dean is a better father than john ever was

Breaking Point

This is my entry for @roxy-davenport’s July Challenge. This is SOOOO late and I am soooo sorry!

PROMPTS: “Am I going to have to tell you what to do the entire time?” AND “Shut up and kiss me.”
CHARACTERS: Female reader, John Winchester, Original characters
RATING: Explicit
WARNINGS: Language, hunting, witches/demons, slight injury, explicit sexual content
WORD COUNT: 5969

TAGS: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mrs-squirrel-chester, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @manawhaat, @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @kittenofdoomage, @winchesterswoonathon, @crzcorgi, @mamapeterson

Originally posted by zaleplon

“This is fucking ridiculous.”

You shook your head as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a deep sigh escaping your lips. You winced as you shifted around, tugging at the material that refused to budge. A knock sounded at the bathroom door and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“Well, you don’t have to wear this … shit.”

You heard John’s throaty chuckle, and you narrowed your eyes at your reflection. You raised your eyebrows, then glanced up at the ceiling, whispering softly.

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There and Back Again (Part 1)

Originally posted by thehillywoodshow

Summary: John Winchester shows up at Bobby’s out of the blue, causing some problems 

Song Inspiration: There and Back Again, by Daughtry

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: language, angst, threatened violence

A/N: This one’s a little longer, and I have some ideas to keep it going if there’s any interest for a part 2! Hope you enjoy it!


You hummed along to the radio as you pulled into the long dirt driveway. It was a beautiful fall day, and even though the boys had made you go out on a supply run, you were in a good mood. Besides, if you wanted anything real to eat you had to be the one to go. Dean would only come back with pie and other junk food, Sam would buy health food crap, and Bobby would only bring home whiskey and some questionable pre-made meals.

You pulled in next to the impala, casting an admiring gaze over the old car. As much as you loved your truck, the impala had a special place in your heart. She was so very much Dean. Flashy and sexy, but underneath, as classic and reliable as they come.

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That Boy Is A Monster

Request-Hello! I read the last imagine that you post it and I had an Idea for an imagine request. You had a boyfriend that was supernatural and Sam and Dean approve because he treats you like he should, he’s always there for you he protects you.You’ve been dating for a long time but while you were research for a hunt John knocks on the bunker door, you try to hide him but John finds him and he keeps insisting that the reader tells him who he is and instead of telling him she just starts kissing him and John insists that she tells him who he is and instead of telling him she just kisses him in front of TWF and John and just says “My boyfriend”. John scolds her but she snaps at him and he backs off and he tries to separate them but TFW makes him leave

Word count-1084

Warnings-Mild swearing

A/n- Would you guys like it if I started drabbles? Maybe when I reach 300. Oh and I have another anti John fic coming soon which is similar to this one :)

Tag- @evyiione

Who knew a werewolf hunt would lead to you meeting the most amazing boyfriend you ever had. Call it cheesy but as soon as you layed eyes on James’s piercing blue eyes you knew he was yours. There was one tiny little problem…he’s a werewolf. You were so close to loosing him as your older brothers were about to kill him. It took a lot and you mean a lot of talking and a few kicks in the balls to stop Dean hurting James. But they finally came through and gave you permission to date him.

Which leads you to now. “And the pie for you Dean.” James says sliding the pie to Dean.

“You’re a good man slash werewolf James. Very good.” Dean says rubbing his hands looking at the pie.

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Waiting Game

Characters: Dean, Sam, reader

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: arguing, fluff

Word count: 1775

Summary: when you want to start a family and give up the hunter life, you’re not sure you’re ready to ask Dean to give up hunting for you so you can start a family together.

A/N: this didn’t go how I expected it to and I’ve never written anything like this before so I hope it’s okay

You loved Dean with your whole heart, but things between you were always hard. You both grew up as hunters, being brought up in the life affected you both differently. Dean decided to make it his profession, you however decided that the hunter life was not for you. Your parents died when you were 16, and you decided enough was enough, you decided to give up hunting. Of course, getting out of the life is never easy, you have monsters coming at you left, right and centre. Sometimes you find cases, and instead of calling some other hunters to get them in on the job, you would just take care of it yourself. On one hunt, you met the love of your life, Dean Winchester.

