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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Ch. 8

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, fluff, some smut.

Word Count: 6,667

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: As I said in a previous post, this chapter just kicked my ass. I hope after battling with it for so long, you find it worth it. 😊

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Y/N and Dean followed Cas into the tent, curiosity hurrying their step. When they entered, Y/N went to sit beside Emma on her cot and smoothed back her daughter’s messy hair. “You were supposed to be sleeping.” She said, her tone scolding.

Emma just shrugged and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dean added some wood to the stove to warm up the tent a bit more before coming back to where Cas stood impatiently. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and lifted a hand towards Cas. 

“Okay, Cas, what do you know?”

Cas opened his mouth to speak but then looked down at Emma. “Perhaps…perhaps the child should be removed.”

Y/N felt Emma tense next to her, but before she could say anything, Dean leaned down to scoop Emma into his arms, settling her against his left side. 

“No, she’s fine.” He kissed the top of Emma’s head. “Right kiddo?” Emma nodded and beamed up at Dean before she tucked her head under his chin and snuggled into his chest.

Y/N felt like her heart might burst with happiness and warmth as she saw the evidence of the deep connection that had been forged between Dean and Emma. She was so distracted by the sweet moment that it took her a second to realize Cas was speaking to her. 

She looked over at him and shook her head. “Sorry, Cas, what did you say?”

The angel sighed heavily, and repeated himself. “I asked you how old you are.”

Thrown a bit by the question, Y/N frowned. Cas thought he understood her reluctance and tried to address it. “I realize that it's a generally accepted practice to never ask a woman her age but this is important.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “No, it’s fine, Cas. I’m twenty-eight.”

The angel’s eyes lit up. “What month and year were you born?”

“Um, March 1986. Why?”

Cas clapped his hands together once. “I knew it!”

Dean seemed as confused as she was. “Cas, man, what are you talking-”

“When did Azazel die?”

Dean pulled up short as Cas interrupted him and then he was clearly wracking his memory. “Uh…I think 2006 or - no,” he corrected himself, “no, it was 2007. May 2007.” 

Cas looked back to Y/N. “And how old were you in May 2007?” 

She tried to do the math quickly, but Dean answered for her. 

“Twenty-one.” His voice was almost a whisper and it sounded full of awe. “You were twenty-one.”

Y/N stood up from the cot, tired of craning her neck to look up at the two tall men. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and shrugged. “Yeah, that seems right. Why?”

Dean and Cas exchanged a look and then the angel’s handsome face split into another rare smile and Dean followed very quickly - a bright beautiful smile spreading across his face. It didn’t matter that Y/N had no idea what they were so excited about - Dean’s pure, unfiltered smile was like sunshine and it warmed her just as much. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Dean looked down at her, his expression full of wonder before nodding and looking back at Cas. “Yes. She was twenty-one when Yellow-Eyes died. That’s why the psychic connection was never triggered between them. By the time she turned twenty-two, he was already dead.”

Cas was nodding. “So, she has the blood in her system, hence the immunity, but -”

“None of those pesky psychic side effects.” Dean finished.

Y/N put up her hands. “Okay, you both have to stop speaking in riddles and explain what the hell you’re talking about.”

Dean shifted Emma to his other arm, so he could face Y/N easier. “The demon gave you his blood; we know that for sure because you're immune to the bite you got, and there’s no other way that could be true. But every other person I've seen with the blood in their system started getting various kinds of psychic powers as soon as they turned twenty-two. But,” he pointed at Y/N, “you don't have them.”

He smiled at Cas. “And now we know why.” 

He looked back at Y/N and his face was the happiest she'd ever seen it as he continued explaining. “Because by the time you turned twenty-two, the demon was already dead. So the psychic connection couldn't be made between the two of you.”

He was beaming at her, and Y/N smiled back, but she was slightly confused by his joy. She shrugged. “Well, that's…good.”

Dean shook his head. “It's so much more than good, sweetheart.” His voice dropped to a whisper of awe. “It's a cure.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. “What?”

Cas moved closer. “Don't you see? The antibodies in your blood, they can be used to create a vaccine. And now that we know there's no inherent, potentially evil, psychic powers associated with the blood itself, there's nothing stopping us from trying to make one.”

Y/N felt an incredible sense of surreality fall over her, like she was suddenly in a very vivid dream. 

A cure. 

A cure for the world. 

Inside of her. 

It suddenly felt very hard for her to breathe, like she might just float away. 

But then Dean's big hand was on her cheek, pulling her back to reality, grounding her with his warmth and the light in his emerald eyes.

“This is incredible, sweetheart. But it’ll be a process, probably a very long one. So, don't let it overwhelm you right now. Small steps, remember? Small things will add up to big wins, right?” 

Y/N was so grateful for his steady calm and strength. She nodded as tears filled her eyes and she closed them, leaning into his palm. 

“What's wrong, Mommy. Why are you crying?” Emma's little voice sounded slightly worried and Y/N popped open her eyes to see Dean kiss her forehead.

“Nothing's wrong kiddo. Mommy's just happy.”

Y/N nodded in reassurance, smiling brightly to put her daughter's mind at ease. “Yeah, baby. These are just happy tears.”

Emma seemed satisfied and smiled back.

Cas spoke again, his deep voice rumbling through the tent. “You know Y/N, it’s also unlikely that the responsibility will fall solely on you.”

Y/N and Dean looked at Cas questioningly as the angel explained. 

“Well, Azazel never turned just one child at a time. He spoke of generations, didn’t he? So, there would be Sam’s generation, born in eighty-three, and now we know Y/N’s generation born in eighty-six. There may have been others. We don’t know when he stopped creating his psychic kids. So any kid he visited after nineteen eighty-six would have the blood with no psychic connection.”

He shrugged. “So, we could be talking about dozens of immune people, potentially more, depending on when he stopped. There may be many people out there that are just like you, Y/N.”

Dean pulled Y/N into his side and shook his head. “No, there’s no one like Y/N.”

Cas seemed confused for a moment as though they simply hadn’t understood what he said. But Dean just shook his head again. “It’s okay, buddy. You’re right. We’ll have to try and figure out his system, how he did things, how and why he chose the kids he did. That’s gonna be a lot to try and search out. We should start figuring out how to go about researching with our very limited resources.”

Cas looked like he thought of something, opening his mouth to speak. But then he stopped himself and just nodded. “Yes, research.”

The three of them talked for a long time, going over thoughts and theories without coming to any firm conclusions. 

Finally Emma let out a loud yawn, and Y/N wrapped her arm around Dean’s waist. “But Dean’s right. We’re not going to figure everything out right now. Small steps. We’re all snowed in here for a couple of months now, right? So, we can take that time to try and come up with a game plan for spring.”

The men both nodded and Cas moved towards the exit, but Dean called him back. “Wait, Cas.” 

When the angel turned back to him, Dean took two long strides towards him and then pulled him into a one armed hug, trying not to bounce Emma too much as he was pounding him on the back.

“Thanks, man.” He said, his voice slightly rough. “For everything. And for…not giving up.”

The angel was obviously awkward with the show of affection, and just patted Dean on the shoulder. He was looking down at the ground as he answered him. “Actually, I gave up many times. I just couldn’t manage to stay given up.” He said with a shrug.

Dean chuckled. “Well, then thanks for not staying there.”

The angel nodded and left the tent.

Silence reigned for a moment before Y/N took a deep breath and then turned to her daughter. “Okay, baby, I think it’s time for you to actually go to sleep now.” She admonished her with a smile. 

Emma pouted slightly, but then giggled as Dean tossed her gently into the air, and then swung her downward to let her feet touch the floor. He held the back of her head in his big hand as he kissed the top.

“Goodnight, kiddo.” He looked at Y/N. “You’re low on firewood, I’m gonna grab you some more.”

As Dean went out into the dark, Y/N tucked Emma back under her thick blankets. She leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and Emma's expression turned curious.

“Mommy, are you going to marry Dean?”

Y/N felt her jaw drop. “What?”

“Are you going to marry him now?”

Y/N shook her head. “Where is this coming from? Why are you asking?”

Emma shrugged her thin shoulders. “In the fairytales, after they kiss, they get married.”

Y/N just chuckled. “I don’t know baby, it’s way too early to think about that.”

Emma’s brow furrowed in confusion. “It’s nighttime.”

Y/N laughed happily. “Yes, it is.”

Emma’s expression cleared and she smiled shyly. “I like him.” She nodded as though confirming her own words. “Lots.”

Y/N booped her nose. “I like him lots too, baby.”

In fact, I’m madly in love with him. She admitted to herself and the feeling warmed her. 

She’d known it for quite a while, and in fact she wondered whether she’d actually fallen in love with him when she was sixteen years old and he came to save her from the dark. It was entirely possible. But either way, she was completely in love with him now.

But she didn’t say any more to Emma, telling her goodnight one more time and then moving slowly around the tent, putting things away and straightening up the small space. 

As she tidied, she worked to process everything, all the incredible information that had been relayed to her so quickly tonight. But the long term effects of Cas’ revelation made too many emotions and thoughts swirl around in her mind. It was a bit too much to contemplate at the moment, so she pushed it aside. 

Instead she let her mind drift back to the memory of Dean’s kisses, before Cas had shown up. The way his lips had felt as they moved against her skin was lodged firmly in her memory and it made her sigh.

Her mind slid back to the way he’d touched her, the way his deft fingers had played her like an instrument. The memory of him pushing into her body, of how he’d so easily plucked pleasure from deep inside of her, had her biting her lip as wetness flooded her again.

Her excited reverie of Dean was interrupted as the man himself came back inside with an armful of firewood. He walked towards her, stopping short when he saw her heated expression as she looked up at him. A slow, knowing smile crossed his face.

“Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart.” He said. “Or, let me guess.” He moved to the box beside the stove and unloaded the wood before turning back to her and pulling her into his embrace.

His voice dropped low and quiet as he spoke into her ear. “Thinking about our time outside the tent?”

Y/N nodded, and then dropped her hand between their bodies to cup the slight bulge behind his zipper. “Yeah, I’m very sorry we got interrupted.” She whispered back. “I guess I owe you one.”

Dean growled quietly and she chuckled. He kissed her lightly, his lingering lips telling her that he wanted so much more. But he pulled back. 

“Looking forward to it.” He said with a smirk. Then he sighed. “But for now, I should head back to my tent and let you get to sleep.” His voice and his expression were full of regret.

Y/N nodded and then shrugged. “Or…” 

She thought of Emma asking about kissing and marriage and realized that they clearly weren’t actually hiding much from her. So she decided to just go for it.

“Or, you could stay the night here.” 

She was quick to elaborate her offer when Dean’s eyes got wide. “I mean, we’d just be sleeping. But it would be nice to…” She dropped her gaze to the ground. “It would be nice to wake up with you.”

Dean nodded and lifted her chin with his forefinger so he could smile at her. “Yeah, it would.” He kissed her again softly and then glanced at the narrow cot. “Gonna be a tight fit.”

Y/N laughed and then pressed tight against him. “Well, guess we’ll just have to snuggle a bit then.”

Dean moaned softly. “Not sure if that’s an offer of heaven or hell.” 

Y/N smiled wickedly. “Probably a bit of both.”

