It looks like they’re putting at least a bit more stock than usual into Dean’s hookup, given that they mentioned it in the promo and showed quite a large hickey on his neck. This could be just another hookup for Dean, but there’s a few things that make me think otherwise.
They didn’t show the girl Dean supposedly hooks up with, nor is there any hint given in the promo as to who it could be. There’s three possible reasons as to why: the hookup was not shown on camera and it was just brought up for laughs, because it’s someone we’re already familiar with, or because whoever Dean slept with turned out to be the actual monster they’re hunting (à la Slice Girls). Given that Jensen mentioned at a recent con that Dean has an upcoming love scene, I think we can rule out option one, but option two and three resonate due to plausibility.
If it’s someone we know, then it’s not something that’s coming out of nowhere. I’m going to firmly say at this point that it’s NOT Cas(ifer), just because it really doesn’t seem like the circumstances are right to make it canon in this episode. So who then? Amara? No, Dean would be markedly devastated, and I don’t think Amara wants him sexually (though that’s a discussion for another day). Donna? Unlikely, given that last week was already a Wayward Daughters episode, and they wouldn’t have her just casually sleep with Dean.
And that’s another thing: Dean’s casualness about the affair. If it was someone they knew, he wouldn’t be strutting around, advertising the damn thing on his neck like a prize. So that suggests it was probably a one night stand with a stranger. Just him getting back on the horse (no innuendo intended).
So third option then. Monster?
Here’s where it gets interesting. In the promo, is the monster not a male, dragging away the female victims that he’d seduced? Of course there’s always the possibility that he has a female counterpart, but usually on hunts, the vics have a common profile that links them– in this case, perhaps, namely female.
And even if it weren’t the monster, who’s to say it’s not a guy? They seem to be making a capital-B Big Deal about the episode; the editors even compiled their own promo for it, which they’ve only done for part 2 of season 11 as a whole. And at first glance, it doesn’t appear to be anything special. Just a Valentine’s Day episode, of all things. This suggests something Other, that something game-changing is going to happen in this episode. Maybe it’s the canonization of bi!Dean?
Prompt: @supernaturl-team-free-will :
Can I request where you are Crowleys daughter and you wanna leave to go to earth and when you do you meet Dean him not knowing your Crowleys daughter and smut happens then he finds out … I don’t mind what happens make it your own
The Secret Life of The Misfit Princess (Part Five)
A/N: okay so it’s been a while, sorry!! here’s part five, I hope everybody is ready for one crazy roller coaster because what I have planned for this next is going to hopefully tug on some heart strings!
The morning light stung your eyes as they flickered open. You felt
like you’d been ran over by a truck. You rolled over and let out a
sigh when you felt your hand land on a firm chest. Then you
remembered everything from the night before. The kiss. The fight. How
drunk you were. Your eyes flew open and his eyes were already on you.
Benny grinned over at you and you immediately pushed yourself away.
“Well good morning to you too.” he chuckled. You covered your
face with your hands and shook your head.
“What happened?” you exclaimed in a panic, peeking through your
fingers at him. “We didn’t…?”
“Jesus kid, no!” Benny let out a laugh and rolled out of bed with
all his clothes from the night before still on. Relief washed over
you and you tried to remember what happened. “You and Dean fought,
you stormed off, me and Ruby walked with you but you were too drunk
to bring home or bring you to Ruby’s so I brought you here.”
“Oh thank god… No offence.” you let out. Benny rolled his eyes
and threw you a towel.
“Go get a shower, you stink.” he demanded, pointing to the
washroom. As soon as you stood up your stomach felt the effects of
the night before and you rushed to the toilet, puking up anything and
everything. Benny took a glass of water off of his night stand and
brought it into you, helping you hold your hair back.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” you said once you were finished,
sitting back against the tub and taking small sips of water.
“That’s what best friends are for, right?” Benny chuckled and sat
down next to you. “Now do I need to beat up Dean for you.” You
had almost forgot. All of a sudden you felt sick again. But not
because of the hang over. Because your heart hurt that much.
“I think I love him Benny.” you sighed. “It’s pathetic but I
can’t see any other reason why it would hurt this bad.”
“I know kid. Everyone could see it. But even the people we love
make mistakes.” Benny said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“I know… But the things he said to me.” you cringed at the
thought. You could hear the words coming from his mouth now. “I’m
just going to get a shower and maybe head down to the harbour for a
bit. Clear my head.” Benny nodded and got up to leave.