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Some awesome title

Warnings: pretty sad and probably badly written

FIRST EVER FANFIC BY ME @messy-buns-and-shotguns

It was the first father’s day without John Winchester. Your brothers were, as usual, not showing any emotion about it. You carried on with the day as if nothing ever happened but inside you were breaking even more… You returned to the bunker with your little brother Sammy, since Dean was out at a bar. You really thought you’d be able to handle yourself better than this. ‘You’re an adult!’ You think. ‘Get yourself together!’ But the moment you see Sammy’s face scrunch up a bit, and his head go down as he’s pretending to read, all your sappiness comes out at once.
You take the lore book away from his hands, uncurling his fingers gently. “Sammy…”
“No, Y/N. We’re not doing this whole mushy ‘he’s in a better place now’ thing. He’s gone. He’s dead and he’s not coming back!” His voice breaks on the last words. You remember when that voice was 10 years old, squeaking when you gave him The Talk. When that small dorky head of his turned around in bed to meet your sparkling Y/E/C eyes that looked like heaven through his tears.
All you could do was hold him. Be the shoulder he cried on; and he does. His whole body shakes against you as you rub your hand in circles on his back. Last time he was like this, he left for college. You can’t leave him like that. Not ever. So you sit on the table there, holding your baby brother once again as he lets his eyes leak into your shirt.
“Sammy I’m here. It’s going to be okay.
“Sam. Sam hey you’re getting my favorite flannel all wet!” And you feel his head turn slightly and you see his dimples as you wipe his tears away and he smiles a genuine, sweet, toothy grin. You wipe away his last few drips as your phone buzzes in your butt.
“Dean where are you?”
“The- the baaarr can you… sweetheart can you pleeeaaase drive meh home?!” Dean slurs out.
“I’m on my way don’t move, Dean.” You hang up the phone and turn to Sam.
“You gonna be alright pip-sqeak?”
“Yeah, yeah go ahead.”
You’re in the impala with Dean riding shotgun when the music suddenly changes and blares into your ears and probably across the world.
“I see the somethin’ blah blah waay!” Your older brother yells off beat as he leans against the window.
Since when did Dean like Clearance Clearwater? You don’t mind, as its your favorite song, but out of all his cassettes, he picks that? Your thoughts are interrupted by “I KNOW the end is COMING soon!”
You pull into the garage and walk around to the passenger seat to retrieve your passed out brother. As you touch his knee to lift him up, he stirs and yells at you.
“Y/N why’d you do it?!”
“Dean I didnt do any-”
“It’s your fault, Y/N. He’s dead and it’s your fault!” Dean’s drunk, you think. He’s not thinking clearly.
You carry/drag Dean into the war room, and lay him down on the chairs. “Brother, I hope you remember this.” You say as you pinch his jaw with your hand and squirt the foul tasting holy water into his throat. He coughs but you make sure he swallows it. No burning… just drunk Dean. You almost wished it was a demon and not your brother. You can’t stand when someone says these things to you. You climb into your bed after checking on Sam in his room, and fall asleep literally as soon as your head touches the pillow.

You feel something touch your shoulder and you instinctively grab your knife and sit up, only to discover it was Dean. You put your knife down and sigh as he says, “Y/N/N, I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean any of it I-” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” You pretend you didn’t hear him, and roll out of bed to the shooting range downstairs. You know he’s following you, but you don’t care anymore. You make it down and pick up a 9mm, hang up your target, and push it back the farthest it will go. Out of the corner of your eye, You see Dean putting on his earphones, and you start to shoot. After what seemed like hours, you reel in your target and mark up your points. Dean looks at what you’re writing and you can *feel* him straightening up. You grin as you mark the highest score on the board, and go upstairs to get breakfast, when Dean turns you around.
“Y/N. We have to talk about this at some point. Hell, just scream at me. Hit me! Do something damn it!” What hurt Dean Winchester the most, however, was a, “I forgive you,” from his little sister. The little sister who holds grudges, who saved his ass on multiple hunts. Who stood up for him in front of John. His baby sister who knew he needs time and who is always the responsible one.
You and Dean silently walk up the stairs. You, your eyes straight ahead and not blinking, and Dean, his jaw hanging a little too low, and his candy apple green eyes a little too gloomy.
You are almost up the stairs when Sam comes over with two plates of steaming waffles. You smile and giggle a little as you reach up to take one from his big hands. You find all three of you sitting on the couch watching Scooby-Doo and eating your waffles with speed. (A habit from when you were a kid.) You look around at your two tall brothers and forget about yesterday. You know you can move on. Everything is all perfect right now, and that’s all that matters. You even forget about that ghoul you were getting ready to hunt the day before…

John Winchester: “Dean, I’m sorry.”