***

As winter settled heavily onto the camp and the snow grew higher everywhere, rotating groups of ten to twelve people per week were tasked with making sure the snow was shoveled from pathways and piled up safely and effectively against the tents to act as another layer of insulation from the wind. 

The food boxes Brandy had suggested were a big hit; everyone already had to deal with freezing trips to the outhouses, so limiting more outside time was greatly appreciated. 

For the most part people hunkered down in their tents, but there was one thing that brought folks out - The Mid-Winter Feast, as Y/N had dubbed it. She’d decided that before they had to fight through January, and most of February, always the harshest part of winter, they should have a little celebration of their community. 

So, she’d asked Monique, Brandy and a few other interested campers to meet her at the main cabin, with the electrical heat turned on for an hour or so a day, so they could plan. In the beginning, they’d just been planning a small dinner - just people bringing some rations together to enjoy as a group. But as more people became involved, the celebration expanded. 

The camp hunters offered to go out into the very cold surrounding forest and hunt down some kind of fresh meat. After a few days of hunting they returned with a half dozen rabbits, two geese and a young buck. So, there would be lots of rabbit stew, a couple roast geese and salted venison for the feast, with a bunch of leftovers too. 

The elderly quilt-maker, Hannah, spent an afternoon giving a lesson to the kids (and a few adults as well) teaching them how to make small bannocks over the fire, which were then donated to the feast. All the campers also each donated two days worth of their vegetable rations so that everyone could have a feast of mashed potatoes, green beans and corn.

The camp builders chopped down a tree and brought it into the big cabin. It would eventually be firewood, but for now it was the star of the show. Y/N had the schoolkids take labels off of empty tin cans and fold them into stars as decorations for the tree, while the builders took the empty tin cans themselves, and cut them into wintery shapes like snowmen, sleds, and mittens. The metal was a bit dull, but it still added some shine to the tree when they were hung there.

When Y/N read to the kids in the cabin at the end of the week, parents and non-parents alike came in to listen to the stories while they stood at the tables and folded evergreen branches into boughs and wreaths. 

Everyone pitched in, and soon the cabin looked incredible, draped in green and other bright colors.

The actual day of the feast was busy and happy. The rabbit stew was made in a big pot over a huge outdoor fire where the geese were also roasted, and soon the whole camp smelled like sizzling, delicious food. 

Everyone carted chairs from their tents to the big cabin, trying to jam them all in. The grownups all managed to sit at the big tables lined up around the room, even though everyone was pressed in tight beside each other. But the kids table ended up being the floor at the base of the tree. But the kids sure didn’t seem to mind; they kept forgetting to eat while they chattered with each other loudly and looked up at the decorated tree with wide and wondering eyes.

Brandy and Y/N made sure that baskets of food were made up and taken out to the soldiers who were at their outposts making sure the camp stayed safe while everyone celebrated. 

It was a truly incredible day, and when dinner was finished, and the food packed away safely, they all stayed in the cabin a few more hours, playing simple games like simon says or charades, or talking and laughing together, and just generally enjoying the company of other people before the cold mostly bound everyone to their tent for the next couple of months.

As the evening ended and people began heading for their tents, happily full and tired, Dean came back into the cabin, having gone out a bit earlier to check on his soldiers. He walked up to where Y/N sat with a sleeping Emma on her lap. 

He smiled at them as he approached and in that moment Y/N felt a peace flood through her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Obviously the world was still dangerous, and they still had so far to go before they were safe, but in that moment she felt completely happy.  

When Dean got to them, he reached down to lift Emma out of Y/N’s lap and hold her in one arm, so he could reach his other hand out to Y/N. She clasped it tightly and they walked slowly back to their now shared tent.

As they walked along they could hear people calling out goodbyes to each other, as well as a continued murmur of conversations through the paths of tents. There was a sense of peace and happiness hanging over the whole camp. 

Dean stopped in the middle of the path back to their red tent and turned to look down at Y/N. His face seemed awestruck and he shook his head. 

“Last winter we all had to huddle in the cabin just to stay alive, and this year we were all crowded in there again, but this time we were actually living. People used to walk around the camp nervous every time I passed by. But now they smile.” He bent his head to press a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You’ve changed everything, sweetheart.”

Y/N blushed. “That isn’t because of me. The winter just hasn’t gotten too brutal yet this year, and everyone helped out with the feast. And if people are less nervous around you, that’s obviously because of you, not me.”

But Dean just shook his head. “No…it’s you.”

***

Six weeks later

“What are we doing here?” Y/N asked with a laugh as Dean finally let her open her eyes and she saw he'd led her to the garage.

Dean was smiling at her. “I wanted to show you something.”

He took her hand and led her around the side of the garage. As they came upon the black Impala that sat beside the building towards the back, Y/N gasped. Snow had been cleared away all around it, and the weeds and grasses that had overrun it had been pulled up. There was still some rust on the doors and the tires were still flat, but the cracked windshield had been replaced and it looked much spiffier than it had before. 

The big, black beauty looked like she knew she was getting love again.

She looked at Dean as he brought her closer. “You've been working on her.”

Dean looked a bit sheepish. “Yeah, just when I had a bit of spare time, so there's still lots to do. She still doesn’t have an engine, but I put in a new battery that lets me do this.“

He brought her to the driver's side door and opened it with a heavy creak. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, the moonlight glinting off the silver keychain. Then he leaned inside and pushed them into the ignition, turning them so that heat and radio turned on. Of course the radio had nothing but static, so Dean quickly turned it off.

Dean closed the front door to open the back and lifted a hand, inviting her to precede him into the back seat. She climbed into the soft leather seat, Dean following behind her. She could see the inside had been lovingly cleaned and restored. 

“This is amazing!” Y/N said enthusiastically, her hand running over the buttery leather of the seat.

Dean nodded, looking around. “Yeah, gotta a lot of work left, obviously. But…” 

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he took off his jacket. “It's good to be back with her.”

He caught Y/N's eye and his expression became teasing.

“Now let me show you the new feature I installed.” He reached past her shoulder where a thin blanket hung; it was more like a small sheet. He pulled it across the two passenger side windows and then did the same on the driver side. He leaned over the front seat and tucked the ends of the sheet into the visors in the front, effectively closing off the interior of the car, with only a thin strip of the windshield left uncovered.

Y/N laughed as he sat back down beside her. He raised a finger. “And my very favorite feature is this one.” He reached forward again and pushed down the door locks on the front doors before doing the same in the back.

He moaned softly as he leaned back into the seat. “Privacy, blessed privacy at last.”

Y/N was smiling wide as he looked over at her. The heat in his gaze made her blush and duck her head; his need was so raw and blatant it made her stomach clench and wetness pool at her core. 

The last six weeks had indeed been both heaven and hell. It had been too cold to go outside very often, so they were mostly left inside the tent, where their touching and kissing was very limited. Stolen moments here and there were simply, not nearly enough.

So to finally be somewhere they could be together, privately with a lock on the door…

Y/N bit her lip. “You said you asked Monique to watch Emma?” Dean nodded. “For how long?”

“Hours. At least. There was talk of a sleepover.” He answered roughly.

Y/N felt her heart beat double time as she watched Dean. The set of his jaw was harsh as he leaned over to pull her easily into his lap so she straddled him. Y/N braced herself against his wide shoulders as he reached up to suck on her pulse point.

He pushed her jacket off of her shoulders and then shoved up her t-shirt so he could cup her breasts through her bra. His voice was a rattling groan.

“Ah, fuck sweetheart, you’re so goddamn perfect.” He murmured as he laid nibbling kisses along the tops of her breasts. Y/N was quickly overwhelmed with her need for him, but she tried to find her breath and form thoughts, so she could tell him something. 

But then he thoroughly distracted her as he pushed the cups of her bra up, freeing her breasts so he could push them together and bury his face in the cleavage. He licked and sucked at her skin, teeth scraping and biting as his big hands squeezed one breast and then the other. Y/N lost her thoughts completely as he reached between her legs and pushed at the soft material of her sweats and leggings, pressing them against her soaked core. 

He pushed his hand under her waistband, not stopping until he buried his fingers deep inside her. His invasion was so sudden and forceful Y/N cried out loudly as her walls clenched tightly around his thick fingers.

He grunted against her lips before biting her bottom one and tugging on it. Y/N let out a gasp and ground down against his hand. Dean swore and pumped his fingers into her faster and rougher, adding a third and stretching her. The mostly pleasurable sting of the stretch reminded her of what she wanted to tell him and she laid a hand on his wrist where it disappeared into her pants.

“I have…have to tell you something.” 

Dean stilled the movements of his hand, but kept licking and nibbling on her breasts. “What?” He asked in a rough voice.

“I um…I think I might…” He sucked hard on her nipple and she ground down against his hand again. He resumed his movements, pumping in and out of her fast and hard. He found her sweet spot and pressed against it, making her fall forward onto him, burying her face in the side of his neck and rambling out the end of her sentence.

“I think I might suck at this.”

Dean stopped moving all together and his breath left him in a whoosh as he pulled back from Y/N and pushed against her shoulder so he could look her in the eye. His brow was furrowed in complete confusion.

“What?” He asked, his breathing rough.

Y/N was embarrassed. “Nevermind, it’s stupid.” She reached for his mouth, but Dean turned away and shook his head. 

“No, explain what you mean.” He said as he pulled his fingers out of her body. Y/N groaned.

“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She pulled his hand back so he was cupping her wet heat through her clothes. “Please don’t stop. I just…wanted to, I don’t know, warn you I guess.” 

She shrugged. “So you could limit your expectations.”

Dean was staring at her and his expression was incredulous. “Why on earth would you think that? What would make you believe that?”

Y/N shrugged again, embarrassed and wishing more than anything that she had just kept quiet. “It’s just…well, it’s been a long time.” Her face was bright red. “I mean, I haven’t exactly been dating. The last guy I was with was Emma’s father and….”

She swallowed thickly. “...and he was also my first, so…I have, I mean I don’t have a lot of experience. And I got the feeling that…well that he didn’t really like what I was doing.”

She couldn’t look at Dean as she spoke, staring at his neck instead. But Dean called her name softly and she slowly looked back up at him. In contrast to his gentle voice, his expression was fierce, and his eyes were blazing. 

“Listen to me carefully. There is no possible way for you to be bad at this.” Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but Dean pressed a finger to her lips. “No. There’s no argument to be had here. The facts are simple, you are stunningly beautiful, sexy as hell, and you make my whole fucking body hard.”

She rolled her hips against him with a slight smile and he groaned. 

“God damn woman, I’ve wanted you since that first day I took you to the river and you came out screeching and covered in leeches.” He grinned.

Y/N batted his arm. “You weren’t supposed to be looking.”

His grin turned wolfish as he pulled her t-shirt off completely and unhooked her bra to toss it into the front seat. “Well, I was. And what I was looking at hasn’t left my mind since.”

He trailed the calloused pads of his fingers down the soft sides of her breasts. “You’re so perfect, Y/N and I want you so much. The way you respond to my touch,” he tweaked her nipple and she gasped, “it’s what I dream about. And I can’t get the taste of you off my tongue.”

He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth down to him, and sucking her tongue into his mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, inhaling deeply. “And fuck, when you’re not near me, I can still smell your scent on my clothes. And I get so hard thinking about you that it actually hurts.”

