use your guys' shower?"

Sam blinked. "No, not at all, but uh, seriously—what happened?"

You let out a halfhearted, breathy laugh. "Nothing I couldn't handle." You tried to shrug past Dean, but he caught your arm.

"You were gone for three hours," he said.

"Look, we're just worried about you. Could you humor us?" Sam added. His eyes were pleading and damn hard to say no to.

You scowled. "You two gotta tell me what happened on your end first. Deal?"

"Deal," Dean said. "You know most of it. Several grave desecrations of old gravestones, but fresh bodies where bones should be. People in town go missing a few days before that. We split: you went to check on the newest body, while we checked the cemetery. We ganked the ghoul, figured you were coming back from the morgue, but you never showed. After about three hours of looking, we came back here to see if you had maybe come back at all. Actually, we were just about to leave again." Dean clapped his hands. "Did you ever find anything at the morgue?"

"Yeah, the guy had died from…" …asphyxiation. You trailed off. "Oh crap…"

"What? What is it?"

"Asphyxiation. The guy… he, uh, he had died from asphyxiation. Originally, I mean. The ghoul had been burying his food to eat later. Like… like a squirrel. Must have taken the guy out to snack on, but he was already dead." It was all coming together. "The ghoul was either stupid or confident because he got sloppy. Probably because he was too hungry to care. That's why… why I… why I..." Damn it, you let that slip. You peered around them, looking for escape. "Guys, hey, can I just shower? I really just wanna—"

This time, Sam caught your arm. He was gentle, but he had a firm grip. "That's why you what?"

You clammed up, peeling your eyes away from them. "Why I… uh…" you couldn't think of an excuse, and the silence was becoming too long to make a convincing one on the spot. You should have walked into this room with a workable lie in mind, but all you had wanted was to shower, scrub all the dirt off your skin, and to lather soap where you had touched that god-awful corpse. You just wanted to be clean and to sleep.

And you seriously were trying to tell them things. Lying sucked, but this? You weren’t sure if you could tell them this and come out of it in one piece.

Sam softly said your name again, trying to bring your eyes back to his. It was too easy. He knew your tells. Your eyes always gave you away if you lied.

We're never going to let this die, your inner Dean voice sang. And you internally swatted it away.

I know, you thought sourly. Behind your eyes, a pressure built. Just let me go so I can cry alone. I can't cry in front of you. I can't. "He—it… might have… buried me alive." It took everything you had in you for your voice to stay steady.

Both of them rocked back a little. Dean looked a little dazed, and Sam looked pale. Sam tilted his head, "Excuse me, buried—?"

"It explains the dirt," Dean sighed. "No offense, sweetheart, but you smell like a toilet."

Oh, shove it, Winchester.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I just want to shower—"

"Hold on," Sam said. He had his hands combing his hair. "Hold on, hold on, just— am I the only one bothered by this?! She— you could have died!"

"But I didn't," "But she didn't," you and Dean said in unison. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes back.

"Sam. I have been through a lot. You know it, I know it. I'm not that girl from two years ago. You said it yourself once before: I'm a Winchester now. And I'm not a Winchester without a few near death experiences."

Sam scowled. "You two are so frustrating. Fine, go. Go take your shower. This conversation isn't over, though."

Thank God. You could handle this later. The conversation alone had keyed you up. You were burning with tension, anxiety, and trauma. You waved a hand at him. "Fine. But can we do it in the morning? I am so frickin' exhausted." It wasn't a lie; you had bruises lining your entire back, and your face muscles hurt from all the fake expressions you were sending Sam.

They can't know that I'm weak. How hard could it be, anyway?

Dean did it once, like a freaking champ. Why couldn't you just suck it up and be a big girl?

He looked on at you with that sad, thoughtful look of his. Complete with the infamous Winchester puppy eyes. "Yeah, sure."

You were happy to get out of the conversation—and this hunt—relatively unscathed. Hopefully, you would never have to go through that crap ever again, or you really didn't think you'd be able to keep yourself together like you just had.

When you shut the bathroom door behind you, you let the silent tears run down your face. You bit your hand, heaving, wishing you had the freedom to scream. But you couldn't, so you didn't. All you did was turn on the shower right as you let out a quiet sob into a towel to muffle it out.

Why did your life suck so bad?

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Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

A/N: This was written as a birthday gift to a very good friend of mine @only-for-cee. She was the first person to encourage me to post my stuff online and I absolutely adore her. So M, hope you enjoy this one-shot and Happy Birthday! Love ya ❤

Pairing: Dean x Mukta

Word Count: 2.3k

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

The cold was what woke her up. She couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t have her own personal heater wrapped around her when she woke up in the morning. Dean Winchester wasn’t an early riser by any means, and the fact that he was somehow up before her perplexed Mukta.

She got out of bed and made her way down to the library. Sam was there, still in his jogging attire, dripping in sweat. She wrinkled her nose at the stench – he’d clearly just come back from his morning run. Mumbling a quick ‘morning’ to Sam, she went to the kitchen in search of coffee. And Dean.

To her continued displeasure, the kitchen was also empty, the freshly brewed coffee being the only sign that someone had been in there that morning. Grumbling, Mukta poured a cup for herself and again went in search of her soon to be dead boyfriend. This was not how she wanted to spend her birthday.

Coming back to the library, she asked Sam, “Where’s your brother?”

“Someone’s in trouble,” Sam snorted, clearly amused by Mukta’s pissed off expression. He quickly composed himself when her glare turned to him. It tickled her to no end that the giant was afraid of her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen yet. I thought he would still be with you,” Sam decided to be helpful but only managed to piss her off even more. She wasn’t mad at Sam though, just her stupid partner. She sighed, cursing herself once again for falling for Dean instead of the younger Winchester – but the heart wants what it wants, and hers had been steadily enamoured by the green-eyed hunter, even if he forgot her birthday and drove her crazy half the time.

“I’m gonna freshen up and go out for a walk. If you see him, tell him he’s dead,” she said and started to walk away.

“Hey, M!” Sam called out, smiling at her when she turned around, “Happy Birthday.”

She grinned at him – at least someone remembered. “Thanks Sammy! I would hug you but,” she gestured to his sweaty appearance, “I don’t want to,” she cheekily said.

Sam suddenly got a playful, evil gleam in his eye, and she knew she’d put her foot in her mouth yet again.

“Oh no. Don’t you dare!” she started running away as he chased her around the library, before picking her up like a sack of potatoes and mushing her face in his sweaty shirt as she squealed.

“Let me go, you monster!” Their laughter echoed in the empty bunker, a feeling of contentment washing over her as Sam finally put her down.

“I hate you,” she tried to sound angry but the grin wouldn’t leave her face. Sam just laughed at her and pushed her out of the library, urging her to go on that walk as the weather was lovely.

The weather was actually lovely but her mood only got worse the more time she spent away from the bunker, without Dean keeping her company. This was the first-year things were quiet on any of their birthdays’ and even if she was too old to get excited for this shit, dammit she was excited for it! At least she had been yesterday.

She had met the Winchesters like any other hunter did – on a hunt. She was one of the few hunters who actually hunted because it was fun and felt great. She didn’t have a tragic backstory like the Winchesters – she even had a job which she loved. She had heard about the Winchesters, of course, but meeting them had been surreal. They just instantly clicked, working like a well-oiled machine to gank the monster, and trading hunting stories over celebratory drinks afterwards. There was also an instant attraction between her and the elder Winchester. Although she thought both of them were ridiculously attractive, she’d only had platonic feeling for Sam since the get-go.

After a few more hunts together, the brothers had invited her to their bat cave and she’d decided to crash there for a few days while she explored the rich history of the place. Her very first night in the bunker, she didn’t even make it to her room, following Dean into his instead. Dean made her happy, and from what she could see, the feeling was mutual. He still acted like an asshole from time to time, but she loved the jerk and had decided to stay with him.

Mukta spent the rest of the walk reminiscing about the past 3 years and all of their greatest hits – like the time they went to Vegas and almost got drunk-married before Sam saved the day, or that time when Dean almost got into a fight with a group of drunk guys who had been making lewd comments about her before Sam steered him away. Come to think of it, they probably would have been arrested ten times over if it weren’t for Sam. God, she loved that moose.

Her stomach grumbled, making her aware that she hadn’t had anything except a cup of coffee that morning. Deciding to head back to the bunker, she pulled herself out of happy memories and focused on thinking up different scenarios to dismember and torture a certain hunter.

The bunker came into view and she pushed open the giant door, making her way down the steps. She paused halfway down at the aroma filling the air. Curious, she made her way to the kitchen. Sam certainly wasn’t the best cook, neither was Cas, leaving only one other person. Sure enough, her boyfriend was slaving away in the kitchen, meticulously handling several dishes at once, with a content look on his face.

She felt herself unintentionally melt at the sight, her anger abandoning her at the sight of Dean dancing around the kitchen, making breakfast. Dean looked at her and grinned, as she tried to school her face into an angry scowl, finding it more difficult by the minute to not smile back.

Before she could even say anything, Dean was making his way towards her, still grinning away like an idiot.

“Heya sweetheart,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it, pulling her towards the table. And just like that, she was no longer mad, only curious as he pulled out a chair for her and made her sit down, kissing her swiftly on the forehead before going back to his food.

“Where were you?” she tried to ask sternly but it ended up coming out as a whine. Dean just winked at her, not saying anything, humming softly under his breath.

“I was cold,” she tried again, this time with a lilt in her voice, making Dean pause for a minute.

“I went out to the store to get all this,” he gestured around the kitchen, smiling apologetically.

“You were supposed to still be sleeping,” he said, raising a brow, “since when do you wake up at 7 am?”

“You weren’t in bed,” she just shrugged, making Dean shake his head and come back around to quickly kiss her – an apology.

“What is all this anyway? Where’s Sam?”

“This was supposed to be a surprise, but since it isn’t anymore, I’ll just have to think of something else,” he said, eyeing her and licking his lips, making her blush. Even after all this time, the man had a way to unnerve her with just a look. He smirked knowingly at her.