Most fans: “Shut up you bastard!! After all you did you’re apologizing? After trying to protect your boys from the dangerous world. After preparing them to protect themselves from all the supernatural. “Sorry” doesn’t magically make everything better John.”

Mary: “I’m sorry.”

Most fans: “Oh Mary! *sobs*
You made a deal with a demon to bring back John and all the demon wants in return is to enter your home in 10 years. You leave the hunting life behind. You don’t even tell John about all dangerous things in the world. You don’t even try to protect your family. You stupidly forget about making a freaking demon deal. You don’t even demon proof your house. But all that doesn’t really matter since you told Sammy that you’re sorry. Awwwww.”

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*John hugs Dean and Sam*

Most fans: “Whatever.. who cares?”

*Dean hugs Sam, Benny, Garth, Bobby and Charlie*

Most fans: Omg!! Dean finally realizes that hugging people is okay and that it doesn’t make him less of a man like John made Dean think. *goes into some fanon theory about how John would not tolerate Dean hugging other men because it’s unmanly and then proceed to treat it as a canon fact*

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John to Dean: “I just want you to know that I am so proud of you.”

Most fans: “John never told Dean that he’s proud of him! Oh, he did? Doesn’t matter.. it was said too late for it to be considered valid proof that he was proud of Dean.”

Some random character who was nice to Dean (Sonny): “I’m proud of you.”

Most fans: *crying* “He loves Dean so freaking much. He’s a better father to Dean than John could ever be. He told Dean he was proud of him. I’m sure he would die for Dean!!” *sobs*.

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*John breaks possession of the yellow eyed demon Azazel because of his love for Dean*

Most fans: …*Pretends that never happened*

*Bobby overpowers some random black eyed demon*

Most fans: “Bobby! He loves Dean like a son. He deserves to be his father. He actually overpowered a random black eyed demon because of his love for his boy.” *Cries*

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*John’s spirit crawls out of freaking hell to help his sons kill Azazel*

Most fans: *Not impressed* “I hope he went back to hell. He would have gone to hell even of he hadn’t sold his soul because he’s a bad person. Who cares if he was a good man who hunted monster to protect his family and random strangers? He fanonly beat Dean and Sam so he deserves to go back to hell.”

*Mary’s spirit fights off some random demon to save her sons*

Most fans: “OMG!! Mary is so badass! Fighting off a demon that wants to hurt her boys! If she was alive she’d protect Dean and Sam! Oh god I love her so much! She deserves to be in Heaven!!”

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*Fans randomly theororize that John would not approve of Benny being Dean’s friend. And go on hating John even more, based on that head-canon as if it was actually canon fact*

*Both Sam and Bobby have a fit and are angry that Dean is friends with Benny*

Same Fans who hate John for theoretically being angry about Benny: “You know.. they do have a point about being angry. I’m sure they’ll love Benny after they spend more time with him and they’ll be okay with their friendship.”

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*Fans theororize that John would always beat Dean based on facial expression that according to them is the facial expression of someone who is physically abused*

*Crowley canonly abused his son physically*

Most fans: “Who cares? Crowley’s son isn’t Dean or Sam so it doesn’t matter. Crowley just wants to be loved!!” *wipes tears*

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Bobby to Dean, “Suck it up, princess!”, “You’re not a person” , “Idjits” , “Son of a bitches”
Fans: “Hahaha. Oh Bobby..!!”

John: “Kiddo” , “Son” , “Sammy” , “Buddy”.

Most fans: *Forget how John would use these words when talking to his boys and that he talked to them in a much more respectful way than any characters have. That he never talked so lowly about them or at them unlike almost every other characters.*

Same fans: *Claim that John would degrade Dean for being a “pretty boy”, that he would talk to Dean and Sam like they were gum on his shoe, that he would always put them down for doing unmanly things and that he would tell them not to get emotional when things go bad.. to “suck it up and take it like a man”*,

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*John goes to hell just so Dean gets another chance to live his life.*

Most fans: “Omg! That selfish bastard!! He knew that Dean would find out and feel guilty about it. He just want to cause Dean more emotional trauma!!”