“Kid?” he said, turning to look at you before leaving the room.
“You’re going to be okay. You’re the toughest person I know. I love
you.” Benny smiled.
“I love you too Ben.” you replied. Benny turned and left the
room. The minute you stepped into the shower you felt all the crap
from the night before wash away. For a while you let your mind clear
of all the pain you were feeling. After washing up you got out and
noticed that Benny had left a pair of his sisters jeans and one of
his flannel tops on the counter for you. You slipped into the clothes
and came back out into Benny’s room.
“There’s my girl. Here take this.” Benny smiled and handed you
another glass of cold water and two pills. “For the headache.”
“Thanks.” you said, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the
cheek. You swallowed back the pills and sat on the bed, hauling on a
pair of socks. “Got any paint?” you asked. Benny smiled and went
to his closet.
“What colours?” he asked.
“Blue, red and black.” you replied. He came out with three cans
of spray paint and handed them to you to put in your bag.
“Don’t go getting into trouble, you hear?” Benny let out.
“I won’t.” you smiled and walked past him.
“And kid? I know you don’t want to hear it but… Dean’s a good
guy. Give him a second chance.” he said. You smiled and slowly
nodded before leaving the room and headed for the front door.
Benny didn’t live far from the harbour so it was an easy walk. You
put in your headphones and tuned out the world around you as you
listened to David Bowie on bust. You tried to block out everything.
Bury the pain. You stopped when you came to the spot. The ally where
you first felt something for Dean. But you didn’t want to think about
that right now.
You snuck through the loose fence board and made your way into the
ally. Everything was the same. The empty bottle of vodka was still on
the ground where you left it. Yours and the others paintings were
still on the walls. But Dean was missing. Before when you thought
back to that night, you laughed. You were so happy. And Dean was part
of that. Now when you looked back on it, it felt like a lie.
And you pushed it back again, trying to clear your mind which is what
you came to do. You started to paint. You didn’t know what at first.
But it seemed the anger inside of you came out with every movement as
you sprayed your feelings on to the wall. It was the only way to get
it out. You wanted to push it down but you had no control.
Involuntarily you started to cry, your tears blurring your vision.
You kept painting.
You stopped painting when you ran out of tears. Looking up at the
wall you fell back against the wall behind you and slumped down to
the ground. You held your head in your hands and sighed. You were
emotionally exhausted. You’d never poured so much of yourself into
art before. You couldn’t believe he could do that to you.
You reached over in your bag and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels
that you had from the night before. It was only half gone and you
decided to take a few swigs. You kept your gaze on the wall in front
of you. It was half of your face done in black and red. You made
tears with the blue paint. The other half of your face was covered
with a blue heart with a big black x through it. At the very bottom
of the painting were the words “the cold hearted bitch that
everyone thinks you are – by nobody…”
You smiled and took another swig of Jack. You heard the loose fence
board move and quickly got up afraid it was Jody Mills coming to bust
you again. You were almost relieved when you seen Cas appear from the
ally. But then you remembered everything he had said last night. How
important you were to Dean. That was all a lie now too.
“H-hey.” he said softly. You gave him the fakest smile and sat
back in your spot against the wall.
“What do you want?” you snarled.
“Benny said I’d find you here. It took a bit to get him to give you
up, wasn’t easy.” Cas chuckled. You kept a straight face and stared
back at the wall again. Cas came and sat next to you, grabbing your
bottle of Jack and taking a swig, cringing at the sting of alcohol as
it slipped down his throat. “How do you drink that straight. That’s
“Cas… why are you here?” you sighed, looking over to him. His
smile left his face and he stared intently at you.
“He’s sorry you know.” Cas half smiled. You rolled your eyes
feeling tears coming on again.
“I know he is… Doesn’t make up for what he did, what he said.”
you let out, gesturing to the wall. Cas looked up at the painting.
“You don’t seriously think he meant that, do you? You don’t think
that’s who you are, right?” Cas asked. Your silence was answer
enough as you stared down at your feet. “Y/N. I know I don’t know
you that well but you most certainly are not a cold hearted bitch.
And I know Dean and I know he never meant it. He’s just an idiot and
he says stupid things that hurt the people that he loves because he’s
so scared of losing them. Trust me, I’ve known him for a while and
I’ve had my fair share of it.”
“And Lisa? What about Lisa Cas?” you shouted. Cas sighed. He
didn’t know what to say.