“As for Sam, he’s made himself scarce for the day, going to visit Eileen, I think. He’ll be back for dinner to celebrate,” he said, not phased at all. “Cas dropped by earlier but since you weren’t here, he’s gonna be here later as well.”

“Celebrate what?” she was fishing, yes, and she wasn’t even ashamed.

Dean knew how to play this game though, and didn’t say anything. Her frustration started to rise again, but then he was there, pushing a plate of French omelette, fresh cut strawberries, sausages and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. He went back to get his plate as well and they shared a lovely breakfast together. Talking with Dean was always effortless, and she didn’t even realise that their plates were empty and they had been sitting and talking for a long time.

“Come on,” he held out his hand for her to take after he had cleared away the dishes. She instinctively put her hand in his, allowing him to pull her along.

“Where are we going?” she asked, already knowing she wouldn’t be getting an answer.

The Dean cave, she realised, taking in the set-up. The chairs had been pushed aside in favour of a mattress laid on the ground, surrounded by at least eight pillows. There was a comfy blanket and even a make-shift headboard to lean against, which she had no idea how he managed, but was a welcome addition none the less.

He made her sit down and covered her with the blanket before going out of the room. 5 minutes later, he came in with a bowl of pop-corn and more than enough candy, plopping down next to her in front of the big plasma TV.

“Guess which movie we’re watching?” he asked, pecking her cheek and nuzzling his head in her neck. Settling down into the mattress, he pulled her into him, wrapping his hands around her.

“Harry Potter?” came her muffled reply.

“Harry Potter,” he confirmed, kissing her head again. Dean was very affectionate when he wanted to be and all the hardness seemed to leave him when he was with her. Well… almost all the hardness, she thought to herself and giggled.

They watched three movies, skipping lunch in favour of popcorn and candy. Dean kept throwing the popcorn at her which she tried and failed to catch in her mouth.

“You know you still haven’t apologised for leaving me alone in bed this morning,” she said halfway through the fourth movie.

“Wasn’t the amazing breakfast apology enough?” he said in that deep voice he used when he wanted to tease her, cocking an eyebrow and smirking down at her.

“No. But I can think of some ways you can make it up to me,” she smirked right back.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, muting the now forgotten movie and pulling her into his lap, “go on.”

Instead of saying anything, she leaned down and kissed him. He responded in kind, deepening the kiss. He pushed her down into the mattress and spent the next few hours thoroughly apologising.

Sam retuned early evening and found them sleeping in the Dean cave. He woke Dean up so he could get started on dinner but not before clicking an embarrassing picture of his brother’s best impression of a koala bear.

Dean left a note for when Mukta woke up, telling her to go get ready for dinner. When she woke up in another hour, she did just that and came down to find Dean, Cas and Sam chatting in the kitchen while Dean was working on patties for burgers. Dean Winchester and his burgers, she thought wryly as she walked up behind Dean and wrapped her arms around his waist. His own hand immediately came up to rest on hers.

“This is the second time you’ve left me alone in bed today Winchester,” she said, only half-joking.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later,” he quipped back, turning around to wink at her. Leaning down, he kissed her again.

“Gross,” Sam said loudly, interrupting them like the shitty younger brother that he was.

“Oh yeah? And how’s Eileen doing Sammy?” Mukta asked innocently.

Sam threw a piece of tomato at her and petulantly mumbled out a ‘shut up’ as he hid his face behind his hair.

“Hey! No food fights in my kitchen,” Dean ordered.

Mukta walked away from Dean in order to hug Cas. She always had a soft spot for the angel.

“Happy Birthday, Mukta,” said the angel, awkwardly hugging her. He hadn’t yet fully grasped all human habits, but Mukta was working on it.

“Thanks Cas,” she grinned as he too smiled at her.

She looked at Dean and raised an eyebrow in question, but again Dean ignored her. Sam snorted, making her find the very piece of tomato he’d thrown at her to return the gesture. He looked like he wanted to retaliate but one stern look from Dean stopped him and he went back to making his salad.

Dean finished up with the burgers and Cas opened a bottle of wine instead of their usual beers, marking it as a more formal celebration even though none of them were dressed up. She was wearing one of Dean’s shirts because somehow, they were more comfortable than anything she owned, but it still felt like the best celebration she ever had – with the people she loved all around her.

Dinner was spent imbibing copious amounts of alcohol (even Sam indulged for once) and telling old stories. It was all laughter and food and wine and cheesy jokes and it was the best fucking birthday she could have asked for.

After dinner, Sam and Cas both hugged her and wished her again before each bidding goodnight and leaving her and Dean alone.

Instead of closing the bottle of wine, he took it and their glasses and lead up to their room. Putting the glasses on his bedside table, he pulled out his phone and pressed play. The sound of Billy Joel singing Vienna rang out in the room and Dean put out his hand to her.

Shaking her head, she willingly went into his arms and they swayed to the soothing melody. He twirled her around, making her laugh. As the song was ending, he asked, “Am I forgiven yet?”

She straight up laughed, leaning into the hand that came up to cup her cheek.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”

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splendidcas · 5 years

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Damsel in Distress

Pairing: Cas x reader

Anon Request: Cas and the reader get into a fight during a hunt but end up making up.

Warnings: Uhhh cursing aaaaand that’s about it I think!

A/N: WOW I’M BACK TO WRITING but here’s the thing. I started off with a bit of a cliche fic just to get my creative juices ~flowing~ again. I’m hoping to start writing again regularly and this is just to help me get back into the groove of it again! I hope it’s not total garbage lmao. FEEDBACK GIVES ME LIFE.

“Mmmm, you’re a feisty one,” the vamp snarled in your ear, his hot breath sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine. His elbow dug deeper into your collar bone as he kept you pinned to a tree, making you wince. “I can’t wait to bring you to my Alpha.”

Your free arm subtly and slowly moving behind you, you finally were able to grab the knife from your back pocket. “I don’t think so.”

As soon as you raised your arm to gank him, his head was sliced off from another blade—one that was not yours. As soon as you looked up and saw who took the kill from you, your blood began to boil.

“What the hell, Cas!” you shouted.

Cas’ eyes flitted from the dead vamp to you, blade in hand falling limp to his side. “What?”

“I had him! That’s the fourth kill you’ve taken from me this month,” you pointed out, voice raised in irritation. During the past several hunts, every time you were put in a risky situation—which, of course, comes with the territory—Cas came swooping in before you could get yourself out of it, and it was really starting to get to you. You had been hunting since you were 17, loved the thrill of it, and you were more than capable of getting yourself out of sticky situations without the help of an angel.

His brow furrowed, his head tilting to the side. Why would you be upset that he saved your life? “I protected you.”

Sam and Dean stood by awkwardly and exchanged uncomfortable glances, unsure of whether to intervene or not. You and Cas were usually the best of friends, maybe even more (if the two of you could get your heads out of your asses and confess your feelings), and they’d never seen you two argue. Sam scratched the back of his head, unsure what to do with his hands, and Dean cleared his throat in a half-hearted attempt to end the argument.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring them. “Why don’t you ever ‘protect’ Sam and Dean every time a monster grabs them? Do you not think I’m a capable hunter?”

Castiel huffed, irritation rising in his chest. “Of course you are. But—“

“Is it because I’m a woman?” You knew that was certainly not the case; deep down Castiel knew you were just as skilled a hunter as the Winchesters and that it had nothing to do with your gender, but you were angry—you wanted to piss him off.

And it worked. He rolled his eyes, jaw clenching. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You huffed out a laugh. “Oh, I’m not. You know what’s ridiculous? Repeatedly doing my job for me even though I’m capable of handling myself. You’re making me feel like some damsel in distress and I’m sick of it.” Cas opened his mouth to respond, but you put up your hand to stop him. “I’m out of here.”

You ignored Cas calling out your name as you made your way over to your motorcycle, and you were suddenly grateful you’d decided to ride to the hunt by yourself instead of hitching a ride with the Winchesters. You much preferred the freedom your motorcycle gave you over being trapped in the Impala listening to the same classic rock over and over again. Climbing on, you gave Cas one last irritated look before taking off.

“She is very dramatic sometimes,” Castiel grumbled, turning to face Sam and Dean.

“Cas, she kinda had a point,” Sam said.

The angel’s brow furrowed, confused and slightly offended, so Dean chimed in. “She’s a great hunter, man. She’s always been able to fend for herself. So what’s up with you trying to swoop in and save her every time it gets a little rough?”

“Can I not rescue a friend in need?” Castiel rolled his eyes in exasperation at the sudden interrogation.

“You can, but I don’t see you doin’ that with us every five seconds like you’ve been doin’ for Y/N,” Dean pointed out.

Castiel shook his head and looked away, remaining silent.

“Cas,” Sam called. “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude. Come on. I don’t see how you’re gonna get yourself out of this one unless you explain to her how you feel. We can all see it, and we know she feels the same.”

A flicker of hope at Dean’s words had his vessel’s heart skipping a beat before he quickly squashed it down. He rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. “Dean. There is no way—“

“You don’t see the way she looks at you?” Sam interrupted, quirking a brow at his friend.

Cas swallowed. “H-how…?”

“She looks at you like you hung the moon,” Dean answered, making a face. “It’s gross.”

Cas began to fidget with the ends of his coat, nerves bubbling up in his chest as he thought of the possibility that you, the human that made him fall in love, may actually return the sentiment.

Dean put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Just go to her, man. We’re rooting for you.”

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Parking your bike outside the dingy motel you and the boys were staying at for the night, you breathed a sigh of contentment. Riding down the highway on your motorcycle always helped you clear your head, and after that argument with Castiel, it was exactly what you needed.

As you walked up the stairs to your room, your mind went back to the look on Cas’ face after he killed the vamp that had been restraining you. He had looked proud, almost even relieved that he had killed the thing that had made you unsafe. Like it was because maybe…maybe he felt the same way. You scoffed as soon as the thought popped into your mind, rolling your eyes. That would be ridiculous. It was more likely that he didn’t think you were a capable hunter than it was that he could actually feel the same way. And that made you bitter.