*Dean goes to hell because he wanted Sam to live*

Most fans: “Oh Dean!! Oh my feels!! Dean loves Sammy so much that he sold his soul for him!! Too bad that Sam found out.. Who care if Sam feels guilty? It doesn’t really matter anyways. What matters is that Dean is willing to burn in hell for his Sammy to live!!” *sobs in a corner*

rainygalaxynerd  asked:

Hey, I really enjoy your SPN metas. I was curious about your view on the W. brothers' childhood. Or, about one specific detail about it, anyways - I agree the rest is canon or implied through the characters' actions throughout the show. How do you know John was an alcoholic? I've seen many interpretations, but as far as I've heard he's never been seen drinking on the show. Is it your (and many others') headcanon or do you know something for real? Please tell :)

Hey - again, thanks for your question - I apologize if I couldn’t get on it right away. So, the truth is - I love writing fanfiction, and I do enjoy writing metas as well, but I haven’t been in the fandom very long (and never knew what belonging to a fandom even meant until last year) and trying to do some research into this question really reminded me of that. Because, I have to admit, I never even thought about this issue, but apparently there is a fierce, brutal divide between people who see John as an abusive drunk in canon and people who don’t - and this divide seems to run, rather neatly, along the fault line of that other split in our fandom (which means, quite honestly, that most of what I read about John today I simply can’t take very seriously).

No, I think it all boils down to - once again - what we do with our subtext. Do we see it? Do we believe it? Do we think it’s there for a reason?

If the answer to those questions is no, then John is - sort of alright. Sure, he did leave his boys alone now and then, and Sam and Dean didn’t have the easiest relationship with him, but we never saw him drunk or violent on screen, and that’s that.

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Title: Surprise! Here Comes Baby Winchester! (part 4 for To Dream of Normal Things)

Words: 540

Requests: Part 4 for the pregnancy one!!! Where Cas and Charlie find out!! Please please please!!!!!

A/N: I’ve not really written much fluff, so if you let me know how I did, I’d really appreciate it!

Two months had gone by since Sam learned of Y/N’s pregnancy. The idea of Dean having a family grew on him, since he saw how genuinely happy the couple was. 

Y/N was now five months pregnant and she was defiantly showing it. Her baby bump protruded, almost half the size of a large watermelon. Nearly all her clothes were too tight. Y/N’s shirts stretched across her torso and her jeans didn’t fit either. Most of the time she’d try to wear leggings or yoga pants, but she was soon forced to buy maternity clothing. The maternity clothes made her feel so unlike herself, so strange and oddly normal, unlike the tough hunter she really was. 

Dean and Y/N always had time to kill. Most days they’d help Sam research for his cases or noting omens to keep an eye on. About once a week Y/N and Dean would take an outing to the grocery store. Y/N had pointed out that she couldn’t go through the pregnancy living off food from connivence stores. The burgers, cookies, and chips weren’t going to cut it. While the couple was shopping they decided to pick up dinner. 

Dean and Y/N invited Cas and Charlie over for dinner at to give them them the news. 

Y/N stood  in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She was the best at cooking so they boys left the meal making to her. Dean snuck up behind her, pecking her on the neck. 

“Dean!” she said, surprised. 

His hand moved to her stomach. “How’s Little Winchester doing?”

“Pretty good, but a little squirmy.” Y/N said, turning to face Dean.

He knelt before Y/N, holding her belly. 

“Hey LW. You wiggling around in there? Hmm? Are you excited to meet new Charlie and Cas?” Dean said. 

Y/N smiled. She loved when Dean talked to their baby. It showed his vulnerable side, his truly gentle nature. Dean always wanted a family, and now he’d have one. And he was determined to be a better father than John ever dreamed of. 

Charlie knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. She hadn’t seen the Winchesters in years, and had lots to tell them. Cas stood next to her, excited too, yet he didn’t show it. Over the past few months he’d been to busy to drop by. But he couldn’t deny that he missed the Winchesters and was glad to be seeing Sam and Dean again. 