“It was a mistake Y/N. He knows that. You know what he said when
you left?” Cas exclaimed.
“What?” you said through gritted teeth.
“She said you were nothing. He told her to get out. He said you
were everything.” Cas smiled. You paused and let your eyes land on
the painting again. You felt tears stream down you face again and you
quickly ran your hands under your eyes, trying to stop.
“You know what? Tell Dean he’s going to have to do a lot better
than sending the puppy dog eyed best friend to clean up his mess.”
you shouted as you stood up and gathered your things. You started to
walk away but Cas grabbed your arm. “Let me go.” you screamed,
tears streaming. Cas pulled you into him and you couldn’t help but
let it all out in his arms.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I know it hurts. It’ll be better soon, I promise.”
he said as he held you close to him, brushing your hair back out of
your face. Cas walked you out to the parking lot at the harbour where
he was parked. You got in his car and he started to drive.
“Where are we going?” you asked, sniffing as you wiped away
“Where do you want to go?” Cas smiled over at you.
“Can we go watch a movie.” you asked trying to put on a smile.
Cas nodded and drove to the theatre. When you got there he bought you
popcorn and got the tickets. You went to see Star Wars, you were both
fans. You were feeling a bit better but every now and then you caught
yourself crying. Cas reached over when he saw you crying once and
held your hand.
None of it meant anything, he was just being a nice guy. He wanted to
fix things, for your sake and Dean’s. Cas was slowly becoming a good
friend. You smiled and squeezed his hand for comfort as you laid your
head on his shoulder. Cas smiled down at you.
“I just wish it didn’t hurt so much, you know? I wish he never did
that to me.” you whispered.
Dean watched as you left the ally with Cas’ arm around, basically
holding you up for support. He knew you’d be there. He hated himself for doing that to you.
You were so strong, you shouldn’t need someone to hold you up, you
should be able to do that on your own. But he hurt you. He couldn’t
take back what he did. Once the coast was clear and you and Cas were
gone, Dean got out of his car and headed into the ally.
He thought back to that very first night he spent with you. He
couldn’t believe how hard he had fallen for you in just one night.
The way you made him feel. He wondered if he’d ever get that back. He
looked up at the wall and saw the painting you did that night. Next
to it was a new painting. Still beautiful but angry. His heart sank
when he read the words.
hearted bitch that everyone thinks you are… -by nobody
Anger boiled inside of Dean as he stared at the words. He wasn’t mad
at you, though he did hate it when you called yourself nobody. No, he
was mad at himself. He couldn’t believe he put you down like that.
After all the times he tried to bring you up. In just a few simple
words he had taken that all away.
Dean slammed his fist against the brick wall. He stared down at the
ground and saw the bottle of Jack you had left behind. He picked it
up and took a swig. It stung his throat but he felt he deserved the
pain. He deserved a lot of things right now. He threw the bottle at
the wall in anger and let the glass fly back at him, getting a cut on
“Damn it.” he shouted. Dean was never going to forgive himself
for this. He didn’t know if you would but he had to hope. The sound
of sirens scared him off and he made his way out of the ally and back
to his car. He knew you wouldn’t forgive him today, or tomorrow.
Maybe he would try Monday. Maybe Monday you would forgive him.
You spent the rest of your weekend either in your room alone, like
usual, or in Benny’s room, with Benny. On Saturday night you drank
there, just the two of you. You got drunk on a bottle of wine while
you listened to Radiohead on vinyl. You tried not to think of Dean
but it was impossible not to. But you didn’t cry because you
couldn’t. You couldn’t let yourself. You had your moment of tears and
heartache and now it was time to move on.
Sunday you got up and picked up Benny and went out for breakfast at
the local diner. You had pancakes and coffee and Benny had bacon and
eggs. He did up a playlist for you on cassette which you thought was
cheesy but the two of you listened to it all morning while driving.
You drove two hours out of town before realizing you even left.
You picked up a hitch hiker on the way back named Bob, but you didn’t
think that was his real name at the time. He was a couple years older
than you and Benny and he was trying to get to town because he found
out that his birth mother lived there and was sick. He wanted to meet
her before she passed away. He told you about all the places he had
been from hitch hiking all the way from New York City, the people he
met. You found it fascinating the stories he had to tell.
By the time you got in town he had told you his real name was Scott.