He pressed her hand against his straining cock and Y/N whimpered slightly. She caught his gaze as she reached for his zipper and he nodded, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as she reached into his pants to caress him. Holding his breath, Dean lifted his hips so he could push down his jeans and underwear, giving her complete access to him. 

She held him in her fist tentatively. “Can I…um…”

Dean responded to her truncated sentence quickly. “Yes. Whatever you were going to ask, the answer is yes.” She squeezed him slightly and he groaned harshly. “Yes, please.” He added in a harsh whisper.

Feeling bold and confident now, she slipped down to the floor, her knees scraping against the rough floor mat beneath her. She began placing kisses up and down his rock hard shaft. Then she licked the slit at the tip of his cock before taking the whole head of his dick into her mouth and sucking hard. Dean slammed his head back against the seat and pushed his fingers into her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down. 

She pushed as far as she could, until he was at the back of her throat. Then she pulled off him with a gasp, but went right back, getting him further down her throat the second time, and working the base of his cock with a tight fist. Drool and cum dripped down his shaft, lubricating him, and she used it as she pumped him.

Finally Dean tugged on her hair gently and shook his head. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop, sweetheart. I'm gonna come, and I've waited way too long for the chance to be inside you, to move in you and feel your tight, sweet pussy clench around me, feel it pull me into your heat.”

Y/N moaned at his incredibly hot words, and came off of his cock with a pop. Dean helped her up from the floorboards and when she was mostly upright, he yanked down her pants and underwear. They got caught up in her boots and she stumbled back onto Dean’s lap, laughing, her feet tied together. But she was too impatient to try and get her boots unlaced and off, so she just left them. But she tugged his t-shirt up and off of him, kissing a path across his chest.

She held the base of his cock steady as she rose to her knees and lined him up at her entrance. Both of them groaned in unison as she sank down on him slowly. He was so big it made Y/N bite her lip as he stretched her with the same slight sting she’d felt on his fingers. But it was so worth it; the way he filled her so completely made her breathing extremely harsh as she began to rock against him.

Dean pulled her back down to his mouth so he could kiss all the air out of her lungs as she rode him. He slipped one hand down between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit, making her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders as she held on tightly. 

The coil in her lower abdomen was getting tighter and tighter as he pressed so perfectly against her. Finally he pulled her nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard and Y/N tumbled wildly over the edge. She slammed her hips up and down on him as she rode out the climax.

Dean pulled away from her breast and grabbed onto her hips, taking over their rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her down against him as she faltered and fell onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, jackhammering into her tight sheath, and once again swirled his middle finger around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Come on, sweetheart. I wanna feel you clutch me tight one more time, just one more.”

Y/N’s head spun with pleasure and she sat up and then leaned back, resting her hands behind her on his thighs. The new angle had him hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. It didn’t take long to send her spinning into another climax; this time when she fell, Dean fell with her, bending forward to nip and lick at the valley between her breasts as he bucked up into her, spending every drop of himself.

Finally he rested his forehead against her sternum and just breathed hot and panting against her damp skin. There was no need for the curtains now, every window was covered in condensation and impossible to see through.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal and Dean wrapped them both up in his jacket. The heat in the car was on, but it was still just late February, and the air was cold on their overheated skin.

They shifted slightly so that Dean was leaning back in the seat and Y/N rested against his chest. She loved the feel of him inside her, even soft, and she wasn’t ready to give it up yet. Dean pushed her hair back from her temple and kissed her there. His breathing was still a bit rough as he spoke.

“Would you care to tell me again how you think you’re bad at this?” Y/N chuckled and Dean shook his head. “Guy was a fucking idiot, obviously.”

Y/N just nodded. After a moment, Dean kissed her forehead. “What happened there, with him? Emma’s father, I mean. Where is he now?”

Y/N sat up slightly and shook her head. “I have no idea. He was gone long before the world ended. Pretty much as soon as the stick turned pink.”

Dean kissed her softly. “Asshole.” He said simply and Y/N nodded again, smiling and laying back against Dean’s chest. 

They dozed there gently for a while until there was suddenly a light tapping on the front passenger's side window. They both jolted awake and Dean groaned.

“What?” He called out angrily. 

It was Johnston who answered. “I’m so sorry to bug you, sir, but I was told Y/N was here. It’s Emma, she’s hurt.”

***

By the time they got dressed, turned off the car and ran to the medical tent, it was already quite full of people. Monique, Keisha and Julianne were there and both little girls were crying. Brandy and Theresa were there too. Patrick, who'd been an EMT before the end came, and who therefore acted as the camp medic when needed, was standing close to where Emma sat on a folding table that was covered in a sheet. 

Her daughter’s big blue eyes were swimming in tears and as she saw Y/N enter she began crying in earnest, reaching her left arm out towards her, while she held the right one close to her body. Y/N could see that her right arm was bent at an odd angle. 

Broken. 

Her stomach twisted and she felt a bit sick as she looked at it. But she walked up to Emma and pulled her tight against her. “Oh, baby, what happened?”

Monique stepped forward, her face awash in guilt. “I’m so sorry Y/N. The girls were all playing together just outside the tent, while Brandy and I were talking. We’d left a flap open and we could see them. But it just happened so quick we couldn’t stop it.”

Brandy took over the story. “They were all taking turns sitting on Theresa’s back and she was riding them around like a pony, and Emma just took a tumble off her back and…and then just started crying. We got her over here as fast as possible.”

Monique covered her mouth with her fingers. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She repeated. But Y/N just shook her head.

“Oh, Monique, no, it isn't your fault. Or anyones.” She said looking at Theresa whose face was ashen and also wore a look of guilt. Y/N kissed Emma’s forehead. “Accidents just happen.”

But Emma’s little shoulders still shook with quiet sobs and Y/N felt awful for her baby girl. Patrick started to lift her arm slightly and Emma let out a painful cry. Dean stepped up behind Patrick, and his voice was hard with authority.

“Be careful what you’re doing.” He scolded.

Patrick just nodded. “Yes sir. I just need to try and figure out how the bone is broken, so I can splint it properly.”

As the medic/soldier poked and prodded as gently as he could, Emma continued to cry and buried her face in Y/N’s chest. Accepting that his soldier was being as careful as he could, Dean stopped hovering over him and moved around to stand behind Emma instead, rubbing soothing circles over her skinny back. 

Finally Patrick nodded. ���I think it’s a greenstick fracture. I’m gonna get a splint to hold it in place.” 

He walked away to a sideboard that had medical paraphernalia sitting on it. As he did, however, Cas walked into the tent. Y/N looked up at the angel, and was taken aback by the way he was staring at Emma. His expression was cautious and a little frightened as he approached her.

“It’s a broken arm.” Y/N explained and he just nodded. 

“Emma,” he said quietly, “hold still okay. I think,” he glanced at Y/N and then Dean, “I think I can fix you.”

“Cas?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

The angel lifted his hand over Emma’s arm and for a moment it just looked like he was going to grab hold of it. But suddenly, a white light began to grow beneath his palm and his already blue eyes glowed bright, like blue flame.

Y/N held her breath, as seconds later, the light left his eyes and he pulled his hand away. Emma’s eyes became wide and then she clapped happily. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Mommy!” 

Y/N tried to smile at her daughter, but her eyes fell on Cas, and Dean asked the question uppermost in her mind.

“What the hell, Cas? Since when can you heal anymore?” He shook his head. “What…what does this mean?”

Cas’ face was serious, and the fear Y/N had seen before was still there as he answered.

“I’m afraid that…I think it means the other angels have returned.”

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what exactly compels people to insult fics in PUBLIC bookmarks??

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if you don't like it - just click out. it's not like they tricked you into giving them your firstborn, chill out and be respectful.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bloodlines: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You must have stepped foot into the 1950s because Chicago is run by five monster families like the fucking mafia. Who knew?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Ennis heads back to the restaurant where his girlfriend died and sneaks inside. It's closed at this time of day, but that doesn't stop him from getting the answers he thinks he deserves. There is a secret club in the back where he saw some people go in last night, and he sneaks into that room only to see a much larger room that looks exactly like the restaurant.

You arrive just in time to hear Ennis shout in fear. Ennis is pointing a gun at a man who doesn't seem fazed by the weapon.

"Chicago PD! Stay right where you are!"

"I don't think so."

He bares his fangs when you three enter with the intention of killing everyone here.

"What the...?"

As the vampire is about to attack Ennis, Noah takes his dart gun and shoots him twice with Dead Man's Blood darts. Dean runs up to the vampire and slices his head off with his machete, startling Ennis.

"He looks better with a little off the top, don't you think? If you want to run, now's the time," Dean warns.

"I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what the hell's going on."

"You should go."

"No."

"Alright, Sam or Y/N. Give him the talk."

My name is Y/N Winchester and this is my husband Dean and his brother Sam. We're hunters that kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and everything else evil in this world."

"So you're, what, monster cops?"

"I just said we're hunters."

"What killed my girlfriend?"

"We're trying to figure that out. From what you told us, this thing sounds new or Freddy Krueger," Dean comments.

He starts looking in the cabinets behind the bar for some kind of clues.

"What about the guy I saw in the mirror? With the messed-up face?"

"He's probably a wraith. These things can look like humans until you catch them in a mirror or through a camera."

"So, you're gonna find this... whatever... and chop his head off?"

"Yeah. If that doesn't work, try a silver bullet."

"Hey, guys? This cabinet is full of blood and meat. A lot of meat. This one is labeled 'Susan'," Dean says and holds up a bag of human meat.

"That's disgusting. Well, if Sal Lassiter was here, then he's not human."

"So, what, we got monsters killing monsters now?"

"Maybe. We have to see his body."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, you're going to stay here."

"Or what? Are you going to hurt me? Kill the girl I love? Ruin my damn life?! Yeah, you're too late buddy."

"Ennis, listen. I get it. Believe me, I've been there," Sam relates, "but what we do is messed up. So, do yourself a favor and stay out. You can get hurt, too."

Ennis isn't too happy at being told no, especially if it involves his girlfriend. You have a feeling he won't be able to let this one go, but you have a job to do here. You need to get it over with so you can go back to hunting Abaddon down.

The kids are happily working on their Lego sets when you get back to the hotel, but you, Sam, and Dean are doing research on this town and the people in it. The more you dig, the more shocking the articles get.

"Check this out. I'm finding a bunch of reports of different kinds of monsters all throughout the city. Only they're witness reports. One says he saw a man bite into the neck of someone and drank their blood. In another, a woman killed a jogger and ate his heart out. There are a bunch of reports of strange occurrences all over town. From what I gather, there are five different kinds of monsters running amok here--vampires, werewolves, djinn, shapeshifters, and wraiths."

"Monster city?"

With a little more research, you get to the heart of these attacks.

"I traced the monsters back to five different families that run Chicago like some kind of mafia ring. They deal with stuff like shakedowns and organ trafficking between monster clans. Werewolves run the Gold Coast, the Djinn owns the South Side, the Shapeshifters are kind of spread out that try to keep the peace between each species, I'm not sure where the Vampires reside, and not much is known about the Wraiths."

"What is this, the 1950s?" Dean scoffs.

"Guys, this entire town is run by monsters. Humans have no idea they're here."

"Get this," Sam begins, "I found out where Sal's body is, and a man named Julian Duval paid three grand just to look at his corpse."