Dean quickly made his way to the door, instantly hit by Charlie’s embrace. 

“Dean!” she exclaimed, hugging him tight. 

Dean chuckled. “Hey there kiddo.” 

Charlie smiled brightly, like she always did, hugging Sam next. 

“Hey Charlie.” the younger brother said. 

Cas strolled in. “Hello Dean.”

“Hey Cas.” Dean said, wrapping his arms around the angel. 

When she was done hugging Sam, Charlie turned to see Y/N and her baby bump. 

“Y/N?” she asked. 

Charlie and Y/N had met and only seen each other a handful of times, so it was only natural for Charlie to be shocked to with Y/N’s pregnancy. 

Y/N nodded, giggling a little bit. Charlile walked over to her, examining her belly. 

“You’re pregnant?”

“Mhmm.” Y/N answered. 

Spinning on her heal, Charlie placed her hands on her hips, looking at the boys questioningly. 

“Who’s the baby daddy?” 

Dean slowly raised his hand, proud of being the daddy to be.

Charlie pulled Y/N and Dean under her arms, hugging them simultaneously. “Congratulations guys!”

“So what do you think Cas?” Y/N asked the angel.

“I knew already.” he said, plainly. 

“Of course you did.” 

“Do you want to know the gender? I know that too.” Cas asked.

Y/N turned, to Dean, her eyes full of excitement. “Do we?”

“Yea, let us hear it.” Dean replied.

“Y/N, Dean, your child is female. You’re going to have a daughter.” Cas informed them.

Dean’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “A girl?”

“Yes.”

Y/N’s hand moved to her belly, her hands softly rubbing their baby. Dean watched her reaction carefully, waiting for her to speak. 

Dean couldn’t be happier. He’d be glad to have a son or daughter. But now that he knew, he couldn’t contain his excitement. 

“We’re gonna have a little baby girl!” he exclaimed, pulling Y/N into a hug. 

“Is she healthy Cas?” Y/N asked. 

“She’s perfectly fine.” Castiel assured her. 

The hunters and the angel sat to eat, Castiel, didn’t actually eat, but sat with them anyways. 

“So, have you thought about any names yet?” Charlie asked. 

Y/N and Dean hadn’t even considered names yet. They still had four months to decide on one. 

“Not really, we probably should though. I do like the name Charlotte though.” Y/N said, looking to Dean. 

“That’s a good name.” Dean agreed. 

“Well you guys still have time to think about it.” Charlie said. 

Charlotte. Dean liked it. It was a good, wholesome name. He could see his daughter with that name. 

After a few beers and hours of catching up, Cas and Charlie headed out with promises of keeping in touch. Y/N and Dean sat on the couch, tired from an eventful day. 

“Are you happy?” Y/N asked, her fingers playing with Dean’s hand. 

“About what?” he asked. 

Y/N lifted her face. “About us having a girl?”

“Heck yea! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I don’t know. I thought you might want a boy you could throw the baseball around with and teach to fix cars.”

“Hey, listen to me. I’m ecstatic with either. Having a little girl means I’ll get to take her to ballet classes, try to braid her hair, when you’re busy. And hell, I get to scare off any boys who’ll want to date her.” Dean explained. 

Y/N was satisfied with that answer. She snuggled closer to Dean, closing her sleepy eyes. 

“Dean Winchester, you’re going to be an great dad.” 

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Missing in action

You had been running for a while now—breathing hard, as your muscles starting getting sore and your body—weak from the torture. All you could see while you huffed through the trail was the woods. You looked back to glance if anyone was following you before you continued to get yourself out of the never-ending forest. You had very little memory of this place as you passed the bushy layers. Your arm had cuts from the thrones of the bushes that had never been trimmed. You were in pain. You had been captured and tortured by a demon to get information on where your brothers were. When you refused to tell, he shocked you and hit you to a point where you were bruised up as purple as a grape. Blood oozed through every single pore of your body. He gave you time to recover and started the process all over again. Even though he tried to break you every single day over a long period of time, you’d refused to give him any information about your brothers. You’d die for them before you got them killed. Every day, when the doors to the dark room you were tied up in, opened, you wanted to believe that Dean was there to rescue you, and every day, you were wronged when the demon walked in with his torture tray. 