He didn’t know why he made up a fake name, but he said he never told
anyone his real name the whole entire trip. You dropped him off at
his mothers and watched as he met her for the first time. You even
cried a little. That’s the first time you thought of Dean since the
minute you woke up.
You told Benny that when school was over, the two of you were going
hitch hiking just for the hell of it. He agreed and you both pinky
swore to do it. He brought you home and your parents yelled at you
for being gone so long and not answering your phone. You turned on
your walkman and put your headphones in and turned on the cassette
tape that Benny gave you, completely blocking them out and storming
up to your room.
The first song on the cassette was Friday I’m In Love by The Cure.
You laughed because he was trying to toy with your emotions. You were
in love on Friday. And now you weren’t, or at least you didn’t want
to be. Only you and Benny had that kind of humour and it didn’t make
you sad. You just laughed. And then you went to sleep, dreading the
As you pulled into the parking lot of school the first thing your
eyes landed on was his jet black Impala. The car was beautiful. Not
anymore. It made you sick. As you parked you grabbed a cigarette and
lit it. You knew you were going to need a lot of those today.
Headphones in and walkman on you casually walked into school,
purposely a few minutes late, listening to Mr. Jones by Counting
Crows. Benny had made a really good tape.
Dean’s eyes immediately landed on you and his breath hitched in the
back of his throat. You wouldn’t even look his way. He watched as you
ran into Ruby’s arms, kissing her cheek and passing her a cigarette
without the teachers around noticing. He wanted to walk up to you and
he would of but Cas’ hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his
“Not right now man.” Cas sighed. “See that smile. You don’t
want to take that away right now. Just wait.” Dean nodded. He knew
Cas was right. But he also knew that was a fake smile. Still, fake or
not, he couldn’t take it away.
You watched him in the corner of your eye as Cas put a hand on his
shoulder and stopped him from walking over to you. You thanked Cas
for that. You weren’t ready to face him. Not yet. The bell rang and
you made your way to English. The only thing keeping you together
this morning was the thought of talking about Shakespeare for an
entire hour. And Dean wasn’t in that class. But he was in Bio.
When the bell rang you had five minutes until the next class started.
You gathered your things and quickly went to the parking lot, hauling
out a cigarette and lighting it, taking a long draw and then sighing
as you blew out the smoke. You couldn’t believe you were acting this
way over a boy. But you couldn’t help it.
You rummaged through your bag and looked for your keys and that’s
when you felt his hand on your arm. You turned slowly and met his
green eyed gaze that was locked on you. You froze. You couldn’t
speak. You couldn’t even look at him without feeling sick.
“Going somewhere? Not skipping class because of me, are you?”
Dean half smiled and that’s when you felt the anger boil up inside
you. You shook his hand off and slapped his face. Dean’s eyes grew
wide and you raised your hand to your mouth, not expecting yourself
to do that either. “Alright, I deserved that.” Dean chuckled.
Your face went blank and you turned away from him. Dean put a hand on
your shoulder to turn you back towards him and that’s when you
“Don’t touch me.” you yelled, turning back toward him. “You-
you fucked up. Deal with it.”
“I’m trying to. Can’t you see that.” Dean spoke harshly.
“I mean leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want
to look at you.” you screamed. Dean’s head dropped down and he
stared at the ground for a bit before looking back up at you. You
wouldn’t even look him in the eye.
“You’re hurt, I get it, I’m-” Dean started but you cut in.
“No Dean. No. I’m mad. I’m furious. I’m past hurt. I hurt all
Friday night and all Saturday. Now I’m pissed.” you said through
gritted teeth. Dean knew you weren’t lying, he could see the anger in
“Alright. Okay. Just don’t leave school because of me.” he said.
“I’m not leaving because of you Dean. I always skip school. I don’t
like school and I can leave when ever I want and I don’t need it to
be because of you.” you snarled. Dean shook his head and put up his
hands in surrender. He backed away from you and you quickly got in
your car and drove off.
Dean stormed back inside. Cas was waiting to ask him what happened
but Dean walked on by. But he didn’t look angry or hurt. Cas was
surprised and quickly caught up to him.
“What happened?” he asked. Dean wore a foolish grin and turned to
Cas, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Why are you so happy?”
“She’s not hurt. Well maybe she is somewhere deep down. But right
now, she’s just angry. I can fix that.” Dean smiled. Cas furrowed
his brows and looked at Dean with confusion. “It’s only one day.
I’ll try again tomorrow.”