"We have to find Julian. No one drops three grand just to see a dead body. Do you have an address?"

"Yes. It's across town."

"Let's go. Noah, stay here with the girls."

"Okay."

He doesn't mind since he's too busy playing with his Lego set. You leave your phone behind just in case he needs you and spell the room once you leave. If it's true that monsters are running around this entire town, there is no way you're leaving your kids without some kind of protection.

It's well past sundown by the time you get to Julian's house. You're not sure what to say knowing this house is filled with monsters that might recognize the infamous Winchester hunting team.

"Not only did this guy drop three grand, but he also lives in a fucking castle. Who the hell is this guy?" Dean scoffs.

"If we're lucky, someone who knows what happened to that monster boy."

"This place could be crawling with monsters who might recognize us. We need to have a plan before we go in. Any ideas?"

As you're thinking of a plan, a gunshot goes off somewhere on the Duval property followed by a woman screaming. Without thinking, you break open the front gate and rush over to the source of the noise. Ennis and some man you don't know are by the trees, and it looks like the man you don't know is hurt by the way he's holding his chest.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It took her," the man pants.

"Who are you?"

"His name is David Lassiter. He's a shapeshifter," Ennis explains.

The house alarm goes off and guards rush out of the Duval mansion.

"Okay, we have to go now! Come on!

There will be time to question David later but right now, you need to get out of here before Duval security shows up and kills you all. Luckily the kids are not in the car otherwise not everyone can fit inside. You're in between Ennis and David to make sure nothing nefarious is happening while Sam and Dean take the front.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" you ask David.

"Look, Chicago isn't what it seems. Five different families run this city--monster families."

"We know. I read something about that after hours of digging through buried articles. I didn't think it was true."

Dean pulls over on the side of the road where it's safe to get out, and David immediately calls his sister who was the woman you heard screaming, and who had been taken.

"Okay, not that I didn't believe you, Y/N, but you're telling me there are five different monster families that run Chicago? What is this, The Godfather with fangs?"

"If it is, I'm gonna need all the help I can get," Ennis says.

"He doesn't quit. I'll give him that."

"Violet's not picking up. Shit," David curses.

"Is Violet a shifter, too?"

"Werewolf. If she has her cell, we could trace the signal."

Sam takes out his laptop and opens the website he uses to track cell phones.

"What's her number?"

"Take me with you, and it's all yours."

"No! Hell no! He's a fucking transformer!" Ennis exclaims.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta work with the bad guys to get to the worse guys. Suck it up."

"Dude, I'm right here," David sighs.

"Yeah, I see you."

Knowing he's allowed to come along, David gives Sam Violet's cell phone number. Her cell phone is located in some creepy building that has no lights on and an unkempt front lawn.

"Alright, the signal is coming from in there."

"Hey, thanks for... you know. I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

"Look, I don't need an apology from you."

"I lost someone, too, okay?! I'm trying here."

Ennis knows he's being an asshole, and he sighs deeply. They must have found each other well before you found both of them on the Duval property.

"I'm sorry about your brother. He spoke about you at the end. He said, 'David, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice'."

"Alright, you guys can kiss and make up later. We got work to do. Come on."

Dean opens the trunk and gives weapons to everyone except for you. David checks the gun he was given and looks at you in confusion.

"Aren't you going to grab a weapon? It's not smart to go in there without something."

Your eyes glow blue as you blast the side of the house with your magic. Both Ennis and David jump back from shock at the noise and the fact that you have powers.

"Sweetie, I am the weapon."

You lead the group with your magic lighting the way. You thought the building was a house but it's more like a small warehouse. There aren't many rooms Violet can hide in, but there is a tunnel that leads deeper underground where she could definitely be. The tunnel leads you further down underground until you get to a fork in the road. Three different tunnels branch out from the one you're in, so you have to split up at this point.

"You know, out of all the monsters living here, witches like you might have been a smart idea to let in."

"There ain't no witches like me."

"Alright, you're with me, Romeo," Dean says to David.

"Kid, you're with me," Sam says to Ennis.

"We'll meet back here if we can't find anything."

You go one way, Ennis and Sam go another, and Dean and David take the last tunnel. It's not hard getting lost in the maze of tunnels that seem to go on forever. It has a bit of an echo down here, so you can hear Dean or Sam if they decided to yell, and one of them did.

"David's gone!" Dean yells.

"I'll find my way to you. Keep looking for him and Violet!" you yell back.

It takes ten minutes to maneuver through the tunnels, but you end up finding Sam and Dean together in a tunnel you haven't explored yet.

"Where the hell could they be?" Sam asks.

Suddenly, you hear David yell from a room down the tunnel you're in. You rush into the room to see Violet and David in each other's arms, Ennis with a gun in his hands, and an unknown man on the ground in pain with wounds. He must be the one who has been killing monsters in town because why else would Ennis look like he's about to murder him?

"What'd we miss?" you ask.

"I know you," the man says to Ennis. "I'm sorry about your girl, but she was in the way. You understand. I know you do. They're monsters!"

"I only see one monster here."

Ennis shoots the man dead. He had that goal set the second he saw his girlfriend get murdered. Violet and David aren't the villains here, so you let them go back to their homes. They know you'll be bad if they decide to go off the trails. After today, you don't think they'll be wanting to live in this city anymore.

Now that Ennis killed his girlfriend's killer, he doesn't know what to do. On one hand, he knows this town is infested with monsters, and on the other, he got what he wanted. He could go back to his life and become none the wiser.

"Do you live here alone?" you ask when you drop Ennis back off at his house.

"My sister's on the other side of town, my mom's out of the picture, and my dad died in the line of duty a long time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Dean's phone rings, and he steps off to the side to answer it. "So, what's next?"

Looks like Ennis is choosing to stay on the hunting path knowing there is a town full of monsters who could kill him.

"Nothing. You're done."

"Okay, we're on our way," Dean says.

"Excuse us for a second." You and Sam join Dean who hangs up his phone. "What's going on?"

"We got a hit."

"You want to leave?" Sam gasps. "Dean, this city is crawling with monsters."

"Cas has a line on Metatron. This is what we've been waiting for. This is our shot, Sam."

"You're leaving?" Ennis asks when he overhears the conversation.

"Yeah, but we'll call in some other hunters--pros--and download them on the monster mob situation."

"Look, I can--"

"Ennis, serious, don't," Dean cuts him of. "If you get into this too deep, there's no getting out."

You don't want to leave Ennis alone to fight a city's worth of monsters, but Metatron takes first priority. That son of a bitch is going down, and you're going to be the one to put a knife through his heart for messing with your family.

No one, and you mean no one, fucks with your family and lives to tell about it.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Gabriel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Suicidal Sam Winchester, Depressed Sam Winchester, Anxious Sam Winchester, Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempts, Recovery, Panic Attacks, mild Self-harm, Sam Winchester Has Mental Health Issues, Sam Winchester Has Panic Attacks, Sam Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Tries, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Parental Bobby Singer, Protective Bobby Singer, Family, Family Feels, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilty Sam Winchester, Guilty Dean Winchester, Guilty Castiel (Supernatural), Everyone tries, Everyone Feels Bad, Dean Winchester Loves Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Loves Dean Winchester, Gabriel Watches Distantly, The Ultimate Helicopter Parent, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Hiding Mental Illness, But Then Dean Finds Out, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Sam Winchester Whump, Real Depression, No Hollywood Crap, Kinda Dark, Not Really Dark Just Heavy, Intense, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Hugs, Castiel (Supernatural) Needs a Hug, Healthy Relationships Summary:

Sam has been struggling with depression since Stanford. Well, not really struggling. Excelling. He's been excelling at depression since Stanford, and it's only gotten worse since he started hunting again. Unfortunately, the relapses from John's death and Dean's trip to Hell were bad, but they had nothing on the downward spiral triggered by Sam starting the Apocalypse.

But Sam has never come clean before, and he isn't about to start. He's self-medicating, he's suppressing, and he's handling things in the Trademark Winchester Way. He can do this. He can totally do this.

Spoiler: No, he can't.

Admin Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!

(Yes, that is the gratuitous shirtless gif intended to get your attention. Do you like it? I do!)

Before I go any further with this, I’m gonna say, right up front, HEED THE WARNINGS. Although the subject matter is handled awesomely, if anything in the warnings is a trigger for you, PLEASE protect yourself above reading something just because we say it’s awesome!

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The subject matter is a serious one, and it’s handled seriously. Sam’s depressed. More depressed than in canon, but it’s really not that far off from what we could imagine Sam dealing with in the early seasons. His family deals with it about well as you would expect in the beginning. You get an inside look at what Sam’s thinking vs. what Sam’s saying and doing and it’s SO REAL.

As it all just gets worse and worse, though, the story turns away from canon and does what the show could never do: it let the characters see what was wrong and work to fix it. And it’s so cathartic to read!! The entire second half brings back all the light that the first half takes away. 

It’s 42k thousand words, so it’s not short, but nothing shorter could do the subject justice. Give it a read and let us know what you think!

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[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Making some Changes

This is more geared towards the fictions on this blog. One in particular is Down the Rabbit Hole.

I’m currently working on rewriting it completely. 

The original, I’m not really proud of it the longer it stays up. And it’s been up for a few years now. Hard to believe since, like, 2018 I’ve been writing on here and by 2019 I had posted a finished series. Though, not polished. The story arch takes so many turns and twists that make no sense the farther along you go. And the switch of OC!Reader, an already named reader and I just so happened to use my own name since I wasn’t original in naming at all. And rushed smut, all because I got inspired after reading smut. Same for daughter!reader, child!reader, all those things, I put in the story. And it makes...no sense. At all.

So with that being said, I’m going to delete the series from Tumblr. I know some of you have liked it, but, I don’t want you guys reading anymore of something I’m not exactly proud of. But I do have a bit of a teaser to the rewrite, more like remaster of the series. It’s so much better, I paced it rather slow. I give a lot of background on the reader and her family. And I think this is much better than the original.

But, I only have 2,000 plus words written. Once I post the teaser, I’m gonna get back to writing it, and it may take a little over a year to write.

There will be snipbits of episodic rewrites, but there will still be more backstory, more adventures that are “untold” in the show Supernatural. I’ll still add Ghost Hunt as a part in the series, I just love the story told in the Anime Show, Episode called The Blood Stained Labyrinth. The second creepiest episode on the show. And an episode or two of Inuyasha, The Curse of the Dark Priestess Episode, and maybe...the episode Rival Lovers where Kagome is sick and Inuyasha takes care of her. The smut...is either gonna be implied or in explicit detail, it just depends on how I’m feeling the story is going. And I’ll even have a rewrite of the finale. Because remember, this is about the reader being thrown into the world of Supernatural, living through everything that has been shown in the show only more in depth and very real to her. I’ve had this idea for fan fictions for years, longer than me just writing them. 

Now, this blog is just a reblogging type blog so the rewrite will not be posted on here. It’ll be posted on my second blog supernaturalneurodivergentwolf (I probably spelled that wrong...) but I’ll have the correct link up there. I gotchyou.

So, if you see that the link doesn’t work to any part of Down the Rabbit Hole that you liked and is sitting in your likes, it’s because I deleted it and I am rewriting it, remastering it.