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for-the-sake-of-not-waking-up  asked:

John Winchester is the reason Dean hates himself so damn much. I hate him so much, that I think burning in Hell is too light of a punishment for him. If I could see Dean, the real Dean, what I would say to him is: "You're a better man than your daddy ever was, Dean Winchester.". I just.... FUCKING JOHN WINCHESTER YOU ASSHOLE WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE DEAN HATE HIMSELF SO MUCH?!

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT!

YOU KNOW WHAT I WISH? I WISH WHEN DEAN WENT TO HELL AND STARTED TORTURING SOULS THAT ONE OF THOSE SOULS WAS JOHN. BECAUSE IF ANYONE HAS THE RIGHT TO BEAT THE HOLY FUCK OUT OF THAT MAN, IT’S DEAN MOTHERFUCKING WINCHESTER.

AND DEAN IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIS FATHER. HE’S THE RIGHTEOUS MAN. HE’S THE ONE AN ANGEL OF THE LORD FELL FOR, DIED FOR, RISKED EVERYTHING FOR.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS WHY I SHIP DESTIEL SO MUCH. BECAUSE DEAN SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE FEELING LIKE SHIT. HE THOUGHT HE WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH. AND I FEEL LIKE AN ANGEL FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM AND SEEING THE GOOD IN HIM IS A GOOD WAY TO PROVE TO DEAN THAT HE IS GOOD AND A MILLION TIMES BETTER THAT JOHN.

FUCK JOHN. FUCK HIM RIGHT IN THE ASS WITH A TEN INCH CACTUS I HATE HIM SO MUCH.

Who Was She?

Summary: Sam and your son visit you for your birthday.

Word Count: 1,595

Warnings: Angst, all the angst, feels, Death

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Author’s Note: @oriona75 :) 

“Daddy… Can you tell me about Momma?” Sam’s son looked up at him with those wide eyes that he could never say no to.

“Your momma was wonderful, John. She was so smart that even Uncle Dean couldn’t argue with her.” John’s attention was solely on his father now as he listened to the words he’d heard a hundred times before. “She could hunt better than anyone I’d ever met but still looked like heaven when she was done. Your mom was the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

“What about her singing, Daddy.” A small smile tugged at Sam’s lips.

“She could sing like angels, John. She’d always hum when she was walking around the kitchen cooking. She had these little songs she’d make up and sing on long car rides that would drive Uncle Dean crazy and she’d just laugh and tell him to deal with it.”

“Are we gonna go tell Momma happy birthday tomorrow?” Sam nodded before pulling the covers up to John’s chin.

“Yeah, we are, little man. Get some rest and after breakfast we’ll go talk to your momma.”

“Night, Daddy!” The words came out garbled at the end of a yawn and Sam knew his son would be asleep before he made it back to his own room.


It was barely six o’clock when Sam woke from his sleep with dreams of you dancing on the edge of his consciousness. He rolled over and his eyes met the picture he kept on the side table. Sam couldn’t help but smile at the photo, you had just told Sam you were pregnant with John and Dean had snapped a picture of the radiant smile that had spread across your features.

Sam rolled out of bed and groggily padded his way through the halls of the bunker to the kitchen. Dean was already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of him.  The elder Winchester nodded at his brother before tilting his head towards the almost full pot of coffee.

“I’m taking John to see Y/N today, you coming with us?” Sam’s voice was sleep weary as he poured his cup of coffee.

“Yeah, we should probably take the kid out for lunch or something after…” There was a sadness weighing heavy when Dean spoke. “He’s getting older and it might mess with him, ya know?” Sam nodded. He knew John was growing up and your absence was starting to affect him more and more each day. It wasn’t long before the tell tale signs that John was awake rang through the bunker. His giggles sounded from his room and Sam stood from his seat at the table to collect him.

When Sam opened the door to the bedroom you’d decorated for your son a smile tugged at his lips. John was sitting on his bed with a toy cell phone pressed to his ear and he was pretending to talk on it. Sam’s cheerfulness quickly dissolved into a bittersweet taste in the back of his throat when he heard his son’s words.

“Daddy misses you, Mommy, Uncle Dean misses you, too.” John had a smile on his face but his words were far too wise for a child of only six. “I know you’re in heaven, Uncle Cas told me. He said you’re with the angels now. Do you like it with the angels? Are they nice?” There was a pause as if he was listening to someone answer him. “I bet you’re the prettiest angel there.”

