dean's coming back

A Bad Dream

This is for Angst Appreciation Day! 

Winchester Brothers x Sister Reader, mentioned Bobby 

Summary: Reader is seventeen and is struggling with life after Dean goes to hell. 

 Warnings: angst (obviously), swearing, talks about cutting and depression (If this triggers you at all please just move along. I’m not here to hurt anyone. I have struggled with this myself so I understand some. I am not saying it’s good or bad. Everyone has their own story. This is my story for the reader. Again, I’m not here to make anyone uncomfortable.) 

 Word Count: 1,799 


Originally posted by spn-spam

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

Originally posted by cliqueandchill

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That time when Sam and Dean simultaneously broke up with other people so that they could be with each other again, 100%.

  • The Doctor: *regenerates*
  • Sherlock: *dies and comes back*
  • Sam Winchester: *dies and comes back*
  • Dean Winchester: *dies a lot and comes back*
  • Castiel: *dies and comes back*
  • Loki: *dies and comes back*
  • Harry Potter: *dies and comes back*
  • Professor X: *dies and comes back*
  • Buffy: *dies and comes back*
  • Arthur:
  • Merlin: …Arthur?
  • Arthur: *loading please wait*

There’s a little box sitting in Cas’ room.

The walls are still naked, the bed has no covers and nothing but the occasional borrowed book from the Bunker’s library resting on the nightstand indicates that anyone even lives in this room.

But there’s a hidden box under the bed, a box Dean only found by accident, when he was returning Cas’ freshly washed trenchcoat.
The box is empty - except for two photos (one of Claire, one of Sam and Dean) and a small, frayed black feather.

The box stays in the room, under the bed, even when Cas isn’t there.
It makes Dean breathe lighter, to know that Cas leaves something here that is valuable to him. That way he knows Cas is coming back sooner or later.

And he does.

Every time.

Because there’s something valuable waiting for him back home, in the Bunker.

And Cas wouldn’t abandon him in a million years.

SPN Writers: You know Crowley?
Fans: Yeah.
SPN Writers: And Mary, and Rowena?
Fans: Yeah?
SPN Writers: And Kelly and Cas?
Fans: YEAH?!
SPN Writers: They’re all dead. LOL! See you next season!
Fans:

Originally posted by ne0nnature

No, I don’t want Dean to kiss Cas...

… as soon as he’s back from the Dead… like the second he’s back. No. That’s OOC and frankly a bit underwhelming and overrated to me tbh.

I want Dean to pull Cas into a hug, one of those tight hugs that may be a bit suffocating to someone just back from the dead. I want Dean to bury his face in the crook of Cas’s neck and just breathe, trying to comprehend that “Cas isn’t dead. Cas isn’t cold like a corpse. He’s warm. He’s Alive”

I want Cas to wrap his hands shakily around Dean, hugging him back, a bit unsure because he just came back from the dead dammit and Dean’s there hugging the life out of him (ironic I know) and after getting a grip of his surroundings, I want Cas to rub Dean’s back soothingly, just wordlessly reassuringly saying “Dean, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m alive

Dean pulls back not too far back, unsure of the amount of time he spent with his eyes closed, just breathing Cas in it was just a few minutes.  And if the trench coat was a little wet, no one mentions it.

“Cas…”

“Dean… I… what happened?”

“You… We came out of the Space Vagina and you followed us out. But then Lucifer was there, he had the Angel blade, and he- You were- Cas man why did you follow us in? You knew the plan. What the fuck were you thinking?!” It should sound angry, it had a right to, but it doesn’t come out that way. Dean didn’t mean it that way anyway. It comes out fearful… pleading…

Cas is explaining whatever ‘the fuck he was thinking’ but Dean stops listening half way through. He just looks at Cas, still not believing that Cas was alive. He’s breathing. He’s back. He didn’t leave me, isn’t gone forever. Dean tears up a little again at that thought.

Of course, Cas notices and stops talking and just tilts his head in that very Cas way of his, squinting.

“Dean…?”

“ ’s Nothing buddy, it’s just…” Dean looks down and trails off, not being able to say it. But, Cas understands. Of course he does, Cas always does.

He smiles. A small, sad smile.

“Good things do happen Dean.”

Dean looks up, giving a half sob, half chuckle. 