And be on the look out on the other blog that I linked above for the teaser that I’ll post Tomorrow Afternoon CST. 

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So, if you are still on my Dean tags for the series, I will still tag you when I post unless you request to be removed for any reason let me know via ask or a comment on this post, or even a reblog, either way to communicate to me you want to be added or removed, let me know. 

I’m excited for this rewrite, this flows so smoothly. And it may be a slow burn and some people don’t like the pace of slow burns, and my wordy ass is going to be very descriptive of the scenes and among other things going on in the story. But, I do suck at my words, so the time I’ll have to look up the correct word will be a doozy.

I appreciate your guys’ patience as you bare with me as I do my best to deliver you some good or decent content for you to read and escape, I’m really excited for this one I can’t wait to finish this properly compared to the original, I can’t wait for you to read it once it’s finished. See you when I post the teaser, and the rest of the series in the future. I can’t wait, I’m excited. :D

Have a good weekend guys, stay safe! :3

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Fight Me, Love Me, Save Me Pt. 1

This will fill the "It's mine, and you can't have it." square on my @jacklesversebingo card. The quote will be bolded.

Summary: A series in three parts exploring Y/N's and Dean's relationship from bickering children, to love and broken promises, to a plea for salvation.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. This part is mostly fluff, with a tiny bit of making out at the end. They are both 17 when they're making out, so technically underage, but barely - and they are the same age.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 4,398

A/N: So this series will fill the last three squares on my bingo card. This part covers "It's Mine, and you can't have it." Part two will cover Broken Promises, (Nov 12) and part three will be for the Isolated/Trapped square. (Nov 19)

I hope you enjoy!! If you do, please remember to like, reblog and/or comment. Means the world to us writers! ❤️

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Dean and Y/N basically spent their childhood bickering. They met when they were six, when their fathers teamed up for a hunt. The two of them, and Sammy had been left together with a friendly old lady who was mostly deaf, so she very happily didn’t have to hear their constant fighting. 

They fought over toys, they fought over snacks, they fought over who would get the first turn on the tire swing in the old lady’s backyard. Dean’s longer legs always got him there first and he’d gloat down at Y/N, his smile wide and wicked.

“Too slow, Y/N!” He’d taunt. “It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” 

Since their fathers often teamed up, they ended up with the same babysitters, or in the same schools all the time. Dean was always popular; the teachers always adored him and his sweet smile and big green eyes. But Y/N was shy and slightly awkward, so the other kids didn’t usually play with her and teachers tended to ignore her. 

Dean would never let that stand though. When they'd play tag in the schoolyard he’d purposely go up and tag Y/N even though she hadn’t been invited to play the game.

When he’d tap her arm, she’d scowl at him. “I’m not playing, you idiot.” 

But Dean would ignore her and any of the other kids saying she couldn’t play. “You’re it!” He’d yell and then run away, sticking his tongue out at her and taunting her because he knew she’d never stand for it, and be forced to play. Once she was playing, the other kids usually didn’t care and the game would go on.

No one teased and tormented her like Dean did though. He was constantly yanking on her ponytail, or shooting spitballs at her from across the classroom. They competed over everything; test scores, who got to be the Christmas tree in the Christmas concert, who could skip with a jumping rope more times in a row without stopping, who built the best sand castle, who made a better volcano in science class - anything and everything.

In spite of that, however, Dean was also her biggest champion. When they were in third grade, Chester Hugo, a wiry little blonde boy, called Y/N fat and ugly and laughed at her. He showed her a picture of a whale in the encyclopedia in their classroom and laughed as he pointed to it.

“That’s you.” He whispered, and all his friends giggled with him silently. 

Y/N tried to ignore him, but at recess she was standing up against the brick wall of the school as usual, and Chester began waddling around in front of her and puffing out his cheeks. “Look everybody, I’m Y/N.” He called out before doubling over with laughter.

He only laughed for a second though, because without warning he was tackled to the ground by Dean, and began shrieking and covering his face as Dean pummeled him.

Dean got detention for three days because of it, and got grounded at home too. Y/N felt terrible, but Dean said it was worth it because now every time he walked past Chester, the bully shrank away or ran inside. 

When they were in the sixth grade, they went to Truman Middle School in Fort Madison, Iowa for a few months and ended up with a teacher who was absolutely terrible - Mrs. Abernathy. 

She was ancient and obviously didn’t really like kids anymore - if she ever had. Her classroom rules were arbitrary and confusing. She was constantly yelling at her students for doing things that had been permissible the day before. She barked orders at them and expected silence from them at all times. 

One afternoon the class was set to dissect a frog and Dean and Y/N were paired up to share one of the hapless amphibians. Mrs. Abernathy gave them their frog, closed inside a glass jar, along with a jar of cotton balls soaked in ether to toss in with the frog to kill him.

As soon as the grouchy old lady had moved on, Dean picked up the container holding the frog and pushed it into Y/N’s face.

“Hey Y/N look! It’s lunch time!” He said quietly, thrusting the frog towards her over and over.

“Stop it!” She said in an angry whisper, turning her head. After a while Dean grinned proudly at his ability to gross her out and set the frog back down.

Y/N looked down at it, and then got closer to the jar as the frog lifted its two front legs to press against the glass, looking for a way to hop out. It hopped around the confined space, rather pathetically trying to get free. Suddenly Y/N felt sick to her stomach and tears came to her eyes. 

She looked at Dean. “I wanna let him go.” She said quietly so only he could hear. 

Dean frowned at her. “What are you talking about? In like two minutes we’re gonna kill it and then look at its guts.” He said, trying to tease Y/N out of her concern for the frog.

But it didn’t work. Y/N shook her head, her tears falling fast now. “No, Dean, don’t kill it. I don’t wanna kill it. Look at him.” She said pointing to the little green creature desperately hopping around as though it could sense its impending doom.

Dean shook his head, trying to reason with her. “Y/N it’s just a frog. It isn’t gonna feel anything, the cotton ball will just make him fall asleep and then he'll die.” 

But Y/N was shaking her head, her eyes slightly frantic as Mrs. Abernathy reached the front of the classroom, having given everyone their frogs. Suddenly Y/N grabbed the jar and yanked it open, allowing the desperate frog to immediately hop away. 

She realized her mistake quickly as the frog simply jumped up onto another table and made the boys there scream and jump back, knocking their own frog to the floor so it smashed open, giving a second frog its freedom. The class erupted into chaos as the two frogs hopped around the classroom. Three more frogs had their jars smashed open as some kids scattered and stood on chairs, and some kids chased after the frogs.

Eventually, when all the frogs were finally rounded up and put back into new jars, (much to Y/N’s dismay) Mrs. Abernathy began looking for a culprit. She stood in front of Y/N’s desk and her always stern face was particularly harsh as she pointed a bony finger at her.

“That frog came from your desk, Miss Y/L/N, do you care to explain yourself?”

Before Y/N could answer, Dean stood up. “It was me. I opened the jar.”

Y/N looked at him, frowning and shaking her head. But Dean waved his hand at her. “Y/N told me not to, but I thought it would be funny if he got out.” He shrugged and gave a wholly unrepentant grin. “And it really was.”

Y/N tried to say something, but Mrs. Abernathy was too busy grabbing ahold of Dean’s arm and manhandling him out of the room. “Principal Yates is going to hear about this, young man.”

Y/N felt her stomach plummet as Dean was yanked out of the classroom. She sat quietly at her desk, guilty and sick feeling, as the other kids took full advantage of the teacherless classroom to discuss the frog escapade - loudly and with many sound effects. 

When Mrs. Abernathy returned, Dean wasn’t with her. Y/N tried to talk to her and explain the truth, but the teacher wouldn’t listen.

“Enough!” She shouted angrily. “There has been more than enough disruption in this classroom for today. Sit down and take out your math textbook.” Y/N opened her mouth and the old lady sliced her hand through the air. “Now!” She barked loudly, making all the other students pull their textbooks out as well.

Y/N didn’t see Dean again until the end of school. He was walking down the side road that led to the motel they were all staying in.

“Dean, wait up!” She called to him and he slowed his long stride. When she reached him she shook her head. “What were you thinking? Why did you say you did it?”

Dean shrugged. “Dunno. I just like to see Abernathy go berserk.” He said with a lazy smile.

Y/N frowned. “You got in trouble. Did you get detention again, or -” She stopped still and gasped. “Were you suspended?”

Dean just shook his head and kept walking. “No, it’s fine.”

Y/N ran after him. “What do you mean? What did Mr. Yates do?” When Dean just sped up and kept walking Y/N reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to force him to stop.

Dean winced and inhaled sharply, his face contorting in pain. He tried to pull his hand away, but Y/N had already seen the huge red welts that were spread over his palm and fingers. Tears immediately flooded her eyes and fell down her cheeks as she stepped closer and cradled his hand in hers.

“He gave you the strap?” She whispered, horrified at the image of Dean’s hands being struck over and over with the thick leather strap the principal kept hanging just outside his office.

Dean shrugged as Y/N lifted his other hand and looked at the damage there too. “Yep, five licks for each hand. Said it was supposed to make me remember to not let the devil use my idle hands for mischief.” He rolled his eyes. “I can’t wait till we're out of this bible-thumping, piece of shit town.”

Despite the life they led, Y/N was still sheltered enough that hearing Dean swear felt rebellious and she blushed a little. Then she sniffled and looked at Dean with remorse suffusing her face. “I’m so sorry. I never should have done it. And I really wish you hadn’t said it was you. I should have been the one getting strapped.”

Dean frowned darkly. “No, that would have been so much worse.” He said quickly. 

Y/N’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Dean’s face flushed and he just shrugged and pulled his hands away from her. “No, I mean - I just mean, you know I’m a hunter, I’m used to it. I mean the last hunt I went out on, I took down a werewolf.” He bragged. “You and Sammy, you’re still soft.”

Y/N scoffed at that, running to keep up with him as he walked on. “Whatever, oh great Winchester. ‘Took down a werewolf’? I feel like you probably had some help from your dad and mine.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter! I still fought him.” He argued, and the fight was back on. 

***

Within a few years though, Sam and Y/N did begin to join the hunts. They started slowly, hunting ghouls and wraiths, and other easier-to-hunt monsters.

However, in Y/N and Dean's Junior year, the end of middle school for Sam, their Dads began asking more of them, claiming that they needed to concentrate on learning to hunt. They told the two of them that they were needed for more important things than algebra. That was when Dean dropped out of high school, going to work with them and hunting full time. 

He told Y/N that he was just sick of school, and he’d never need it anyway. But Y/N knew he’d done it to give their Dads the help they wanted while giving her and Sam more time to be students.

By the time they were sixteen Y/N had figured Dean out. He still teased her mercilessly, constantly trying to annoy her with his hard rock, making fun of the boy bands she listened to. When she scored a ninety-five on her chemistry test, he’d called her poindexter for two weeks straight. 

But he was also fiercely protective, and he would bloody the nose of anyone who tried to hurt either her or Sam.

And she knew she was right about why he dropped out of school. Sometimes, when she and Sam were sitting around the motel room doing homework together, discussing the novel one of them was reading, or trying to make sense of trigonometry, she’d look up and catch Dean watching them with a look of longing on his face as he was cleaning weapons.