Turning the key in the lock and opening the door to your room, there was Cas, sitting on your bed. You were angry all over again.

“What are you doing here, Cas?” you grumbled, throwing your bag to the floor and closing the door behind you.

He stood, maintaining eye contact with you. “I came to explain myself.”

You quirked a brow and crossed your arms. “Alright, go ahead.”

“Lately, I’ve, um. Been...struggling? With some things and I just feel as though I have to keep you out of harms way,” he mumbled, stumbling over his words as he searched for how to explain without totally giving himself away. “I…it’s—I just feel like I have to.”

Your arms fell to rest on your hips instead, and you shook your head. “Really? Y’know, Cas, sometimes I feel like I just have to slap Dean for eating the last slice of pie, but I resist the urge.”

The angel huffed and made his way over to sit at the table in the corner of the room. He rubbed his hands over his face, frustrated. “You’re making this very difficult.”

"Cas, I’m not the one dancing around the elephant in the room. You’re making this difficult for yourself.”

“What elephant?” His brows were furrowed, and you couldn’t help but smirk. Damn him and his cuteness.

You sighed, walking over and sitting across from him. “The ‘elephant’ in the room that I’m referring to is what you’re not telling me. The thing you’re struggling with that makes you feel like you have to...rescue me or something.”

“It’s not a thing,” he began, eyes wandering along the dark wood of the table, too nervous to look at you. “It’s a feeling. Feelings.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the possible insinuation behind his words. “What feelings?” He stayed silent for a moment, looking down at his fidgeting hands now, and you placed your own hand on the table, catching his attention. “Please, Cas? Please just tell me.”

His eyes now locked on you, he hesitantly put his hand upon yours. “Feelings...for you.”

You blinked, heart absolutely pounding now. Castiel has feelings. For you. “Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a small smile beginning to light up his nervous expression.

Suddenly just as nervous as he was, you felt like a schoolgirl with her childhood crush. “Like...what kind of feelings?”

Cas was inwardly shocked at your response to his confession thus far. You didn’t seem repulsed, as he were terrified you might be. Instead, you appeared almost...giddy. Feeling a bit more confident now, he stood up then and made his way around the table to you. You took the hand he held out for you and suddenly you were chest to chest, his eyes locked on yours.

He gently took your hand and raised it to his lips, placing a whisper of a kiss to your knuckles that sent a surge of electricity running through your veins. “I’m--I want to explain how I feel for you but I can’t find the words.” He hoped you understood that yes, there were words in the English language he could use to attempt to explain, but they didn’t hold a candle to how he really felt, the love in his chest that beat like a drum every time you looked at him. And sure, there were certain phrases in Enochian he could use that were a little closer to the sentiment, but it wouldn’t do much good if you couldn’t understand them.

“That’s okay,” you breathed, interrupting his thoughts and placing your free hand on his cheek. You were certain he could hear the pounding of your heart slamming against your chest at this point, but you didn’t care. You were elated. “You can show me.”

His sweet, soft smile grew at your words and lit up his face like a Christmas tree. He placed his hand upon yours and slowly leaned in, finally meeting your lips in the sweetest of kisses. You felt the weight of it, the pure emotion he was pouring into it, all the way down to your toes.

You lost track of time before you finally pulled away, desperate for air, and grinned at the happily dazed look on the angel’s face. “I think I understand how you feel about me now,” you said with a chuckle.

He hummed contently, nuzzling your nose. “Good. I want to apologize for taking your kills, as you said. It wasn’t my intention. I just...I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I’ve lost so much, but I truly would lose everything if I lost you.”

“I feel similarly about you,” you admitted, your arms now wrapped around his neck as your fingers toyed with the ends of his hair. “But I recognize that you’re not a damsel in distress. You’re strong and you can fight, and so can I. So we just have to compromise. Sometimes you’re just going to have to trust that I got this.”

Cas frowned but nodded.

You knew he was unsatisfied, the desire to protect you so deeply ingrained in him that he found it unfathomable to just...leave you to fight your battles alone. So you continued. “How about this: If I need you to save me, I’ll pray for you. And if you need me, call for me. We’ll have each other’s backs.”

“Alright,” he agreed, his small smile reappearing. After a beat of silence, his fingers squeezed your hips lovingly, and he began walking you backwards until your back hit the bed.

“Cas,” you giggled as he climbed onto the bed and hovered above you. “What are you doing?”

He smirked, his expression turning mischievous as his pupils dilated slightly. “Showing you how much I love you.”

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 4 years

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You and Me and You- Winchesters x OC Milania

Series Note: Before I dive into this story, I want to make something very clear. In NO WAY will this have ANY aspect of inappropriate content. No smut, no incest, just a very clean story. I imagine this as the concept of Twilight, just with the Winchesters; no vampires and werewolves unless they’ll be killed. There were two boys who loved one girl and that’s all this will be, the boys just happen to be brothers. Will there be kissing? Of course, but that’s as far as I write. I will also try to be as accurate to the series as possible but if something doesn’t sound true to the show, it’s probably my own take on it and the characters. I still hope this will attract plenty of readers and I hope everyone enjoys! -Monique

Second note: John Winchester, Jody Mills and Bobby Singer all work together on cases in the early chapters. Warnings will be added to each chapter.

Summary: Milania was left abandoned as a child, taken in by Bobby Singer. Being raised in the life of hunting monsters, it was a rough upbringing but she wouldn’t have changed a thing. When the Winchesters became involved, it was a whole different ball game, one that no one knew how to play.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, child abandonment, injuries to a child, Bobby being a good Dad.

Word Count: 2,147

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Chapter One- 1984

Bobby’s POV

I was out on a hunt in Washington State, trying to track what was causing a string of murders of daycare children. Storybrooke Daycare Center, founded in 1921, was the source of missing children that later turned up dead. Investigating this location, I unraveled a web of secrets that no one in the town knew about. In the thirties, one of the daycare workers had been a pedophile and not caught until seen in the act on the property, and was he fired and sent to jail. However, once released a year later, he came back and killed several of the children. Fast forward to today, and the reason for these killings was linked to the ghost of the worker. I and my pal Rufus had ganked that son of a bitch, causing the center to be closed down indefinitely. As police arrived on the scene, social workers worked with the remaining employees of the center, to wait or parents of the children. Slowly, every child was taken home and offered guidance from the social workers. When everyone was accounted for and I was no longer being interrogated, I start packing all my belongings. I head out to my car to load back up for the next case when the faint sound of crying filled my ears.

“What the?” I say aloud, following the sound coming from a small child. As I grew closer, I see a little girl, no older than three, sitting on the wet rocks in the playground area. Her clothes were stained and ripped, her hair a matted mess.

“Hey there, little one. Where’s your Mommy?” I ask, crouching down to her level. Instead of answering me, she continued to cry. Looking around and seeing absolutely no one left to pick up kids, I figured she was abandoned.

“Here, come with me. I’ll help you.” I try to coax the little girl into coming with me.

“She’s not going to go with you, Bobby. You’re just as scary to her as those monsters were.” Rufus said, seeing what I was doing.

“Well, I can’t just leave her! I found her and no one is left to care for her, so I’m taking her.” I yell back to my partner, who still disproved.

“Look you old fool, I’m not asking for your permission! This is what I’m doing so you can either join me or leave me the hell alone!” I turn to look back at the little girl, who had now come to my side and was staring up at me.

“Do you wanna come with me? I promise I won’t hurt you.” I say in the softest voice I could come up with and she nodded at me. I pick her up and walk to the car, and buckle her in. Unfortunately, she was too small to sit by herself, so I move her to the front with me and cradle her into my side.

Honestly, I have no idea how to raise a child. I’ve never had any of my own considering my wife died from a demon before we were ever able to think about that. However, I do know a few female hunters that would probably be more than happy to help out. So, I threw the car into drive and drove off to the first person I could think of.

“No Jody, she was abandoned. No one was there to pick her up. You know I couldn’t have just left her. Not at all. Okay, yes, I know I have no experience raising a kid but I couldn’t just let her stay there. She’s a mess and since the daycare ended up shutting down, I decided to take her. Look, will you just help me, please? Okay. Thank you. We’ll be there soon. Bye.”

Arriving at Jody’s a few days later, I get out of the car, and I can tell the little girl was afraid but her mood changed as she saw me on her side of the car. Damn, this kid is getting attached fast. I help her out of the car and put her on my hip as we walk to the door.

“Hey, Bobby, and hello, who is this?” Jody said to the child in my arms.

“That’s a good question. All the kids at the center had nametags they kept on their backs but I think hers fell off.”

“How about Milania? Millie for short.” Jody suggests.

“You know, that’s quite fitting for her. What do you think, Milania?” I look down at the child who squeals and claps her hands.

“I’d say she likes it.” Jody and I chuckle as Millie runs off to the couch in the living room.

“Okay little lady, you are in desperate need of a bath,” Jody says, going to pick Millie up and take her to the bathroom. Much to both our surprise, she didn’t fight Jody on it as most children would. I followed the two into the bathroom since I was going to have to learn how to care for Millie on my own, and saw the shocking and sickening part of her neglect. Underneath all her little clothes, her arms and legs were bruised, she had food and dirt all matted in her hair and spots of dry blood around her body. It also seemed like she cigarette burns scared onto her skin too. Jody filled the tub and slowly set Millie into the water, and that was when all hell broke loose. Millie screamed at the top of her lungs and was crying uncontrollably. It must’ve been because she still had wounds that weren’t healed.

“Bobby, can I get some help over here?” Jody yelled to me, trying to hold Millie in the tub, but it was a battle she was losing alone.

“Come here, sweet girl,” I say, sucking in some air and trying to assist as much as possible. I hold Millie in my arms as Jody washed her hair and body, getting all the dirt and blood off. I’ve seen plenty of people, adults, who looked like this, but most of the time, they’re monsters and they deserved it. It was a whole different story seeing a child treated in such a terrible manner. I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to raising a kid, but I do know I will always protect Milania; she’s been through enough.