Now Dean surges forward and kisses Cas, overwhelmed by his feelings of Love for Cas. Besides, this was long overdue anyway. By 5 fucking years Dean…

The kiss isn’t urgent but slow, deep and intense. It’s full of fear that Cas might’ve been gone forever, relief that he’s back, happiness (giddiness??) that Cas knows just the right things to say that cheer Dean up even if it’s not by a lot it’s the thought that counts and a promise, a promise of more, a promise of later.

And finally, and most importantly, their first ever kiss is full of Love that Dean just couldn’t find the words to express, Dean didn’t want to find the words to express because even a thousand words aren’t enough to tell Cas how Dean feels about him, can’t begin to carry the depth of his love. Besides, actions speak louder than words.

“Yes. Yes they do Cas.”

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12x14 | The Raid

Always remember: Telling your mother that if she wants to be treated like family she needs to start acting like it, i.e. not betray you, endanger your life etc., this is exactly the same thing as demanding she make you lunch and kiss you good night.

I may or may not have spent the past day trying to map out the Bunker.

This may have involved watching every scene in the bunker since season 8 up till current. Yes, within the last 24 hours.

I may have come to the conclusion that this is impossible.

Sam’s bedroom keeps moving where it is in the bunker. Doors appear and disappear. Doors are placed in walls where they can’t logically go anywhere. Directions are given to rooms that don’t exist. (There aren’t four doors on the left down that hall Sam I counted there just aren’t.) One room may be four separate and distinct locations. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the top of the map, yet I know of three rooms that have to be there. There’s at least one basement and one upper floor. I can’t find the stairs.

Don’t ever try to make sense of the Bunker. Save yourselves.

When Cas comes back, Dean falls head over heels in love with one specific part of his body that he’s never really worshipped before.

It used to be Cas’ hands, his sides, his thighs even, his ears and his soft lips and perhaps the curve of his jaw, the wrinkles around his eyes. It’s different now.

Dean, obviously, falls in love with the spot right over Cas’ heart.

He kisses it, lips against smooth skin. Drags his mouth against it. Places his hand over it - in bed and out of it, obsessed with it even through fabric. He wouldn’t admit it but he falls asleep with his cheek pressed against Cas’ chest nearly every night. In fact, it’s the only way he can sleep the first few weeks after Cas comes back.

Because there is Cas’ heart. Beating. Alive.

You know that cliche Sylvia Plath poem about listening to your own heart and it beating in the old familiar rhythm of I am, I am, I am.

Dean doesn’t care about his heart. He cares about Cas’. He listens.

And all he can think is, You are, you are, you are. Alive, and mine, and don’t leave again.

“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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12x17 | The British Invasion 

*pretends that Dean is pointing the Colt at everything that’s wrong with S12*

(In which I don’t include the poor Nepotism Duo whose writing is no worse than usual, but who just happen to be fandom’s favourite scapegoat.)

Lies and Family Ties

Dean X Reader; Mary tells Dean that the reader cheated on him to stop him finding out about her (Mary) stealing from Ramiel.

Originally posted by soluscheese

Knocking on the door of the bunker, you shift on your heels outside of the place you used to call home. Palms sweaty, heart racing and you’re sure that you can smell the nervousness radiating from you.

The door opens, your now ex-boyfriend looking anything but jolly to see you on his doorstep. “Sorry, I already gave all my change to the homeless guy down the street.”

“I’m just here to get the rest of my stuff, then you’ll be clear of me for good.” Standing up straight, arms crossed against your chest, you hold your head up high, refusing to feel belittled by the man who tossed you away so easily.

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip arrogantly, a sarcastic smile on his face as he pulls open the door, inviting you inside begrudgingly. “Make it quick. Don’t take anything you didn’t pay for.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” you spit, striding past him angrily, the ache in your soul becoming even more prominent from being this close to Dean, yet knowing he’s no longer yours.

You pass Sam and Castiel in the kitchen, ignoring their judgemental gazes as you head to Dean’s room, to a bed that used to hold two bodies, not one.

Pushing all the memories within these walls away, you grab your suitcase from under the bed, flipping back the lid and throwing your belongings inside. You wanted to be out of this place as swiftly as you could be, your presence clearly unwanted.