It was always gone in an instant when he noticed her watching, and he’d usually crack some kind of joke about what nerds they were, but Y/N knew what she saw. She would usually suggest that they stop their homework and watch a movie. Or she’d beg Dean to take them for a ride in the Impala that he’d inherited when he turned sixteen and his dad bought a truck. He’d always act like it was a huge pain, but she knew he loved it when they all piled into the car, rolled the windows down, and pretended to be carefree teens for a while.

She knew him and he couldn't get anything past her.

What did sneak up on Y/N, however, was how much she actually liked Dean. Like…like-liked him.

It became clear to her one day when she was seventeen, and in her senior year. Dean swung by one afternoon to pick up her and Sam after school. He was standing outside, leaning against his beloved car, waiting for them to show. She rounded the corner with a few girls she was doing a group project with; they were trying to iron out details of when they were going to meet to collaborate. 

When she saw Dean waiting there, she raised her hand to let him know she saw him and she was coming. Sam bolted past her and ran to the car. “Tell him I’m coming!” Y/N yelled after him.

She turned back to the discussion wanting to hurry up so she didn’t miss her chance at a ride. But all of the girls were just staring at her like she’d grown a second head.

“What?” She asked, self consciously covering her face slightly, worried she had something in her teeth.

The short girl to her right, Tracy she thought her name was, sputtered slightly and then looked pointedly at Dean. “Are you kidding me? What? Who?” She asked, flipping her hand quickly in Dean’s direction. “Who the hell is that?”

“Oh,” Y/N responded slightly confused, “that’s just Dean.”

“Dean?” The red-headed girl across from her asked. “Is he your brother?”

“What? Ew! No.” Y/N denied vehemently, and it took her a moment to figure out why that idea grossed her out so much. When the girl with braces (Sheila?) spoke though, the reason hit Y/N like a Mac truck.

“He’s so ridiculously hot!” Sheila exclaimed and all the other girls agreed quickly, giving giggly little moans and being incredibly obvious about staring at Dean.

At first Y/N’s mind wanted to mock that idea, remnants of their childhood rivalries and bickering jumping forward. But then she looked back at him where he still stood, talking to Sam. 

Holy crap, she realized with a bolt of lightning kind of realization, he really is ridiculously hot.

He wore black jeans and his black Metallica t-shirt which stretched tightly across his newly broadened shoulders. His hair was thick and perpetually looked like he’d carelessly run his fingers through it. His smile was bright and blinding even across the schoolyard, and though none of them could see it, she knew his eyes would be twinkling in that mischievous way they did when he was bent on getting into trouble.

She could see that he was noticing all the attention he was getting, and he patted Sam on the shoulder and started to walk towards them. Sam gave a full-body eye roll and got into the back seat.

The girls all turned shrill as he approached, laughing like dying hyenas. Y/N felt anger start to burn in her stomach and it confused her. But when Dean stopped in front of them and smiled charmingly at each of them, Y/N recognized that it was jealousy turning her heart green and she was shocked. 

“Hello, ladies.” Dean said in a would-be suave kind of way. It made Y/N roll her eyes, but her classmates practically swooned. 

A chorus of dreamy hellos followed and Y/N grabbed on to Dean to pull him away. But Dean resisted and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So I’ve, uh, got my car over there.” He said, thumbing towards the Impala, his face full of teenage boy pride. “Anyone need a lift?”

All of them began nodding and squealing, but Y/N shouted over them. “No, it’s fine, Dean, let’s just go. They’re good.” She succeeded in dragging him off but when they were a few yards away from them, Y/N ran back quickly to warn her temporary classmates, using a paraphrased version of she and Dean’s childhood refrain.

“Stay away from him. He’s mine and you can’t have him.”

***

Once Y/N realized her feelings for Dean, things became very awkward for her. All the things that used to be simple, sitting beside him to watch a movie, training with him for hunts, simply sitting across the room from him and looking at him - they all became unbearable situations that she didn’t know how to deal with.

When she sat beside him now she could feel the way he radiated warmth, she could feel her heart skip a beat when he’d shift his leg so his thigh pressed against hers. When they were training, simple holds that she had only ever cared about breaking out of before, now left her breathing heavy. When his big hand would wrap around her wrist or whenever he'd reach his strong arms around her waist from behind, it was everything she could do not to just sink into his arms like putty. 

About a week and a half after her epiphany hit, she and Dean were alone in the motel room, sparring, and he pushed her up against a wall, pinning her there and expecting she'd try to get out. But he was breathing softly across her cheek, his face inches from hers and her whole body started tingling, making her lose her grip on the knife she held. It fell from her grasp and ended up slicing his calf on the way down.

“Aah! Jesus!” Dean shouted as he let her go and hobbled away from her. “What the hell, Y/N? What’s wrong with you?”

He sat down on the bed and Y/N ran over to pull up his slashed jeans, gasping at the long wound that bled down the side of his calf.

“Oh my god, Dean!” She said, jumping up and quickly grabbing the first aid kit. She got back on her knees beside the bed and pressed pads of gauze against his leg to stop the bleeding. She looked up into his face and saw his eyes closed in pain. “I’m so sorry! I just…”

Tears hit the backs of her eyes and she shook her head, looking back at his leg. “God, I’m so sorry.” She repeated in a teary voice.

“Hey.” Dean said as he lifted her chin so she was looking at him again. His thumb brushed away a tear that fell down her cheek. “Sweetheart, it's fine. No need for tears. I’ve survived worse.”

Y/N’s breath stilled in her chest and she whispered quietly. “You’ve never called me that before…sweetheart.”

Dean immediately tried to act casual, but he wasn’t a very good actor. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t, like, freak out about it.”

Y/N nodded and went back to caring for his wound. Once she got the bleeding stopped, she could see it wasn’t very deep. As she cleaned it, she could feel the tension between them rising, like something thick and palpable. 

Dean cleared his throat. “Did you, uh…I mean do you want me to call you that? Or, I mean…did you like it?”

Y/N felt her cheeks turn a burning red and she shrugged as she taped a big piece of gauze over the long cut. “I dunno.” Was her only response.

She was finished taking care of him, so she stood up and started to walk away. But Dean’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the back of her t-shirt. He let go as she turned back to face him. 

“Why have you been so weird lately?”

Y/N laughed nervously. “What are you talking about?”

Dean stood up and pressed closer to her, slipping his hand around her so that it laid against the small of her back. Her blood pumped hard in her veins and she licked her lips. Dean’s jaw clenched and his eyes fell to her mouth.

“I mean that you’ve been weird with me all week. Ever since I picked you up at school and you got all jealous.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped open before she slammed it shut and spluttered. “Whatever! You wish! Like I care about the dozens of girls you riffle through in every town we stay in.”

Dean moved closer to her and brought his other hand up to cup her cheek and trail his fingers along her jawbone. “I mean…it does actually seem like you care a little bit.” 

He walked her backwards a few more steps so that she was pressed up against the wardrobe that sat in the corner of the room. His eyes roamed over her face and then he looked deeply into her eyes, and his green-eyed gaze made her feel exposed, like he could see into her soul so there was no point in lying to him. He’d always known how she felt. He knew when she was scared, knew when she was annoyed, and when she was furious; he knew her sadness and the loneliness that seized her sometimes. 

He always knew, and he always knew just how to make things better for her. She’d already realized that she was actually incredibly attracted to him, but now she realized that he was also her best friend. She felt incredibly stupid for not realizing that sooner. She’d always thought of him as this annoying gnat that wouldn’t leave her alone. But really he was the person who knew her the best, the one she was never afraid to go to for anything, the one she knew would always have her back.

Dean’s breath was soft against her lips as he hovered there. “So, do you care, Y/N? Even a little?”

She could do nothing but nod, and then close the distance between them, pressing her lips against his briefly before pulling back, terrified to see his reaction. 

But a wide, slightly goofy smile spread across his face and it made her smile in return. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” He said before he planted his mouth over hers and kissed her for real. 

She’d never been kissed before, but she’d imagined it many times. This was nothing like she’d imagined. It was much wetter, much hotter, and much more all-consuming than she’d imagined it would be. Her head was swimming, and she felt like she might pass out. He swept his tongue into her mouth and she moaned. 

The thought of “french kissing” had always weirded her out a little. Who wanted someone else’s tongue in their mouth? But Dean’s tongue was silky and skillful as he trailed it along the roof of her mouth. It felt possessive and that feeling made her stomach clench in a pleasant and shaky kind of way. 

When she reciprocated, slowly allowing her tongue to trail along his, Dean groaned and slipped both his hands down over her hips to press her closer to him. She gasped as she felt his hard on through his jeans, pressing against her lower belly. 

Dean pulled his mouth away from her and dropped his forehead to her shoulder, before turning his head and pressing soft kisses along her neck.

“Sorry.” He said gruffly. “It’s just…I mean, fuck you’re crazy hot. Sorry.” He said again, but Y/N giggled, more thrilled than she could say at his reaction to her and to their kisses.

“But,” Dean continued, “there’s no rush or anything, no rush to, you know, do anything.”  He raised his head to look her in the eye. “I’m just so glad that you're, uh…that you like me, you know…like that. I’ve liked you for so long.”

He brushed his lips across hers. “Been wanting to kiss you since we were about eleven years old.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I just realized last week that I wanted to kiss you. How have you known this long, and not tried to kiss me even once?”

Dean shrugged sheepishly. “Never thought you’d want me to, and I wasn't about to try something and weird you out…or make you stay away from me. But then, you seemed so jealous the other day, and the daggers you were shooting at those other chicks gave me some reason to hope. Then you’ve been so weird ever since.”

Y/N snorted. “Whatever, I wasn’t shooting any daggers. I’ve been very cool and collected this whole time.” She lied.

Dean laughed. “Yeah, the gaping wound on my leg says otherwise.”

“Hey, don’t blame me because you lost focus and got yourself hurt.” Y/N said haughtily. 

“Lost focus? I did not lose focus. You got all swoony and dropped the damn knife.”

“That’s totally not true. You know you always - “

Suddenly Dean cut her off with another kiss, one that was deep and probing and left Y/N completely senseless.

Dean’s breathing was harsh and shallow too as he rested his forehead on hers and spoke against her lips.

“God, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Kiss me?” Y/N asked, her eyes still closed.

“No. Shut you up.”

It took Y/N a moment to register his words and then her eyes popped open and she saw his wide, mischievous grin and punched his upper arm lightly. “You’re an asshole.”

Dean nodded and yanked her tight against him. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

Y/N laughed. “Yes.” She nodded. “But let’s just remember who kissed who first.”

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[samjesswinchester]

ANOTHER CHAPTER IS OUT! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU SO PLEASE LEAVE KUDOS AND COMMENT IF YOU FEEL UP TO IT! Also hoping to get some more writing/editing done this weekend! Thanks for hanging in there! 

Chapters: 23/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jessica Moore, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Everyone, Sam Winchester & Everyone Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Bobby Singer, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot) Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Pre-Canon, Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Soulmates, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Character Death, Eventual Happy Ending, Complicated Relationships Series: Part 1 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

What if Sam Winchester's psychic abilities had developed to be just a *bit* stronger by November 2, 2005? What if he made it back to his Stanford apartment in time to save the love of his life, Jessica Moore? This is the story where their love survives that night...will it be able to endure?