Sam cleared his throat and John looked up from his lap. The father forced a smile onto his features and his son’s answering grin was all it took to keep it there. “Talking to your mom?”

John nodded sheepishly. “I know she can’t hear me but it’s fun to pretend.”

Sam sat on the edge of John’s bed and felt it dip under his weight. “She can hear you, buddy. She’s listening to everything you say to her. Your momma knows how much you love her and I want you to never forget that you were her whole world okay?”

John nodded again. “Mommy’s the prettiest angel, isn’t she daddy?”

“Of course she is, buddy. Now, let’s go get you some breakfast before we go see her.”


The morning passed uneventfully and the drive to the cemetery was short. John had picked wild flowers outside of the bunker to leave on your grave and Dean had found a piece of string to tie them up in.

“Momma would have liked these, huh Daddy?” John was a ball of energy and his father couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Of course she would, you picked them.” Dean glanced over at his brother from the driver’s seat with a proud expression on his face. “Did you bring the picture you drew for her?”

John nodded vigorously. “I almost forgot it!” Sam just chuckled again and shook his head.

The three men you’d loved more than anything in your life pulled into the graveyard just before 11 o’clock and Sam had to take a steadying breath. It was always hard seeing you here but you’d wanted a regular funeral. You were cremated of course but you wanted a place that John could come and still feel like you were there.

“Daddy! I can see where Momma is!” John was practically vibrating in his booster seat. Dean pulled the Impala over on the drive by your grave and the trio piled out of the car. John was the first one to reach your headstone. He was bubbling with energy and Sam and Dean could hear his little voice telling you everything that had happened since the last time they’d all been there.

“Uncle Dean ate so much pie he couldn’t move off the couch, Momma! It was so funny! He keep making weird noises and saying he was gonna puke!” Dean shook his head at his nephew’s retelling of what he considered a tragic evening. “Daddy reads me stories all the time but he doesn’t do voices as well as Uncle Cas does, Uncle Cas makes the best monster voices momma!”

It wasn’t long before John had tired himself out of talking to your headstone and had taken to running up and down the dirt path that led back to your grave. Dean was watching him and Sam sit on the grass in front of the wild flowers and picture John had left for you.

“He’s great, Y/N, everything you thought he’d be and more. He misses you, we all do… I know Cas comes to see you sometimes… I hope your heaven is a good one.” Sam sniffed slightly and bit his lip to keep tears from spilling. “I know I’ll get to see you again but… God… I wish you were here, sweetheart. It’s not the same without you… John looks just like you and he’s got that cocky attitude you always had.” A flutter of wings pulled Sam from his monologue and he turned to see his angelic best friend standing behind him.

“You know she’s listening, right?” Cas had a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “She said Dean’s an idiot and she loves you all.”

“I know, man… I just wish… I wish I could talk to her directly.” Sam rested his head in his hands.

“I know, Sam. I wish I could help… Heaven is just getting back to normal… There are rules.” The angel placed a hand on the hunter’s shoulder.

“It’s fine, Cas. You’re doing everything you can. I just miss her.”

“She’s always with you, Sam. She spends her days watching John grow up and laughing at the little fights you and Dean have much like before.” Cas turned his head up towards the sky. “I have to go but I can take that to Y/N.” He pointed towards the picture John drew for you.

“Yeah. She should have it.” Cas nodded before taking the drawing in his hand and with a flutter of wings, he was gone.

Sam stood from the ground and wiped his eyes with the back of one of his large hands. John was running back towards the Impala with Dean running comically slow behind him.

“I think it’s time to go get lunch, what do you say, buddy?” John’s face lit up and he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Can we get Burger King, Daddy?” Sam looked down into the perfect reflection of your eyes on his son’s face and he was lost, he could never say no.