Once we got her all cleaned up, Jody took her into the next room to put some clothes on. She said she had gone to a clothing store and stocked up on as many toddler clothes as she could find. Our whole worlds had flipped when I found Millie but it was what needed to be done.

“Hey get ready, John said he was coming by with the boys to get some help on a case he is suspecting in Colorado,” Jody said, as Millie ran back into the living room, looking much happier than she did a few minutes before.

“I gotcha. How’s he been doing?” I ask.

“He’s been okay. Things are still hard on him since Mary died and I don’t think it’s getting any easier.” Jody said.

“How are the boys?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, Sam is about to turn two and Dean just turned six. They still rely on John a lot but I know he hasn’t quite been all there.”

Just as our conversation about the widower ended, there was a knock on the door; it’s them.

“John, good to see you and the boys.”

“Hey Jods, thanks. We’ve surely missed having any female perspectives on certain things.” John tries to joke but his face is full of sadness.

“Jod-Jod!” Dean yells, waddling his way over to Jody, who bends down to the boy and scoops him up in a big hug.

“Hey Deano, how’s it going?”

“Good!” He answers, with a big smile on his face.

“Have you been keeping an eye on Sammy?”

“Yes.” He giggles as Jody tickles him before he gets set down and he runs to me.

“Hey, sport.” I ruffle his hair and wrap around him as he hugs my leg.

“Bobby, how you doing, man? Jody tells me you have a kid?” John asks.

“Hey, yeah I do. I found a little girl abandoned on the location of a hunt Rufus and I worked on the other day and I decided to take her in.”

“Wow, well I’m not doing too well in the parenting department myself but I do think she’ll be in good care with you.” John compliments.

“Thank you. Jody here has been helping me out a lot, giving me all the tips, I may need, but I have her on speed dial for emergencies.” We both laugh as Jody comes into the room with Millie.

“Hey, there she is.”

“Daddy!” Millie yells as she runs over to me. That was the first time she’s said anything and she already knows me as her Dad.

“Hey Mills, I want you to meet some people, okay?” She nods as I pick her up.

“John, this is my daughter, Milania. We call her Millie for short.”

“Hi Millie, I’m John.” She hides her face in my shoulder, still not used to people.

“I guess she’s still shy. That right there was the first time I’ve heard her talk since I found her.” I say to John who just smiles.

“Guess you got a magic touch or something.”

“Hey Millie, come meet my boys,” John says, walking over to where Dean was sitting, next to Sam on the floor.

“Dean, this is Millie. She’s Bobby’s daughter. And that little guy there is Sam.”

“Hi, Millllllie,” Dean says, singing Milania’s nickname out. She looks over to Dean and just stares at him.

“Say hi Mills.” I try encouraging her to meet new people.

“Hi.” She spoke in a small voice, before turning back to me.

“Hey kids, I have an idea. Do you guys wanna draw? I’ve got crayons and paper in the kitchen.” Jody said, leading the children away from John and me.

“So, what do you got?” I ask, taking a swig from a bottle of beer, looking to the younger man.

“It looks like Wendigos. They’ve made quite a mess in the town of Silverton, Colorado. But it seems like more than I can handle on my own.” John explains.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to go with you and try to figure this thing out.”

“What about the kids?”

“We can always ask Jody if she could watch them?”

“Of course, I’ll watch the kids while y’all go on a hunt. It gives me more time with Sam and Dean and gets to know Millie a little better. Plus, she’s been through a lot; she needs a chance to catch a break.”

“Thanks, Jody. We’ll check in often, make sure the kids are alright.” I say.

“They will be; they’ll be with their Aunt Jody.”

“So, we’ll head out in the morning then,” John suggests before gathering the boys up and leaving to stay in a motel in town.

“You and Millie can stay here for the night. Can’t have Baby Girl in a nasty motel room after what she’s seen. She deserves to sleep in a neatly made bed.

“Can’t argue with that.” Putting Millie to bed was easier than I thought it was going to be but it was later than any child should be up. She sleeps on the bed, next to me, and soon we both are taken over with sleep.

When morning arrives, I get Millie dressed and get her some breakfast before John and the boys come over. I try to explain to her that I will be away from her for a while, which went well.

“Hey princess, listen. Daddy is going away for a few days and you have to stay here with Aunt Jody. But I’ll call to check on you, okay? You be good for Aunt Jody and get along with Sam and Dean.” I say to the toddler as she rocks back and forth on her heels.

“Okay, Daddy.” She says as she leans in to hug me tight. She was tiny but mighty when it came to affection.

“Dee!” Millie yells when she sees John and the boys walk in the front door. Dean lets go of John’s hand and runs over to me and Millie.

“Millie!” Dean yells back to the young girl and hugs her tight like she just hugged me.

“Alright guys, I got a movie and popcorn all set up for you in the living room,” Jody says as the kids rush into the other room, and taking Sam from John’s arms.

“Thanks again, Jods,” I say.

“No worries. You guys be careful out there; you have kids counting on you to come home.”

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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Our Work Never Ends

I originally called this Wayward Sisters, this just popped in my head. This is a rough that I’m allowing you to see. I will be editing it from time to time.

Just let me know what ya’ll think. Please.

[Couldn’t find the Empty version of Lucifer]

Summary: Two girls come together for a common cause. Find Dean.

Pairing: None

Set: Well after Season 15 (Assuming Sam and Dean die in the finale (which they better not, bitch I’ll riot…no jk, I’ll die from the heartbreak alone.)) a couple of years or so after.

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A/N: Cassie Robinson x Dean (Season 1); Sarah Blake x Sam (Season 1) (Died in Season 8, has a daughter), just something.

Ever wondered, what happens to a man when he hears his wife died of natural causes, but when the information was being told to him, it didn’t seem natural. Not to him. After Crowley killed Sarah with a hex bag, suffocating her to death. Sam wanted to break the news to her husband Ian, with their daughter, who was turning 6 at the time that their mother was dead. Sam couldn’t bring himself to tell Ian a snot nosed lie. But he couldn’t tell the truth either.

Ian turned into a hunter, shortly after the news of Sarah. He wanted revenge. Avenge his wife’s death. But, having little to no knowledge under his belt. A werewolf was all it took to end his, short, hunting days. Beth was 13 when her father died.

Growing up in the south with a half black and half white mother can lead to bullying. But not for Kaylee. She had her dad’s blood in her veins and Cassie knew it.

Yet another call from the school about a fight she was yet again involved in, proved to her she was Dean’s daughter. Sure she did the DNA testing, months after he left to go hunting with Sam after saving her family from a racist ghost truck, she had something of his. A stray hair was all it took to confirm she was Dean’s daughter.

She had to tell her about her dad. She always asked when she was a kid about her daddy. So she decided to tell her about her dad. Dean Winchester. A hunter, who hunts monsters. She was 14 when she learned this.

Three years later…

The girls are not of age yet. But armed with pictures, one of her dad, and one of her mom. All it took was a topic about monsters and the supernatural to bring the two girls together.

Kaylee, now 17 years old, she’s on her way to turning 18, rents a room out for them. To chat in a more controlled environment.

“So, you’re looking for your dad?” Beth asked.

“Yeah. My dad,” she began. And shrugged. “My mom says he hunts monsters. Supernatural monsters, ghosts, demons that whole rep.” she said.

“My dad is looking for—well was looking for, a man by the name Sam Winchester. He told my dad about my mom’s death. He might help me about my dad’s.” she explained.

“Huh, my dad’s name is Dean Winchester. Maybe we’ll both get what we want if we stick together.” Kaylee suggests.

“Yeah. I agree.” Beth says.

The girls got up bright an early the next day, checked out and left. Kaylee having to hotwire and steal a car. A parked, police car, a 2019 Dodge Charger, solid black with police lights on top.

“We are so going to jail.” Beth groaned.

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing kid.” Kaylee said as she quietly pulled out of the parking lot unnoticed.

Pulling into an abandoned garage several miles away.

Thought it may look abandoned, but Kaylee is familiar with the area. Her ex-boyfriend dabbled in cars. Taught her how to fix them up, hotwire, steal even turn a cop car into a nonpolice car. This also happened to be her ex-boyfriends garage.

She managed, with the tools he had lying around, to get under the hood and gank the gps tracker attached to the engine. She even managed to unhook the dashcam and, ditched the plates, lights and siren. Destroying the important stuff. Like the trackers and cameras so no one would find them, hack into it and manage to get any kind of information from the trackers and cameras.

It was starting to get late in the day, night was soon approaching.

“We’re staying here for the night. I need to work on the car more.” Kaylee says.

“Where are we gonna sleep?” Beth asks.

“Over there, the mechanic always has a place to crash while working.” She says, pointing to a spare room in the garage.

Beth finds a small bed, all made up with some covers, dusty and old. She shook the sheets and blankets out and remade the bed. And got ready to go to sleep while Kaylee striped the paint and painted the car black and trimmed with chrome. Making it look spick and span, and brand spanking new by morning. No sign it was ever a police car.

The next morning, Kaylee managed to get done with the car in time. Beth got up, made the bed and got ready to go when Kaylee stops her.

“Do you have a license?” Kaylee asked tiredly.

“Yeah, why?” Beth asked.

“You’re driving.” Kaylee tossed her the keys.

“We broke how many laws in one day? And you ask me if I have a driver’s license.” Beth says with a bitchface to boot.

“Shut up.” Kaylee says, getting in the passenger seat.

“You’ll be fine, I put different plates on the car, got new tags. The car is now ours.” Kaylee says, getting settled in.

“And how’d you manage that?” Beth asks as she pulls out.

“Breaking the law.” Kaylee says. Pulling her beanie over her eyes, and falling asleep.

Weeks have passed, driving from town to town, asking people if they’ve seen the man Kaylee is looking for, or anything about him.