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[ohgodsimback]

I have a BTVS/Angel/Supernatural fic cooking in my noodle and I don't know what to do with it!

Come talk head canons with me 🥺

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[thelittlewyrm]

I got back into supernatura recently and finished it for the first time ever the other day (heart broken) and while I was watching it I finally started to draw again and this is what came of that. It inspired me and I haven't felt like that in a long time.

This picture I've drawn is based off Cas and Dean in the Ao3 fic series Redemption Road and I think it is so well written, if you're a spn destiel fan it's a must read in my opinion. It's full of H P Lovecraft references and horrors and it drew me in instantly.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Road Trip: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You, Dean, Castiel, and Crowley all take a trip into Sam’s mind to free him of the angel who is possessing him.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

The tears drop from your eyes onto Kevin's dead body. He didn't deserve the shit you put him through, and he ended up dying in the end. He deserved to be out and to live his life, not stuck inside the Bunker translating some tablet he never asked to translate.

"I'm so sorry," you whimper and move his hair out of his face.

Dean wants to be sad; he wants to cry right next to you, but he's mega pissed. He's packing up every kind of weapon he owns because he's going after Sam whether or not it's him.

"Y/N, come on," Dean sighs.

"He didn't deserve this," you sob.

"Dean."

You and your husband look to the right and see Castiel standing there. Dean must have prayed to him.

"Cas. Look at you, all suited up and back in the game."

"I came as soon as you called. I was—" Castiel looks around the library to see books and papers strewn across the room and the broken chair that you blasted Not-Ezekiel over. He sees your tear-stained face but he can't see Kevin yet. He takes a few steps and sees the dead prophet on the ground. "Dean, Y/N, what happened?"

"Dean, you have to tell him," you sniffle.

"Tell me what?"

Dean can't pretend anymore, and he falls back onto the chair in defeat. He comes clean to Castiel about everything that happened since Sam almost completed the trials.

"Sammy was dying. What were we supposed to do?"

"You let an angel possess him?"

"He said it was the only way, and I believed him. Now Sam's gone and Kevin's..."

You sniffle in sadness before looking down at Kevin's body. His mother doesn't even know he's dead, and you don't know how you're going to tell her.

"Dean, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well, sorry don't pay the bills. It sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back. We got to find that son of a bitch."

"Dean, if the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?"

"A dead man walking."

"You're going to kill him? If you do that, it'll kill Sam," you say and look at him.

"I'm aware."

"Dean, this is what you've been trying to prevent from happening. You can't kill him!"

"If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out... God, I was so damn stupid."

"You were stupid for the right reasons," Castiel says.

"Yeah, like that matters."

"It does. Sometimes that's all that matters." Dean hears him, but he isn't listening to Castiel. "Listen to me. Sam is strong. If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight. He could cast the angel out."

"Maybe, but as far as I know, he's in the dark. I don't know how we clue him in."

"I could go inside his mind. I've done it before," you suggest.

"How can you talk to Sam and fight off an angel at the same time? We need another plan."

"Do you remember Alfie?" Castiel asks. "Before he died, he told me demons were able to dig into his mind and access his coding. We might be able to do that here. We might be able to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam. It's worth a try."

"Where do we start?"

The only person who can help you is someone you don't want to involve. He's just going to end up screwing you over in the end. Dean and Castiel don't have another option but to go to him. After all, he's locked inside your dungeon. Castiel gets up to head down to Crowley, but you refuse to move from Kevin's side. Dean passes by you, expecting you to follow, but you don't move from your spot.

"Sweetheart, come on."

"I can't leave him alone. Dean, what are we going to tell his mother?"

"I don't know, but it's going to do us no good being here."

"He's going to be all alone," you whisper.

"Come on."

Dean helps you to your feet even though you're reluctant. You cry for your friend as he escorts you down to the dungeon where Castiel already is. You don't want Crowley to rub it in your face, so you dry your tears before walking inside.

"Hello, boys and Y/N."

"Here's the deal, you're gonna tell us how to hack an angel and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff." Dean holds his arm up. "Human blood, fresh from the tap. Word is you're jonesing for it."

"Please. I'll pass," he rolls his eyes.

"What do you want, then?"

"For starters, a massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, my body is getting a little stiff."

"I'm not rubbing you."

"God, no. Get Kevin." When his name is said, you have to turn away t let the tears fall so Crowley doesn't see them. "His tiny fists can really work wonders--"

"Kevin is dead," Castiel breaks the news.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't pretend you care. You tried to kill him!"

"I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run."

"From what?"

"From you."

You turn and approach Crowley with fire in your eyes. You hold up a fist glowing with magic as a threat to him.

"Measure your next words very carefully."

"How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a lifespan. Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more art than science, but I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. I'm dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally."

"No," you growl.

"No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan 'A', I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan 'B'."

"I can do this on my own," you say and turn to Castiel and Dean. "Let me do this."

"I know the procedure better than you."

Dean looks like he's considering this, and Castiel pulls him off to the side. You glare at Crowley before joining them.

"You can't be considering this."

"With the chains on, he can't do anything."

"It's Crowley. He can always do something."

"I'm with Castiel on this one. Crowley can't be trusted," you look at Dean.

"I'm with Dean on this one, so it looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get Moose, squirrel." Dean's face falls with guilt when he realizes Sam isn't here. "Unless, of course, you can't. That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?"

"Are you done?" you roll your eyes.

"Depends. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," Dean says before you and Castiel can say anything.

"Excellent. When do we leave?"

"As soon as I can scrounge up a ride."

Sam took the Impala, so Dean is left here without a ride even though there are plenty of cars in the garage.

"Well, I have a vehicle. It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably."

"I don't want the kids to watch this. I'm going to call Jody to see if she can come over and watch the kids."

Jody is six hours from the Bunker, and as soon as she heard the kids need her, she agreed to come over and babysit. Kevin was happy to do it, but...

"Thank you for coming over. I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

"They're sleeping right now, but everything they need is in the kitchen. Kevin died, and I don't want them to see his body so I moved him into the infirmary. Don't let them go in there, and if they ask about him, just tell him he's visiting his mom."

"Sure. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Yeah," you whisper. "We have to go now. Just call me if you have any issues."

Castiel's car is somewhere outside of Lebanon, so it's not too far of a walk. Crowley is still handcuffed, but as not to raise alarms, his jacket is slung over his hands so that they're hidden. You don't need the police called because someone thinks Crowley is kidnapped. Once you locate Castiel's car, you have to stifle a laugh at the way it looks. It's a cream-colored 1978 Lincoln Continental.

"Really? What are you, a pimp?" Crowley scoffs.

"I like it."

Dean tries to start the car, but it's out of gas.

"Yeah, it's out of gas."

"I got this."

You touch the top of the car and let your magic run through the entire car. If you can make a ladder appear out of thin air, then you can definitely fill up the tank with gas. Three seconds later, the car starts with a full tank of gas.

"Riddle me this, boy wonder. Why do you need the wheels?" Crowley asks.

"When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart."

"Oh, Cas, such a flirt."

"Come on, let's go," you state. You walk around to the passenger side and turn to Crowley who tries to get into the front. "You're in the back."

Crowley and Castiel get into the back with a pout, but you don't care.

"Hey. Watch the leg," Crowley glares.

"You're on my side!"

"Hey!" you yell and turn to them. "Shut the hell up."

Dean turns the car on and immediately, hip-hop music plays. Dean gives Castiel a bitch face before turning it off. As much as you want to make jokes about this, you're too pissed and sad to. Sam is out there without a clue of what's going on because the angel is keeping him locked away in his own mind. Crowley has some connections as to where Sam might be, so Dean heads over there. It's a fancy office as if this is a legitimate business instead of being run by demons.

"Your source is in here?" Dean asks.

"Yes, and she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha."

"How?"

"Well, this place isn't really this. It's a front for an NSA listening post."

"What are they listening for?"

"Everything. The U.S. government is quite the voyeur these days. So, I planted one of my best and let her go to work," Crowley shrugs.

You four walk inside and Crowley checks in at the front. Everyone knows who he is, so it's not going to take long before his contact sees him. You sit down by the window to wait, but a guard comes to grab the King of Hell.

"Mr. Crowley? She'll see you now." You all stand up to join him, and the guard shakes his head. "Uh, just Mr. Crowley."

"I'll be listening to every word you say," Castiel threatens.

"Promise?"

Crowley walks off with one of his demons, and you sit back down.

"Can you hear anything in there?"

"No, the room is heavily warded."

"Awesome. That's just awesome," he scoffs.

"I don't understand why I can't do this myself. I did this for my dad. I was able to talk to him without any issues."

"Y/N, you were dealing with your dad who was dying. Sam has a powerful angel inside his head. He will expel you since you won't be at full power. If Crowley goes in, he'll have the power to push back the angel while still talking to Sam."

You know he's right, but that doesn't mean you're happy about it. Crowley comes walking out with a photo in his hand, and he hands it over to Dean. It's a picture of the Impala going through an intersection.

"Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania ten minutes ago. Let's go. The four amigos ride again."

"He's not my amigo," Castiel says.

This is going to be a long seventeen-hour drive to Pennsylvania. It's hard enough to tune out Sam and Dean when they ride together, but to tune out Castiel and Crowley? You don't know how you did it, but you manage to get there with everyone in one piece. The angel inside Sam stopped in a suburban neighborhood because that's where the Impala is located. Dean parks the car and rushes over to his Baby to make sure she isn't damaged.

"Stay here. Let us handle this," Dean says to Castiel and Crowley.

"Like we have a choice," the demon says.

You and Dean enter the house quietly since you don't know what Sam is planning or if he's even here. Immediately, you see a dead body on the ground with the eyes burned out as well as the throat slit. This angel is murdering people, and he doesn't care who gets in his way. Dean uses two fingers to tell you to go in through the back while he goes in through the front, and you break off from him to do so.

You make your way through the hallway silently and come around to the other side of the kitchen where you know Sam is. You peer inside to see Sam in the kitchen washing blood off his hands at the sink.

"You should not have come here, Dean," the angel says without turning around.

"You killed my friend, you took my brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?"

"I allowed you, your wife, and your kids to live."

"That's your mistake."

Dean lunges for the angel, but Sam is quick to counterattack. He uses his angelic powers to toss your husband into the bookcase on the other side of the kitchen. Dean crumbles to the ground, unmoving. Whatever he did, it caused your husband to go unconscious.

You walk into the kitchen and approach Sam from behind, but he turns to punch you. You raise your hand in an open bear claw with magic pouring out of your palm. You catch the angel's punch without touching his skin. You look up at him with deadly blue eyes.

"I don't think so."

You send a powerful blast of magic into his stomach and punch him on the side of his face with your magic. You place your hand on his head when he's down and let your magic seep into his head. Instead of killing him, you send him into a deep sleep that he won't wake from anytime soon.

Once he's down, you pray to Castiel to come and collect the body while you go over to Dean. You touch the side of his face and let your magic work him over.

"Baby, wake up."

"Son of a bitch," Dean groans and opens his eyes.

Castiel comes and takes Sam away while you help Dean to his feet. If you're going to interrogate the angel inside Sam, you have to do it in a place where his screams won't be heard. Crowley knows of an abandoned meat packaging plant on the outskirts of town that you could use, so that's where you go.