“I’m surprised you had the nerve to show up here.” You look back over your shoulder, Mary leaning smugly against the door frame, your attention moving back to your suitcase. She was the reason you were packing in the first place, the lies she told Dean being the very statements to sever the ribbons of your relationship.

“Yeah? I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve to still be here.” you hiss, a bubble of laughter leaving her lips as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge, anger bubbling inside you. “Aren’t you afraid your web of lies will unravel?”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart, my webs are perfectly crafted. My son will always believe his dear mommy over some worthless bitch.” Now it’s your turn to laugh, not a slither of humour in your tone. You skim your fingers over the white frame on the beside, the besotted couple grinning at the camera.

If someone had told you then, that just months down the line Mary would be alive and kicking, and she would be the very thing to rip your lover from your arms, you would’ve laughed in their face.

“You know what,” you spin around, your glare harsh enough to wound as you stare at the poisonous bitch in front of you. “I hope your boys never find out who you really are. It’d break them to know their mother almost killed their best friend.”

“Not only are you working for the British, but you disturbed the Prince of Hell, stole from him and then stood in silence as Castiel’s life drained from his eyes.”

Her expression turns colder as you taunt her, her lip quivering in anger, not being able to take the truth you’re dealing out. She makes her way towards you, fists clenching, as you speak aloud all the damage that she’s done. “Shut your mouth.”

You shake your head, standing up against her, refusing to cower under her wrath. “If you were my mom, I’d be wishing you’d have stayed on the ceiling.”

Smack! Your head sharply twists to the side as her hand makes contact with your cheek, smugness running through your veins with the knowledge that your words have hit home. “If you ever tell anybody about me stealing from Ramiel, I’ll cut your heart out.”

“She doesn’t need to tell me anything.” Mary jumps at the sound of the voice, your fingers rubbing your cheek, trying to soothe the sting. Dean enters the room, coming to stand by your side, his mother lost for words.

“Sweetheart, let me explain…” She trails off, the level of vexation in Dean’s eyes enough to shut her up. Her eyes move to you as you watch the scene unfold. “You little bitch-”

Dean pushes her back as she lunges for you, his broad figure standing protectively in front of your own, your heart clenching, hoping that maybe there is something left to salvage.

“I want you out of here, now. Don’t bother coming back.” Dean warns, the ice chill in his voice something you’d been faced with a few minutes before. Mary weighs up her options, before backing out of the room resentfully, a vengeful twinkle in her eyes.

Once she’s gone, you turn back to the task at hand, shoving your final few things into your suitcase, ignoring Dean’s burning stare on your back. You move around in silence, him not being brave enough to break it, and you wanting to hear an apology before anything else.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You freeze at the question, Dean’s voice timid as it should be. Throwing the shirt in your grasp onto the bed, you turn to face the older brother, not being able to believe his arrogance.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t remember you giving me a chance to say anything when you believed your mom’s bullshit lies over me.” He looks down at the floor as you scold him, your eyes beginning to glaze over with due to frustration.

“I’m sorry-” you cut him off with a scoff, his emerald eyes as glassy as your own as he lifts them upwards to meet you. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, tell him that everything is forgiven and you can go back to how it used to be.

“You weren’t sorry when you kicked me out in the pouring rain and called me a dirty whore.” The dam breaks, you cursing yourself as you turn your back on Dean, your fingers roughly swiping away the fallen tears.

You zip up your suitcase, thankful you’ll be alone in a few minutes and able to sob to your hearts content without prying eyes. “What are you doing? Don’t go.”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Dean?” you sniffle, grasping the handle of the case and holding the heavy object to your side. “I want you to be happy, and if that means me leaving, then so be it.”

You shove past the older Winchester, your chin quivering as you somehow hold in your cries. You let out a shaky breath as a hand grabs your arm, Dean’s warm touch stopping you in your tracks.

“Stay. All I want is for you to stay.” he pleads, his throat thick with emotion. You turn your head, his glassy eyes meeting your own, a desperate look on his face.

After what feels like hours of silence, you make your decision. “Five minutes. Let’s see how well you do.”

A/N - Thanks for all the support on my last Dean imagine, it was incredibleeeeeeee!!! Feel free to request :) now, gif before the imagine, or after??? Let me know! X