“Kaylee, we’re here.” Beth said pulling up to a house in Sioux Falls.

After a stop in Minnesota Sheriff Donna helped out a lot.

“I swear if this is another one of my dad’s friends I’m offing myself.” Kaylee groans.

“So what if Donna didn’t know Dean had a kid, I thought it was funny.” Beth said with a laugh.

Kayla mocking a laugh with Beth. Clearly not amused.

They knock on the door.

“Yes.” A voice answers from inside.

It was summer, this house was like one of many having two doors, the main door and a screen door. And just like any house after the long winter months, and having a day where it’s beautiful outside, the screen door is open letting in the fresh air.

“Hi, are you Jody Mills?” Kaylee asked.

A middle-aged woman with pixie short hair appeared, coming to the door but not opening it.

“Depends on who’s asking?” She answers.

“Ma’am, my name is Kaylee Robinson, my mom knew a Mr. Dean Winchester, I’m looking for him.” Kaylee said.

“And how well did your mom know Dean?” She asked.

“So you are Jody?” Beth goes.

“No shit.” Kaylee groans at Beth.

Kaylee sighs. “He’s my dad.” She says.

Jody tried to hide the shock that filled her face, she too didn’t know Dean had a kid.

“He saw my mom again around January 2006, I was born September 26, 2006. And this girl, Beth, had a run in with the supernatural. We just want to find Dean and this, Sam character. Maybe they can help us.” Kaylee says.

“Help you with what?” Jody asks seriously.

“I wanna know who killed my dad and why.” Beth says.

“And my mom, died in a car accident…but it didn’t seem like an accident. It looked an awful lot like a case my dad solved when he was with my mom last.” Kaylee explained.

“Come in, you should know about this.” Jody says.

After a good long talk of the boys’ adventures…

“God?” Kaylee goes.

Jody nods. After telling them about the Winchester’s, demons, angels, and Jack and Cas and their bought with God Chuck.

“They died, protecting this new god?” Beth asked.

“Yeah, they couldn’t get away and well the power of Jack and Chuck overwhelmed them. Killing them instantly. They felt no pain.” Jody explained.

“So my dad’s dead too.” Kaylee goes, standing up.

“I’m sorry kid, I really am. Look, I wish there was a way.” Jody starts.

“What if there is?” Kaylee says.

“What?” Jody asks.

Beth remaining silent.

“You said before, they died and came back many times. What if, there is a way to get them back?” Kaylee asks.

“Sweetheart, they wouldn’t want that.” Jody says.

“How would you know?” Kaylee snaps.

“Lebanon, that’s where their base is right, I’m heading there.” Kaylee says, leaving.

“But, Kaylee, you and I know nothing about bringing the dead back to life.” Beth says after her.

“Dad and Sam figured it out, right?” she asked. “Well, I’m a Winchester too. Believe it or not. I’m sure I will figure out how to bring my dad and uncle back.” Kaylee says getting in the driver seat.

Jody couldn’t get out fast enough. By the time she gets to her truck they're gone. All she could do was to put out an APB on the car. As the days pass, no one sees the car or the girls.

A few days later…

They pull up a trail, seeing a tall building looming over head.

“Apparently hunters here knew Dean and Sam. That’s a good thing, right?” Beth asked.

“Well yeah, we would have been looking all over for this place…” Kaylee says. “Not that we would be looking to long. Lebanon isn’t very big.” Kaylee adds.

The door down remained unlock. As they walked in through the second door, a dark and musty room awaited them. They pulled out their cellphones, activating the flashlight.

“Whoa.” Beth goes.

“Son of a bitch.” Kaylee says.

“This place is huge, and your dad lived here?” Beth says.

“Apparently.” Kaylee says.

Kaylee looks around and sees the main power switches. She heads over and throws both of them, one at a time.

“Son of a bitch.” Beth says. Her gaze, off into the far distance.

Kaylee follows Beth’s gaze, seeing a huge library.

“Hey girl, I think we found the batcave.” Kaylee says.

“Well, let’s get to looking on how to bring your dad back.” Beth says.

The next morning…

“Kaylee, this place has everything, spell books, lore books, hell even a Manuel on being a hunter.” Beth says holding up the books.

“Alright, let’s not geek out okay.” Kaylee says.

“Geek out, really?” Beth goes.

“Well, don’t get me wrong, it all sounds awesome. But, I just wish it was an easy, ‘hey this book is on resurrecting the dead’.” Kaylee says, playing with the swords behind Beth.

“Yeah, well, we don’t have that. We have to do it the old fashioned way.” Beth says.

After a couple of hours of reading and scrounging, Beth found a lead.

“There’s a spell. All I need is blood, blood related to your dad and uncle. And since you have some Winchester blood in you, and Dean and Sam, you are related to them so, I need your blood.” Beth says, holding up the spell.

“But we got everything else. Sage, and something that belonged to them…” Kaylee says skeptically. As she looked at the pile Beth had, ingredients for the spell. Two flannels, a stick of sage and a bowl.

“Your dad’s stuff was still here so I figured his flannel would do.” Beth said.

“Does it have to be the whole damn shirt, just, here.” Kaylee says.

Grabbing a pair of scissors she cuts a piece from the collar.

“Look, there’s even hair. And we’ll do it on Sam’s too.” Kaylee says, doing the same to his flannel.

“But problem.” Beth says.

“What?” Kaylee groans.

“Where are they buried?” Beth asks.

Oh.

Kaylee looked all over the bunker, for a clue to where they would be buried. And found nothing. But one clue that seemed odd.

“Jack, the same Jack told us is the new God. He used to live here.” Kaylee says, entering the library holding a journal.

“Yeah, same for Cas too. Did you know celestial beings don’t sleep?” Beth says.

“Kind of figured. But this journal, has my dad’s name in it. And another Winchester, John. Sounds like he was my dad’s dad.” Kaylee says.

“Yeah, that’s called a grandpa.” Beth says jokingly.

“What’s with the snarky comments?” Kaylee snapped.

“I’m bored.” Beth says.

“I wonder if praying works.” Kaylee says.

“Try it out.” Beth says.

“Okay.” Kaylee goes, sitting down, folding her hands and begins to pray.

“Alright, I have questions that need answering. And only this Cas and Jack can answer them. Can someone up there send their feathery ass’s down here, please and thank you.” She says.

“Really? That’s a prayer?” Beth says sassily.

“I don’t go to church.” Kaylee says.

“Hello” a voice is heard behind them. They turn to see a scrawny kid.

“And you are?” Kaylee asks.

“Jack.” He says.

“Jack, the same Jack that worked with my dad?” Kaylee asked.

“I am. And, before you ask, I have made a promise not to bring them back. Under any and all circumstance.” He says quickly.

“But Jack it’s important. We need answers.” Kaylee says.

“I’m sorry, but as far as I’m concerned, this place has all the answers you need. I can’t help you.” He says and vanishes.

“Well, son of a bitch.” Kaylee growls.

“Now what?” Beth asked.

“We’ll find a way; we don’t need no god to help us.” Kaylee says.

Remember Nick, Lucifer’s first original vessel? We were never shown what happened to his body, or his spirit since God’s destruction. And his many attempts to bring Lucifer back from the Empty. Let’s just say being a vengeful spirit has it’s perks. Going between worlds, even dipping into the Empty and waking up Lucifer.

The Empty Lucifer, and the spirit of Nick, resurrected Nick’s corpse.

After slipping past Death, getting Empty Lucifer out of the Empty and into the real world Nick and Lucifer were back in action. And more powerful than ever.

Winchester. He wanted the Winchester’s dead.

As the girls slept in the bunker, Kaylee couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts racing. Until she heard her friend screaming.

“Beth!” Kaylee shouted. Following Beth’s screams.

She found Beth, standing at a crossroads of hallways. She follows Beth’s gaze to find a man standing at the end of the hall. A dark gaze in his eye. Flashing red, a deep red.

Her mind screaming somehow. Lucifer.

Lucifer?

“Lucifer.” Kaylee whispers.

“What? How’d you know?” Beth asks.

“I don’t know, I just do somehow.” Kaylee says.

Lucifer vanished in a puff of black smoke.

And it happened again behind them. Turning to see Lucifer looming over them, he throws the girls down the hall. Causing them to roll to a stop.

“Something’s off about him.” Kaylee says. Getting up.

“How so? Wait? How would know something is off about him?” Beth shouts further down the hall from Kaylee. “You don’t even know him!”

“I don’t know okay!” Kaylee admits.

The girls notice their breath is showing.

“Didn’t your dad write something about ghosts showing themselves, the temperature would drop?” Beth asked.

A thought came to Kaylee, and she acted on it.

“Dad, is that you?” Kaylee asks.

A figure appeared behind her.

“Sam!” He shouted. Another figure showed up, behind Lucifer.

Lucifer stopped. Seeing Sam and Dean appearing before him.

“Dean!” Sam shouted.

Dean? Dean! Dad! Kaylee thought.

Sam used his ghost mojo to hold Lucifer in place.

“Kay, listen to me.” Dean says. Kaylee turns towards him.

“There’s a book, it’s a banishing spell. Try it.” He says.

“But, dad he doesn’t feel celestial in any way. I don’t think he’s an angel.” She says.

“I think Dean’s ghostly influence or whatever is giving you this knowledge.” Beth suggests.

“There should be an angel blade in my room, run and get it.” Dean ordered.

Before she could, Lucifer sent her flying further down the hall. Dean vanishes for a minute, and appears by Kaylee’s side.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, at least I’m not hitting a wall or anything.” Kaylee answers. “An angel blade, what’s an angel blade?” Kaylee asked. Dean vanishes. Only to hear a metallic blade slide out of his room.

She hurries to it, sliding to a stop and grabbing it. And she high tails it towards Lucifer. Who launches her through a closed door, Kaylee grunts in pain at the force of it all.

“Sorry kids, but, gotta run.” Lucifer growls. Vanishing, this time for good, in a puff of black smoke.

“You’re right, not an angel.” Dean says.