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A good impression

Chapter 18 - The Neighbour.

A/N | Sorry, it’s been a while I have a lot going on atm. I hope this is worth the wait!

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Summary | Alana has to decide what to do…

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Word count | 2k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst.

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

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Later...

"Come on Chloe, you must have a story about Alana?" Dean pleads with her, "don't you dare Chlo!" Alana warns her, "Oi, if anyone is going to have the dirt it's me?" a drunk Fifi points at herself.

"Fifi you've not given me anything yet!" Dean baits her, "and she's not going to are you, Fi!?" Alana raises a warning brow to her sister, "hmm....that depends!" she winks at her sister, Dean raises his brow interested.

"What do you want to know Dean?" Fifi teases, "anything!" Alana narrows her eyes at him, "nothing she tells me will stop me from loving you," he pecks her lips. "Aww, you two are so cute!" Chloe coos at the pair, squeezing Elliot's arm, "there is the time she got so drunk she chundered all over her boyfriend's lap, he dumped her on the spot or there's the time she tripped over at my birthday and her face landed right in my cake!"

Alana runs her hand down her face, then an idea springs to mind, "what about that time we went on that weekend away, you asked me to get out and see how far back we needed to go, and you didn't hear me telling you to stop. The next minute she smashed the Merc's brake light into that wall!"

Fifi eyes go wide as well as Simon's "what? You told me, someone drove into you and drove off before you got the reg!" Fifi gives him an awkward smile, "come on, Si! It was ten years ago and she did pay to get it fixed!" She teases him, "I guess!" He sips his beer.

"What would you have done if Alana broke your brake light, Dean?" he looks towards her, "I'd be pissed, but I'm sure I could think of a way for her to make it up to me!" he throws her a wink, she pecks his cheek, "I couldn't do that to, Baby! But if I did, I'm pretty sure I could pay for the work in a different way!" She bites her lip, knowing it drives him wild.

"Baby?" Elliot pinches his brows together, "his nineteen sixty seven Chevy Impala"

"Wow! Impressive, I bet she's a beaut!" Elliot says, clearly impressed, Alana pulls up a photo on Dean's phone. "Oh, she even knows his pin number!" Chloe teases, Elliot looks impressed with the photo. "Nothing to hide, so why shouldn't she know!" Dean winks at Alana.

"Hiya guys, you lot want to join in the couple's quiz?" Leona looks round the group, "sounds like fun!" Alana takes a sheet from Leona as does Dean. "We'll ace this, sweetheart!" he kisses the top of her head. "No, we will. Sixteen years!" Fifi takes a couple of sheets from Leona, "come on, give us one!" Chloe takes two sheets as well.

"It starts in five minutes, good luck!" she winks at the group.

"Question one, what is your partner's favourite sex position?" Alana writes her answer down, smirking at Dean, who starts to write down his own answer.

Twenty minutes later...

"I have tallied up the scores, the couple that came third is.....Gemma and Tony, the couple that came second is.....Chloe and Elliot and the couple that came first is.....Alana and Dean!" she squealed kissing him on the lips.

"You two have won a night Glamping!" Leona congratulated the pair, Dean and Alana made their way to the bar to claim their prize, Leona took their photo, but looking back at their table she could see Fifi looking deflated.

Before they made their way back to the table Alana stopped him, "Dean, I know we won....but I think Fifi and Simon could really use this prize!" he looks down at the envelope, "you know what, you're right. Also I have no idea what glamping is!" he chuckled, she presses her lips to his.

Finally pulling away, she smiles up at him, "thank you! But also if they go away for the night we might need to babysit!" She smiles brightly at him, "sounds like we got the better side of the deal!" He pecks her lips.

"Come on, let's go and tell them the good news!" She pulls him over to their table.

Simon was a bit put back by the idea, but Alana wasn't taking no for an answer, looking online they had a free date for this weekend.

"We'll have to check with our parents first! I want to know the kids are sorted!" Simon protested when Fifi tried to book the night away, Fifi's phone chimes, picking it up her face lights up, "your Mum said she'd have them, Si!" he awkwardly smiles at her.

An hour later...

Simon had gone home with a headache he couldn't shift, Chloe could barely stand, Elliot had decided to take her home and offered for Fifi to get in their cab as they pass hers on the way home.

Alana and Dean waved them off as they began to walk the ten minute walk home, "do you think they liked me?" Dean asks her, "Fifi and Chloe do because I love you, but Elliot? I think you stole his heart when you mentioned Baby!" She playfully nudges him, "...and Simon? Well, he and Fi are going through a rough patch at the moment, so he's a little off! But my question is do you like them?" She looks to him.

"Of course I do! They can drink, I can drink....but you Brits seem to drink, drink!" He teases her.

The next day...

Dean and Pete had gone on the super fast car experience, Alana promised her Dad to take her Mum's lunch in, she had forgotten, she decided that it was also the perfect opportunity to speak to Simon and see what is going on with him and her sister.

Pulling up to Aylesbury College, she couldn't believe how much it had changed, they had a brand new building, she stepped inside, even with a new building, they still had Morris the security guard. His face brightened when he saw her, "Alana!!! How are you?" she hugs him, "I'm great thanks. You're still going?"

"Yup, I can't be one of these old farts, watching daytime telly! You here to see your Mum?" he asks her, "uh huh! I don't suppose you can tell me what floor and room she and my sister's husband is?"

"Arrh, Mr. Mulvery? Yeah, he's the opposite end to your Mum!" She sighs before she gets an idea, "Morris, could you give my Mum her lunch? While I go and speak to Simon?" Morris looks round, "as it's you? Of course, Mr. Mulvery is on the third floor room two six eight!" He smiles softly at her.

"Morris, you are a star!" she hands him the packed lunch before she rushes up the stairs, finally on the third floor she looks for his office, she tries the handle. The door is open, so she pushes it open, "I think we need a little chat about you and my sis.......!" she froze in place she was shocked by the scene behind the door, Simon had what she guessed was a student on his lap and her skirt hiked up, his trousers round his ankles with his boxers.

His face turned white realizing he had been caught by his wife's sister. Her face turned to thunder, she wanted to scream and shout at him, but she couldn’t instead she stormed out of his office and back down the stairs as she reached the ground floor she felt someone grab her shoulder.

"Alana, please it's not what it looks like!" his Irish accent hissed, she turned and looked at his hand on her shoulder, he dropped it, he leans in, "Alana...please?" she turns away marching through the exit, he chased after her, "Alana...you can't tell Fiona! It would kill her!"

She got back to her car, knowing she had to break the news to her sister that her husband was a lying cheating scumbag.

Later...

She had twenty three missed calls from Simon, she sat staring ahead trying to figure out how to tell her sister, she didn't notice Dean and her Dad come home, "sweetheart?" Dean collapses down next to her, she wipes her eyes. Dean looks at her concerned, Pete notices her too, "pickle? What's wrong?" Pete looks at her.

She looks between the pair, "sorry Dad, but can I speak to Dean alone?" Pete nods, "ok, I'm going to look for a shirt, Simon has invited us all over for dinner tonight!" Alana looks up at her Dad walking out worried, Dean watched her face turn when Pete was finally out the room he asked her, "sweetheart, what's up?"

"I-I took Mum's lunch in! I thought I'd speak to Simon about, him and Fi and I err I-I er I caught him having sex with a student! I-I don't know what to do, I have to tell her, right?" he wraps his arm around her, "I'm not going to tell you what to do, but what would your sister do if it was the other way round?" he kisses her forehead.

"What did Simon say?" he rubs her back to soothe her, "he doesn't want me to tell her. Now we have to have dinner with him! How can I not? I know what it is like" she huffed, "you know what, we'll go and you stick with me. He won't say anything to you while I'm there. Plus, you can decide what you are going to do, he can't make that decision for you." He pulls her up to stand and they head up to her room to change their clothes.

A few hours later...

She gets up from the table Dean looks up, "I'm just going to use the bathroom!" she mouths to him, he nods, she walks through the kitchen behind Simon hoping he doesn't notice her. But he does, he takes the pan off the heat and grabs her arm stopping her, "Alana! I want to know what you are going to do!?" he hissed at her, she leans forward, "I DON'T KNOW!" she pulls her arm out of his grip.

Unbeknownst to them Dean followed her and watched them from the door frame, he wanted to step in but didn't want to cause a scene.

As she leaves the kitchen through the hall door, Dean wandered in to where Simon is cooking, "hey, how's it going in here?" Simon schooled his expressions and smiled, returning the food to the heat, "great, it should be ready soon!"

"Awesome! Look, I'm not one to beat around the bush, but I know...Alana told me! I'm not going to stand here and pretend it's any of my business because it's not. That's between her and her sister, and them alone! But what is my business is you laying hands on her...." Dean leans in "do it again and I promise it will be the last thing you ever do!" Dean pulls away smiling softly at him, Simon smiles awkwardly back "it smells great by the way!" Dean pats him on the back as Alana walks in to go through to the dining room.

She looks up at Dean, "the other bottle is in the fridge, did you say?" he looks at Simon, who nods, Dean grabs another bottle and puts his arm around Alana leading her to the dining room. "What were you two talking about?" she whispers, "I was just warning him, if he grabs you again....."

"You saw that?" she looks at him horrified, he nods, "believe me, if it happens again....I won't be responsible for what happens next!"

The rest of the meal was awkward, Fifi asked Alana to help her take out the dishes, she avoided Simon's glare.

They placed the plates on the kitchen counter, "right, what's wrong?" Fifi quizzes her sister, she puts on a fake smile, "nothing!" Fifi narrows her eyes at her, "I know somethings up, you have been quiet all evening" Alana takes a deep breath, she wants to tell her then he walks in, "you two forgot these," Simon places the last few plates on the counter.

Alana still avoids him, "me and you, tomorrow, lunch and I'm not taking no for an answer!" Fifi warned her sister, "we have lunch tomorrow" Simon chips in, "no we didn't!" she looks at him confused. "Oh no! It's lunch with the Evans" she quirks her brows at him, "you can go, I don't like Janine anyway...Alana will be saving me from dying a slow death" she giggles.

"Ok, say about one pm?" Fifi nods.

In that moment Alana knew what she was going to do.....

Chapter 19

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Fun fact: I was spoiled for the SPN finale (I'm a new fan so it was inevitable) and I stalled on watching it for days until I finally got the courage to finish it today and I still cried despite knowing what would happen.

So with that said...

If anyone has any wincest post-series long fic recs on ao3, pls drop them. It can be a nobody dies au or a heaven continuation, idc, I just need them to be happy and together.

Thanks in advance, elder wincesties! ♡♡♡

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okay genuinely asking bc i’ve been out of the spn fandom for soooooo long. do newbie wincesties know about invisible boy + two headed boy by dollylux??? like are those fics still in the zeitgeist? bc when i was in the fandom 8-10 years ago it was all anyone ever talked about. it was gospel. it informed EVERYTHING anyone ever believed about pre-series sam&dean. u could reference any scene in them and all the wincest folk would know exactly what you were talking about. imo those fics are THE REASON pre-series feels so rich and real and fully developed. permanently life-altering. permanently fandom altering. their influence cannot be overstated.

please tell me new fans if you’ve read these. and if u haven’t………….no more posting on tumblr dot com until you have. that’s an order!

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