“Of course, buddy, whatever you want. Tell your momma ‘goodbye’.” Sam watched John run off towards your headstone and felt Dean’s hand grip his shoulder. John leaned down and placed a small kiss to the edge before turning back and running to the car. Sam lingered for a moment while Dean strapped John back into his booster seat and before he turned to climb in the passenger side he swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat and spoke in a hoarse voice. “I love you, Y/N.” He turned his eyes towards the clouds. “Keep an eye on her, mom, Y/N’s a free spirit just like you were.” Sam swallowed again and made his way back to the Impala before watching your grave disappear in the rearview mirror. As it was fading away he could have sworn he saw you and Mary Winchester waving at him and he spent the rest of his day with a smile on his face.

"First Born" - Codependency Is A No, A Healthier Relationship Between The Brothers And Destiel Are A GO!

Robbie Thompson truly never disappoints. This was most definitely one of my favorite episodes this season - if not my very favorite! So much food for thoughts on this one… and so much Destiel! Destiel mirrors! Cas wanting Dean back at the bunker! All of the Destiel!

And Sam and Cas together in the bunker! And Crowley and Dean working together! And the codependency being a bad thing! But the relatioship between Dean and Sam (a healthy one) being encouraged by both Cas and Crowley!

Also, the Cain storyline is absolutely fantastic, and Dean getting the Mark of Cain with Sam having some Grace inside me is absolutely fucking fantastic on so many levels, and I’ll talk about that and why I loved it with all my heart, too!

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Sleeping Beauty, Dean x Reader

(Hello this is a fanfic i wrote since i got bored haha. i hope you enjoy. there is going to be more parts ONLY if it is requested. This takes part during season 1.)

I was sitting in the back seat of the impala feeling the wind blow through my long hair. We were listening to ACDC on our way to the next hunt just a few towns over. Sam of course was in the passenger seat and Dean and I were singing along.

“C’mon Sammy, be happy for once!” Dean shouted over the song.

“This is a serious hunt guys. I just want us to be on our game tonight.” Sam replied back.

I’ve known the boys my entire life we practically grew up together. Dean was about 2 years older than me and I was about 2 years older than Sammy. When their father would go off on hunts, he would drop them off with my dad Bobby at our salvage yard. My dad would often take us to the park and let us be kids when John wasn’t around. It would be weeks or sometimes months before he would pick them up. But this time is different. John’s actually missing and I agreed to help them find him since I got nothing better to do.

But ever since we were little, it’s almost like something would happen between Dean and I but before anything could he would leave. There was still always something there between us but he never acted on it and neither did I. I do know one thing for sure though. I will always love him.

“You ready back there Y/N.” Dean said as he got out of the parked car.

I jumped lost in my own thoughts. “Yea I’m comin’.” I said as I got out of the car and walked to the trunk.

“There should be only one djinn in this warehouse and a few people it took. So let’s be careful guys.” Sam preached to us.

“C’mon Sammy there’s only one. I’m pretty sure we can handle it.” Dean said as he opened the trunk to grab supplies.

Dean gave us each a knife that had been dipped in lamb’s blood.

“This is so gross. I can’t believe this is the only thing to kill them.” Dean complained.

“That’s what Dad’s journal says.” Sam replied back.

“Well boys, let’s go gank us a djinn.” I spoke while heading towards the warehouse.

As we got into the warehouse, there’s a few different ways for us to go.

“I guess we should split up?” I asked. “Is it a good idea if we do?”

“We should be fine. Like I said earlier, there’s only one.” Dean said.

I sighed. “Alright fine.” I always hated to split up.

“I’ll check the basement and you guys check up here.” Sam spoke.

“Alright sounds good.” Dean said.

As Sam headed downstairs and before I walked to far away from Dean in the other direction he spoke up, “Hey Y/N, watch yourself please.”

“Don’t I always.” I winked then headed down the hall with knife in one hand and my flashlight in the other.

I had to be about half an hour and I haven’t seen anything or heard from either of the boys. Maybe I should see if they were okay. I stopped in my tracks and grabbed my phone outa my back pocket and went to dial Dean’s number.

After only a few rings he picked up. “Hey Y/N, you find anything yet?”

“Nah not yet. What about you? You heard from Sammy yet?” I asked.

“Yea I actually just met up with him.” He replied as I heard Sammy’s voice in the background saying hi.

“Okay. You guys wan-“and just before I can finish my sentence I looked up and felt its glowing hand go to my forehead. All I could do was gasp for air as it was the only thing I was able to do.

As I dropped the phone and darkness took over all I could hear was Dean yelling my name through the phone.