“Can you come back now?!” Kaylee asks, stumbling out of the room Lucifer just threw her in. Angel Blade in hand. “Jack said he wasn’t gonna bring you back because of some promise. Beth and I know nothing about hunting, we need you guys.” Kaylee begs.

“That spell Beth dug up, it will work. Just head up to the grave site. It’s the top of this hill up here.” Dean says.

“We can’t follow you up their unless you bring something that ties us to this plane.” He adds.

“Beth, my laptop. I'm tied to my laptop.” Sam says.

Beth runs into Sam’s room and grabs his laptop. Giving her a nod.

“Mine, oddly enough, is not in here. And after all this time I don’t know if she’ll run.” Dean says.

“What?” Kaylee asks.

Dean shows her his car. The black, 1967 Chevy Impala.

“I loved this car more than anything. She was my baby.” Dean says.

“Okay, can I drive her up there?” She asks.

“If you can get her to start, yeah.” Dean says.

She heads into Dean’s room, finding his keys and is back in no time. The boys fizzle in and out of view, one minute they're not in the car, the next minute they’re in the back seat behind the girls.

She turns the key, sounds like the battery is dead. And judging by the way her dad's car is parked, she can get her Dodge down here and give the Impala a jumpstart.

And that’s what she does. She manages to drive it in the garage, parking it so she can get out in the Impala but also jumpstart the old muscle car.

And a jumpstart was all it needed. Beth turns off the Dodge and gets in the Impala and the pair drive up the hill to the grave site they speak of.

It was almost dawn when they reached the hilltop. Finding three graves.

Beth heading over to said graves getting bowl ready, Sam helping her as best as he could.

Kaylee and Dean having a, ghostly, father, daughter bonding moment.

“Cas. Who was Cas?” Kaylee asked.

“He was, an angel friend of ours. A brother in arms. He died trying to save us but, obviously it wasn’t enough.” Dean says dryly.

“Did you ever loved my mom?” She asked.

“Of course I did, that’s why I left.” Dean answers. Almost offended by the question. “You know what I do--, what I did. I didn’t want that for your mom. Or you.” He said.

“Well, she died in a car accident, but in my mom’s old journal entry, how people were dying the same way she did.” Kaylee explained.

“I thought, having it cross hollowed grounds it would destroy it Sam.” Dean says, glaring at Sam.

“Guess I was wrong.” Sam says.

“When did this happen?” Dean asked.

“It was…around, early October 2019.” She answers.

“That’s when God opened up hell, probably even brought him back for kicks.” Dean said.

“And this is Chuck, not Jack, right?” She asks.

“Right, Chuck was just, all out bad.” Dean answers.

“Okay, Kaylee, I’m ready for the blood.” Beth says.

She turns back to Dean. Dean gives her a nod and a soft, sad smile.

Kaylee heads over to Beth’s spell making bowl and cuts her hand, squeezing a good amount of blood. And Beth saying the incantation.

‘Bout a short time later two hands, one from either grave shot up. The girls scream at the scene, backing off some.

First popped out Sam, gasping for breath. Shortly after, Dean popped out doing the same. Both looking like nothing happened, other than being buried. No injuries, no blood, just unharmed and fine.

“Well,” Dean says with a huff.

“Looks like we got more work to do.” Sam says, panting.

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atc74 · 5 years

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A Hundred and Eight Things

Square Filled: De-Aged for @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: Flannel for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Fem receiving oral sex, smidge o’angst, fluff

Summary: Dean has a thing for his girl’s bare nether regions but when she gets cursed by a witch, it changes Dean’s perspective about things.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3334 (I almost took out a word so it could be 3333!)

Written for: @spnkinkbingo @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: @jerkbitchidjitassbutt, thank you!

A/N: This is set in S8 before the trials and before the angels fell from heaven. Starts with some sexy smut off the bat, but then shit gets real.

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“I am so glad Sam stayed home,” Y/N moaned as Dean ran his tongue across her jaw.

“Can we not talk about my brother while I am trying to get you naked?” Dean quipped, nipping at the sensitive skin of her throat.

“I am just so happy to have you all to myself,” she replied, pulling his face up to meet hers. “Like so happy I shaved, just for you baby.”

Dean didn’t waste any more time. He shimmied down her body, pulling at her clothes until she was finally bare before him. “God, you know how much I love your fucking bare pussy. So baby smooth. So pretty and perfect…” His fingers trailed down one side and up the other and her hips bucked in response. “So fucking sensitive. So receptive...”

He made himself comfortable between her spread legs like he was at home. And he really was. Dean loved her snatch. He loved fucking it, fingering it. But most of all, Dean loved eating it. He loved eating her out until she screamed his name. Until she couldn’t move. Until she begged him to fuck her.

A single swipe of his tongue from hole to clit had her aching, throbbing for more. She felt the need down to her toes as they curled against the cheap motel bedspread. Dean’s tongue explored her nether regions like no other had before him. He knew what made her tick. He knew what would get her off the quickest. He knew when she needed it fast and dirty and when she wanted it slow and steady. Dean Winchester had ruined her for all other men.

Dean pulled back slightly, his thumbs splitting open her lips and he just stared, admiring the smooth, glistening skin. Sliding his thumbs up, he fully exposed her clit, blowing his breath across it and he watched it twitch with anticipation. He flicked his tongue over it once, twice, then circled it for good measure, knowing she preferred a little more pressure on her right side. Within minutes, she was screaming and everyone in the crappy motel knew his name.

~*~

“Y/N! Watch out!” Dean shouted, taking aim at the witch as Y/N went down. He pulled the trigger, hitting the witch right between the eyes. He checked to make sure she was down for good and rushed to Y/N’s side.

“Sweetheart, you gotta wake up for me, okay?” Dean pulled her into his arms, cradling her body to his. He lightly slapped the side of her face, trying to get her to open her eyes.

She groaned, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, trying to focus on Dean’s face as it came into view. “What happened?”

“Freaking witches is what happened!” Dean sat next to her on the bed. “You feel okay? I didn’t catch everything she said, but then you were out for the count before I ganked her.”

“Yeah. A little fuzzy, but I feel fine,” she assured him. “Can we go home?”

“Already packed up. Just waiting on your lazy ass to get outta bed,” Dean joked, glad to have his girl back.

The drive home was short with the hunt only a couple hours from the Bunker. Dean eased Baby into her stall in the garage and carried their bags to their room. After a quick shower and supper, they hunkered down in bed with a movie and a mountain of pillows. The end credits rolled as they both softly snored side by side.

~*~

A scream, more like a wail, woke Dean from sleep. He was upright, gun in hand, sweeping the room, but saw nothing a miss in the bedroom, no potential threat. The wailing continued, however, as Dean stepped around the bed and to the door, throwing it open. Sam was rushing down the hall, gun also drawn.

“What the hell is that and where is it coming from?” Dean demanded, his face contorted as the shrillness of it hit his sleep raddled brain.

“It’s coming from your room, Dean,” Sam said, cautiously stepping inside and made his way to the bed.

“What the hell?” Dean muttered as Sam threw back the covers. There, nestled among the pillows Y/N had to have, was a very small, very angry, crying infant in Dean’s favorite Zeppelin tee. Dean handed his weapon over to his brother and picked up the red faced infant, cradling it to his bare chest and the crying ceased, replaced by small whimpers.

“You said Y/N got nailed with the witch’s spell, right?” Sam asked, looking at the baby in his brother’s arms. “I’ll hit the books. Do you remember anything she said before you shot her?”

“Yeah, a few. Let me get dressed and we’ll meet you out there,” Dean told Sam. Sam left the room, closing the door behind him. Dean dressed quickly in sweats and his robe, before grabbing one of his flannels that was her favorite. As he walked out to the library to meet Sam, he called Cas.

“Hey Buddy, we-ah, we need you back here, pronto. But I am going to text you a list of supplies I need you to pick up on the way. Probably Wal-mart or Target, whatever you can find,” Dean informed the angel. “Yeah, long story.”

He shot off a text to Cas before joining his brother. Dean stood on the opposite side of the table form Sam, with Y/N curled into his still bare chest. He covered her backside with the flannel, using it as a makeshift blanket.

“Okay, what do you remember?” Sam looked up at his brother. It was odd, seeing him holding the baby that was now Y/N until they figured it out. But what struck Sam, was how organic it looked. Dean wasn’t freaking out, he was completely calm and looked at peace with her in his arms.

“Infans, nova satus, initium novum, pura anima mea,” Dean recalled as his brother started furiously taking notes.

“Dean, I don’t think it was the witch’s intent to curse Y/N based on what you just repeated. The witch probably thought she was doing her a favor. A fresh start, a pure soul, a new beginning. This sounds like she wanted to give Y/N a new life and not end up a hunter,” Sam looked back up at Dean, his eyes turning soft at the sight.

“What?” Dean looked back at his brother.

“You just, you just look comfortable, happy even,” Sam theorized. “Do you even realize you are rocking her? Swaying side to side like that?”

Dean looked back down at Y/N asleep on his chest. He had ceased his movement momentarily, but hadn’t even noticed he was doing it. He shrugged and resumed, hoping she would stay asleep until Cas arrived.

And as if on cue, Dean heard the flutter of wings in the war room. He turned to see Cas with two shopping carts full of supplies. Dean handed Y/N off to Sam and grabbed several bags from the cart, along with the baby detergent and headed down the hall. Sam and Castiel stared after him.

Dean took Y/N back from Sam as she started to stir. He had pulled a diaper out of the pocket of his robe and slipped it under her, quickly covering her tiny bottom with it. He took a seat in one the reading chairs and produced a bottle. He looked down at her and placed the nipple in her mouth. She started eating and Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why is Y/N an infant?” Cas questioned.

“Freaking witches,” Dean said, his voice higher than usual as he made faces at the baby while she fed.

“Curse hit her before Dean took out the witch. But it changed her overnight, even after the witch was killed. So now we gotta figure out what we’re dealing with and see if there is a reversal,” Sam explained to Cas.

