Don’t You Forget About Me
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Sam and Dean drop in on Jody Mills, Claire and Alex after receiving a panicked phone call from Claire. She believes the recent murders in town are Supernatural and wants the boys’ help. However, Sheriff Mills tells Sam and Dean that Claire has been getting into trouble lately as she’s been attacking normal people and accusing them of being monsters.

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Supernatural Season 11 Episode 13 : Love Hurts

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 12 : Don’t You Forget About Me

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 11 : Into the Mystic

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 10 : The Devil in the Details

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 9 : O Brother Where Art Thou?

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 8 : Just My Imagination

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 7 : Plush

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 6 : Our Little World

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 5 : Thin Lizzie

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 4 : Baby

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 3 : The Bad Seed

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 2 : Form and Void

Supernatural Season 11 Episode 1 : Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

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Dean tossed once more, readjusting the blankets and crossing his arms. A look at the alarm on his bedside table told him it was about to be midnight, and the side of his bed was still empty. It took another toss, an attempt to clear his head, and one more look at the clock for him to decide he’d had enough. 

Silently, he grabbed the robe hanging by his desk chair and slipped on a pair of untied, old boots. He had almost reached the door before his steps faltered, and his eyes traveled over the dark shadows of the room. Carefully, he walked to the other side of the room and opened your duffel bag, taking out what he needed. 

The bright neon sign of the hotel shone painfully in his eyes as he stepped outside, a cloud of white crystals knitting itself out of his lips with each breath he took. The Impala was quiet, its shiny black coat blending in with the coal exterior, but the glow from the buildings next to the motel allowed Dean to see a figure sitting behind the wheel. 

With a small sigh, he walked to the passenger’s side of the car, almost flinching as he pulled at the icy door handle and slipped inside. Your shoulders were tense, and your back hunched as you let your forehead rest against the wheel, hands clutching at it. 

“You’re going to get sick,” Dean said softly, cautiously scooting closer to you. 

“I know,” you replied, voice muffled slightly, but you didn’t look up. 

“I have the keys. Do you want me to turn on the heat?” You shook your head. “Okay… Okay, well, I brought you this.” 

He nudged your arm slightly, a soft jacket brushing against your elbow. You took a deep breath in and then let it out, finally straightening up. Without looking at him, you took the jacket and put it on, falling back against the seat. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry, too.” 

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You were right; I was just being an idiot, and—”

“Dean, it’s all right. We both said some stuff I’m sure we regret. Nobody was right,” you sighed, turning him. “Look, I’m stubborn and I needed time to think, that’s all. But I’m really tired and all I want to right now is—what’s that?”

“Oh, um…” Dean chuckled weakly, looking down at the pink stuffed toy in his hands. “I, uh, I wasn’t sure what it would take to get you to come to bed, so I kind of thought this would help me. Just in case. I know it’s your favorite, baby.” 

“It’s the only one,” you mumbled, ears heating quickly as you took the small teddy bear from his hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Please, honey, I’ve seen the giraffe, too,” Dean smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you groaned. “I was sort of going to sing a dumb song with Winky so you would forgive me, but I’m glad that’s not happening anymore. We good?”

“Always, but you even know her name?” you whinned, pressing your cheek against his warm chest as a form of hiding your blushing cheeks.

“Sam told me.” 

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“We passed three burger places on the way back,” Sam said, lifting his fork for another bite. “Dean didn’t stop at any of them.”

“Nope,” Dean confirmed with a grin. He reached to grab himself another roll, hesitated, and grabbed two instead. “Not when I knew you were cooking, Y/N.”

“I’m flattered, but…is it safe to assume you two didn’t have access to food anywhere else while you were gone?” you asked with a laugh. “You two need to slow down and come up for air so I don’t have to heimlich anyone.”

“I am so glad you suggested this family dinner crap,” Dean continued on, undeterred as he took a big bite of his roll. You rolled your eyes with a smile and pulled the bottle of wine away before Sam could reach for it; both of them looked to you.

“Part of this ‘family dinner crap’ was that we would actually sit down and talk. You know, communicate,” you said slowly, as though the word were foreign to them. Dean looked to Sam and then to you, his mouth full and his brow creased.

“Not just eating and drinking and then to our rooms?” he asked, crestfallen. You shook your head.

“Nope. Part of the deal of my meals is actual conversation,” you said. The brothers looked to one another again, eyebrows raised as they silently decided who would begin. Sam cleared his throat and shrugged.

“We ended up getting the vamp that–”

“Swallow your food first!” you exclaimed, dropping your head to your hands and laughing with exasperation as you reminded yourself to be patient when it came to Sam and Dean and their understanding of normal family time.

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**Imagine Sam and Dean Being Extra Ravenous For Your Cooking Whenever They Get Back From a Hunt**