“And all the things you had me buy?” Castiel looked back to Dean.

“Y/N has needs. It doesn’t matter if she is a grown woman or a baby, it’s my job to fulfill those needs and protect her. Babies need diapers and food and blankets and clothes,” Dean informed the socially awkward angel. He took the now empty bottle and placed it on the small table before placing Y/N over his shoulder. He patted her back a few times when she burped. “Good girl.”

“How does a sound that big come out of something so small?” Sam marveled, still watching his brother and Y/N.

“Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas don’t know anything about babies, do they?” Dean giggled with her and she smiled up at him. “Someone needs a diaper change.” He rose and walked over to the carts yet to be unloaded. He rifled through the bags with one hand until he found what he needed then returned to the library, laying Y/N down on her back.

Dean Winchester was one of the most fierce and feared men in the supernatural world. Monsters ran from Dean Winchester. Sam observed his brother, shirtless and in his dead guy robe, leaning over the table and making the most ridiculous faces and noises at a baby. And she was loving it, her tiny giggles filled the cavernous space with a light that hadn’t been there before. Sam laughed in spite of himself and the situation.

Sam had helped Dean setup the portable crib in his room along with a baby monitor. Dean made coffee and they hit the books again. They called everyone they knew. Even Garth was running down information. After what felt like days of research, Sam and Cas took off on a lead, leaving Dean to care for Y/N on his own, which he didn’t mind in the slightest.

While Sam and Cas were gone, his days consisted of turning classic rock songs into lullabies, warming bottles, changing diapers and spoon feeding rice cereal and carrots to Y/N as she laughed and made a mess. After playtime, they would both take a nap then repeat the process. Rocking her to sleep became his favorite ritual.

“Do you remember the night we met?” Dean asked the little pink bundle in his arms. It was the third night and they were both tired, but Y/N looked up at him, her eyes sparkling and filled with wonder as one of her tiny hands grasped at his face. “I know you do, but since you can’t talk, I’m going to tell you a little bedtime story.

“I had been living with Lisa and Ben, trying to live a normal life like Sammy wanted. But then Sam was back and I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t live that life without my brother. After we got Sam’s soul back, things were normal as they get for us. Saving people, hunting things...you know the drill. Anyway, the new big bad arrived and we had no idea how to take her down. Eve. Such a pretty name for such an evil bi-oops, lady. Turned out we needed the ashes from a Phoenix, but no one had seen one for several decades.

“We had been digging around in the Campbell's secret bunker and I found a book, a journal. A journal that belonged to Samuel Colt. His journal entry said he killed a Phoenix with his gun. With The Colt. Cas sent us back to 1861 to Sunrise, Wyoming to catch up with Colt and get the gun to kill the Phoenix and bring back it’s ashes to gank Eve.

“This Phoenix was stirring up trouble, burning anyone who had been involved with his wife’s murder. The judge, the sheriff, the deputy. I was playing sheriff when you strolled into my office with the Colt on your hip. You were stunning. I had never met any woman like you. You were a hunter and Colt’s niece and I thought I had died and gone to heaven and I didn’t even know you.

“We killed the Phoenix, but as we tried to gather the ashes, you by my side, Cas yanked us back. My first thought wasn’t that I didn’t get the ashes, but that I had lost you. Until you ended up back in our world and helped us defeat Eve. I knew you were it for me. I begged Cas not to send you back, but in the end, it was you that convinced him to let you stay.”

Dean stopped rocking and realized that Y/N was fast asleep, suckling on her fist. Dean gently laid her on her back in the portable crib and tiptoed out of the room. He rummaged through the kitchen for a snack, prepared a couple more bottles, and shuffled back to his room. He didn’t sleep as well without Y/N in his bed, but she was sound asleep and safe in the crib next to him and for now that would be good enough until he had the full grown Y/N back in his arms.

With the newly installed infant carrier in Baby’s backseat, Dean and Y/N drove through the quiet streets of Lebanon. They stopped at the thrift shop where he found her some great second hand toys, stopped by the post office and finished their adventure with a lunch at the diner.

“Dean! I didn’t know you have a daughter! She’s beautiful, looks just like her mother,” Dorothy, the only waitress commented.

“Thanks Dot, but, uh, she’s not mine,” Dean replied, giving her his signature smile. “Just watching her for a few days.”

Dorothy clucked her tongue and walked away, clearly not believing him. Dean turned back to Y/N in her carrier next to him, his mind running away with him.

After their adventurous day, Y/N and Dean were pretty tuckered out and crashed as soon as they got home. When Dean woke up, he changed her diaper and made them a quick dinner. Rice cereal, sweet potatoes and peaches for little miss, while he had a sandwich. The simple domesticity of his life right now surprised him. He was quite comfortable with the routine they had and how easy he had acclimated to it. After picking up the kitchen, he gave Y/N a bath, making sure he got all the food out of her hair.

Dean was just sitting down to give her a nighttime bottle when the heavy door opened and closed, followed by heavy footfalls on the metal staircase. Sam entered the library with Cas.

“You are quite good with her, Dean,” Cas observed.

“She’s a good baby. It’s easy,” Dean told him, smiling down at her as she ate.

“Uh, Dean? We’ve got everything we need. Took four days and five different Wicca shops, but we finally figured it all out,” Sam commented, setting everything on the table. “We need some of her hair. Just a few strands should do.”

“Let me just put her to bed and I’ll be back,” Dean finished feeding Y/N, burped her and he walked down the hall to put her to bed. She yawned sleepily, then grabbed his face with both of her tiny little hands, pulling him closer to her.

“I know Sweetheart. Me too,” Dean placed a gently kiss to her forehead and put her in her crib, covering her lightly with his flannel that had become her favorite blanket. “I’ll see you in the morning, Y/N.”

Dean slowly walked back down the hall to the library. He was excited to get his Y/N back, but the last four days with baby Y/N made him realize a metric ton of shit. Things he never thought much about before because he was a hunter. He had a shit life and didn’t need a bunch of pipe dreams clogging his thoughts, distracting him from the job.

He passed Sam the strands of Y/N’s hair he had plucked from her head. She had barely made a fuss, like she knew it was a good reason. Sam took the hairs gingerly from his brother and added them to the bowl as Cas finished adding the rest of the spell components. Sam recited the spell and dropped a lit match in the bowl. A plume of pure white smoke rose into the air.

“Thanks guys. For doing all this for her. For both of us,” Dean hugged his brother and bid them goodnight.

He picked Y/N from the crib and placed her gently in the bed. He didn’t want her to wake up in the portable crib. He placed all the extra pillows around the edge before he laid down next to her. He picked up her little hand and she wrapped it around his finger. He stroked the smooth skin on the back of her hand. He knew she would be back to normal in the morning, but he was going to miss baby Y/N. He hummed her a lullaby, gently coaxing himself into slumber.

Warm breath fanned across his face like a summer breeze. Dean took a deep breath and his head was filled with Y/N. His eyes shot open and there she was. All grown up and wearing his flannel that he had covered her with the night before.

“Oh thank god! I missed you so much!” Dean pulled her into his arms, crushing her with the strength of his embrace. “I love you.”

“Dean! ...need to breathe…” she gasped.

He released her, holding her at arms length. She was so beautiful and he was grateful to his brother and Cas for returning her to him.

“Baby, we were just on a hunt the other day. I feel like I’ve been asleep for days!” She stretched lazily next to him. “And I’m starving!”

“Yeah, about that. Witch’s spell turned you into a baby,” Dean gave her the cliff notes version. “Come on, you make coffee and I’ll make some breakfast.”

Over breakfast, Dean relayed the events from when he ganked the witch until the night before. Y/N listened intently, not believing what she had heard. They cleaned up and washed the dishes together, like many times before. But Dean couldn’t help but notice how it felt different this time. He leaned over and kissed her for the first time in days. He pushed her up against the sink as things quickly heated up.

Dean started unbuttoning his flannel, the shirt falling from her bare shoulders to the floor. He watched it pool around her feet and his eyes followed the long lines of her legs until he reached his favorite spot. Her beautiful bare…

“Nope,” he threw his hands up and covered his eyes.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned that something had happened since she had been away that changed his feelings for her.

“Y/N, I love you. I love all of you. Your mind, your heart and soul. And this beautiful body? Hell yes, but I need you to do one thing for me,” Dean looked her straight in the eye.

“Dean, I’d do anything for you. You know that,” she said solemnly, meeting his gaze.

“I need you not to shave for a while,” he muttered.

“What? Why? You love my bald…” Dean cut her off, placing his hand over her mouth.

“Because for four days, I had to wipe and bath it. It’s different now. I don’t know how to explain it further. I’m sure it will pass,” Dean sighed, running a hand down his face.

“It’s okay Dean. I can do that,” she laughed, pulling him back to her. She pressed her naked body up against him. “Until it passes, I can think of a hundred and seven things we can do.”

“I think we should make a baby,” he blurted out.

“Make that a hundred and eight things,” she crashed her lips to his, a new fire lit inside both of them.

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The End: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,677

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Tearing open your father’s front door, the first thing you noticed was how dusty and dirty the place was. It was as if no one has lived here in years and considering half the town was infected and stir-crazy, you pushed past the trash and rushed inside.

“Dad! Dad!” you exclaimed before turning the corner to his library room. Freezing in your spot, you zeroed in on your father’s wheelchair which was turned over with bullet holes in the back of the chair. Not only that, there was dried blood by the holes.

“No, Dad,” you whimpered as you stumbled to the chair. Getting on your knees, you let the first wave of tears come as you stared at the bullet holes. He wasn’t here, and based on this find, you knew he was dead.

“Where the hell is everyone?” Dean said as he rounded the corner. He saw the broken look on your face and when he noticed the bullet holes, he pieced together the puzzle. “Come on, Y/N.”

“No! He’s dead!” you cried as your boyfriend helped you up on shaky legs.

“The only thing we can do is try to figure out what the hell went on in here. I know just where to start looking,” he said before walking over to the bookcase next to the web-infested fireplace. Reaching into an empty shelf, he felt around for the hidden door and popped it open before taking out his dad’s journal. “This should tell us where to start first.” He flipped through pages before stopping on a photograph of Castiel, your father, and three unidentified men.

“Who are they?” you sniffled.

“It’s not as important as the sign behind them. Camp Chitaqua. That’s where they are and that’s where we’re going.”

“What the hell is this? It’s like a prison,” you muttered as you approached the sign from the photograph in John’s journal. There are several men inside the campgrounds with rifles, patrolling the area with stern faces.

“Quiet,” he hushed as he dashed behind some bushes. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted something very near and dear to Dean’s heart, and it broke your heart at the sight of how trashed she was. 2014!Dean would never let Baby get this destroyed, not for you or for Sam.

“Dean, look,” you whispered as you focused his attention on the beat-up car in the bushes.

“Oh, baby, no,” Dean gasped as he made his way to the broken car. The windows were gone, the outside was dented, and the inside was basically rusted to hell. Both you and Dean inspected the car from a much closer look, and Dean ran his hands over the leather seat regretfully.

“Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?” he asked painfully. A twig snapped from behind you, and you barely turned to see who it was before you were hit in the head with something sharp and hard. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body slumped, the darkness taking over your mind and body.

The rattling of chains is what woke you up when you tried to touch the back of your throbbing head. Your hands were handcuffed to a bed post, and the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Dean’s hard eyes as he stared into your own.

“What the hell, Dean? Knocking me out and handcuffing me is not the right way to get laid,” you groaned.

“Sounds like you… looks like you… but it’s not you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Coming back to me after all this time is a real dick move, Amara,” Dean growled.

“Dean, I have no idea,” you spotted another body across the room and realized it was Dean, “what you’re talking,” you looked back and forth between the two Deans with wide eyes, “about.”

“What the hell?” Dean groaned as he moved his hand which was handcuffed to a ladder that was bolted to the ground.

“I should be asking that question, don't you think?” 2014!Dean said as he tore his gaze from you to look at his body-double. “In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now?”

“Because you'd only be hurting yourself?” your boyfriend said in a questioning tone.

“Very funny.”

“Look, we’re not shapeshifters or demons,” you said as you shifted in your spot.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” 2014!Dean snapped at you. Quickly shutting your mouth, you looked at your boyfriend who just shrugged to your questioning gaze.

“I did the drill while you were out,” 2014!Dean said to your boyfriend. “Silver, salt, holy water—nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?”

“Zachariah.”

“Come again?”

“I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked us from our bed and threw us five years into the future.”

“You’re not Amara?” 2014!Dean asked you in a whisper.

“No, I’m not. I would never say yes to her.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said before she did exactly that,” he sighed painfully before turning to his double. “Where is Zachariah? I want to talk to him.”

“I don't know. Look, we just want to get back to my own fucking year, okay?”

“Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know,” 2014!Dean said with a glare as he knelt down next to his past self. Dean side glanced at you before smirking.

“Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.”

“Are you serious?” you laughed. “Is that the time when you were happy high? You had on satiny panties?”

“And you, how do I know you’re not Amara pretending to be the woman I loved? Back for some more torture? You didn’t have enough before?” he yelled at you.

“Dean, I’m not Amara. Would she know how many sleepless nights we’ve spent together when Sam was off to college and John was missing? Would she know that you saved me from humiliation and gave me my first kiss? Would she know my undying love for you?”

“Anyone could know that,” he glared.

“Look, is the Croatoan virus the angel’s endgame?” Dean asked to get his future self away from you. He didn’t like seeing and hearing himself talk to you like that.

“It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that,” 2014!Dean answered as he turned his back to you.

“What about Sam?”

“Heavyweight showdown in Detroit,” 2014!Dean said after a heavy pause. “From what I understand, Sam didn't make it.”

“You weren't with him?”

“No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talked in—hell, five years.”

“We never tried to find him?”

“We had other people to worry about,” 2014!Dean said as he grabbed a duffel bag and started heading to the door.

“Where you going?” you asked.

“I got to run an errand.”

“Whoa. You're just gonna leave us here?”

“Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. And they certainly don’t need to see your face, especially after what Amara pulled last time she was in here. So, yeah, you two stay locked down.”

“Okay. Alright. Fine. But you don't have to cuff us, man. Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself?”

“No. Absolutely not,” 2014!Dean scoffed as he left.

“Do I really say yes to her?” you asked in horror.

“Get us out of here, please. I guess he doesn’t realize you stiff have witchy powers,” Dean sighed. Without another glance to your handcuffs, blue magic swirled up your arms and to the cuffs before unlocking them which se you free. Getting out of bed, you walked to Dean before doing to the same to his cuffs. Tiptoeing to the door, you peered outside before casually walking around like you two belonged there.

“If what future me says is true, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to show your face around here.”

“What do you want me to do, get a new face?” you asked before you were interrupted by Chuck calling Dean’s name.

“Hey, Dean. You got a second?”

“No—yes. Uh, I—I guess. Hi, Chuck,” Dean chuckled nervously. Shaking your head, you made sure your hair covered some of your features as to not raise alarm in Chuck.

“Hi,” he smiled as he glanced at you. “So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and—and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?”

“I—I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz.”

“Wait a minute. aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?”

“Absolutely. And I will be.”

“Who is this?” Chuck asked before putting a hand on your shoulder. Your hair fell away from your eyes, and his own widened not I fear but something else.

“Y/N, Amara let you go?”

“Yes?”

“The others won’t believe it.”

“Then why do you sound like you do?” you wondered. Before Chuck had a chance to explain, he coughed awkwardly before shuffling away. A woman marched right over to Dean and shoved his chest before slapping his cheek hard enough to catch him off guard. Chuck grabbed your hand and pulled you to him so he could shield you away from the woman. If she saw you, then panic would ensue.

“Whoa! Jeez! Easy, lady!”

“Risa,” Chuck whispered to Dean.

“Risa?”

“You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you? I thought we had a 'connection'.”

“Well, I'm sure that we do,” Dean coughed. Your first instinct was to protect Dean, but Chuck as preventing you from slugging her.

“Hi, Risa,” Chuck chuckled.

“Screw you,” she scoffed before leaving.

“Hey, Chuck, is... Cas still here?”

“Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere,” he said as he pointed to a nearby cabin. Looking around, you quickly dashed over to it before entering. Letting Dean go first, you shuffled behind to see 2014!Castiel and a group of women sitting in a circle.

“So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical,” he smiled before spotting Dean. “Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?”

“What the fuck?” you whispered as the ladies left the cabin one by one until it was only the three of you inside.

“What are you, a hippie?” Dean scoffed.

“I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me.”

“Castiel, we have to talk,” you said as you made yourself known.

“Whoa, strange,” he said once he laid eyes on you before moving his gaze to your boyfriend.

“What?”

“You... are not you. Not now you, anyway.”

“Yeah, exactly. I’m not Amara.”

“I didn’t think you were,” he smiled. “What year are you from?”

“2009.”

“Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting,” 2014!Castiel breathed.

“Oh, yeah, it's fucking fascinating. Now, why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly us back to our page on the calendar?” Dean demanded.

“I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice.”

“Are you stoned?” you asked as you narrowed your eyes.

“Uh, generally, yeah.”

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Life. Looks like your guy’s back. Better hurry off,” 2014!Castiel said as he pointed to a car and jeep that were arriving back into base. Looking at Dean, you rushed out of there to go back to your cabin when you realized there were too many people in the way.

“Come on,” you whispered before dodging behind some bushes which gave you a pretty good view of the front of the jeep. 2014!Dean and some other soldiers climbed out before the fearless leader grabbed two beers and tossed one to a soldier. They both open the beers and started drinking before 2014!Dean took out his gun and pointed it at the same soldier.

“Lookout!” you and Dean yelled as you made yourselves known to everyone. 2014!Dean shot the soldier in cold blood as everyone stared at you with fear in their eyes.

“Damn it,” 2014!Dean muttered.

“She’s back!” someone yelled loudly.

“I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and them—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. I wouldn’t let Amara back in this place and you all know it. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do,” he announced before walking over to the two of you before gripping your arms. “Come with me.” He dragged you to the cabin where you were handcuffed before throwing you inside it and slamming the door shut.

“What the hell what that?!” 2014!Dean yelled. Everything about this man scared you, and you couldn’t ever see Dean acting this way towards anyone, and especially not towards you.

“What the hell was that? You just shot a guy in cold blood!” you yelled.

“We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out,” 2014!Dean explained, and by the confused looks on both your faces, he explained a bit further. “Croats. Croatoans. One of them infected Yeager.”

“How do you know?” Dean asked.

“'Cause after a few years of this, I know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news.”

“'Troubling a good man'? You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?”

“It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace. Trading words with my fucking clone and seeing your face back here—that might have freaked them out a little.

“Alright, look—”

“No, you look,” 2014!Dean said with a glare as he cut you off. “This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in. I should have known you would come back with witch powers otherwise I would have done a better job of tying you down. I don’t need you running around here scaring people, and I certainly don’t need you in here with me. You left me, so you’re lucky I’m even letting you live because I would have put a bullet in your skull the minute I laid eyes on you.”

“Alright, man,” Dean said to calm everyone down. Tears welled up in your eyes at the man Dean became. It wasn’t him, and he terrified you. “I'm sorry. Look, W—we’re not trying to mess you—me—us up here.”

“I know,” 2014!Dean said with a sigh as he grabbed three glasses and the alcohol bottle. However, when he passed you a glass, you refused to take it.

“What was the mission, anyway?” Dean asked as the two doubles drank from their glasses. He could see the hurt in your eyes, but he didn’t want to make matters worse with his future self by starting a fight with him. 2014!Dean reached in his jacket and pulled out a gun—the Colt.

“The Colt? Where was it?”

“Everywhere. They've been moving it around. Took me five years, but...I finally got it. And tonight—tonight, I'm gonna kill the devil.”

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