it was deans idea okay

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Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.


“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

Joltik’s Asagao!Other Youtubers headcanons

@captain-tomate​ and @electricmindart​ asked for this it’s their faults

I skipped over the Grumps and a few of the more obvious ones because those have been covered before and I only wanna retread old ground if I have emotions pertaining to them

Chadtronic: Third year, in the VHS Club with Ian, has been kicked out of the Nokemon Club twelve times now. Relentlessly enthusiastic and seems to have a mysterious assistant in a lobster costume that comes out of nowhere at random.

Scykoh: Third year, not in any club but participates on his own in the glitch category of the gaming tournament. Hasn’t been to class lately.

TamashiiHiroka: Second year, in the Nokemon club and good friends with Jimmy. Used to have pink hair, but any side effects of that seemed to have gone away.

Chuggaaconroy: Third year, current president of the Nokemon club and has a small gaming club with two of his friends that isn’t big enough to participate in the tournament but has fun regardless.

IHE: Fourth year, in the British Students Coalition against his will. May or may not actually attend Asagao physically- no one knows, he only attends classes and club meetings over Skype and no one’s seen his face.

McJones: Fourth year, PBG’s older brother and one of the better players on the Asagao Strikers. He doesn’t remember Hana at all despite having known her before, save for being the one PBG never shuts up about.

Dean: Fourth year, the worst player on the Asagao Strikers but he’s getting better… probably. Maybe. Don’t bet on it.

MatPat: Fourth year, teacher’s aid for Miss Shizuka and president of the Science Club. Very little science is done in there.

NateWantsToBattle: Fourth year, president of the Light Music Club and part of Jirard and Satch’s band. He and Luke fight over who gets to use the recording studio in Azalea frequently.

Alex Faciane: Fourth year, member of the Nokemon Club and part of Jirard and Satch’s band. He was Jirard’s roommate but was fine with things getting shuffled around for the transfer students.

PokeKellz: Fourth year, member of the Nokemon Club. She’s rumored to secretly be a ninja, and has been eyeing the position of club president ever since old president JWittz graduated and is lowkey salty she wasn’t picked. Whether any of these things has to do with the Red Pekmen that keep ending up in Emile’s locker is currently unknown.

Sunder: Second year, member of the Nokemon Club. Both teachers and other students struggle with pointing out whether they mean him or Jimmy Whetzel when they mention a “Jimmy”. Using “Jim” only makes it worse.

Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”


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A beach episode sounds good don’t you think?

Light light light up the sky
You light up the sky to show me
You are with me


quick fic #15

because i’m in love with this text post and wanted it in fic form.

“You’re being homophobic, Dean.”

Dean sends his brother an indignant look as the movie plays in the background.  “What?  All I said is that they have no chemistry!  I don’t care that they’re both dudes!”

The purse of Sam’s lip says he’s unconvinced, but he says nothing, just jacks up the volume on his laptop.

Dean rolls his eyes.  He settles back into his high-backed chair and fixes his eyes on the screen.  It’s an indie movie, highbrow and cast wholly in some sort of sepia filter.  If Dean’s being honest, most of it flies over his head, but he’s making an effort to spend time with Sam now that he’s rid of the mark, and if watching two dudes make out on the screen is a way to do that, well then.  Dean’s going to do that.  

He pretends not to be too invested in the leading man’s kissing technique.  It must work too well, because soon Sam is sighing and saying, “Dude, does it really bother you that much?  Your face is all - judgey.”

Dean opens his mouth to argue, but doesn’t find it in himself to correct Sam by saying that no, he wasn’t judging the gay relationship; he was judging the way the dude thrust his tongue into the other dude’s mouth like some sort of parasitic eel.

So he’s prepared to give up, to admit that maybe watching highbrow indie movies with Sam isn’t the best way to bond - 

But then Cas walks in, looking grumpy about something - the coffee machine probably konked out again - and Dean gets an idea.  He licks his lips.  “Okay, Sammy,” he says, taking a deep breath.  “You want to see how much it doesn’t bother me?”

Sam squints his eyes in confusion.  “…Okay?” he says, after some hesitation.

Dean grips the arms of his chair, his eyes raking down Cas’s figure as the man moves closer.  Under his breath, he says, “Dare me to kiss Cas?”

Sam reels back.  “What?  No, that’s not what - “

But Dean’s already standing, waiting for Cas to join them.  “Can’t believe you’re making me do this, man,” he says.  

“I’m not, though - ?”

But Dean’s hand is already reaching for Cas’s tie, just within his reach.  He pulls on the fabric, tilting his head, and plants his lips on Cas’s. 

Cas inhales sharply before making a low, rough noise like he’s found something better than coffee.  After a moment’s hesitation, he lifts a hand to drag over Dean’s jaw as he begins to kiss back firmly.  Dean’s arms wind around his waist.

When they pull away, Cas’s eyes are shining, if a little wary.  “What was that for?” he says, voice hoarse.

Dean shrugs.  He’s staring at Cas’s lips.  “Sam dared me to,” he says.

Sam splutters indignantly. “Did not!”

Cas ignores him.  He pushes forward to land a soft kiss on Dean’s bottom lip before tentatively asking, “Did you mean it?”

“Hell, yeah, I meant it,” Dean says at once, pulling Cas tighter to him.  He whispers something in his ear that makes Cas blush to the tips of his ears.

Sam’s face is contorted in disgust.  “I heard that!  Will you at least, I dunno…” - he shields his eyes - “Leave the room or something?”

Dean glares at him.  “You’re the one who dared me to kiss him.”

I did not dare you to kiss him!”

He’s ignored, not for the last time that night.

One shot - Mechanic Dean

Inspiration by : Imagine Dean offering to take a look at your car for you when it breaks down. @aprofoundbondwithdean

It was an normal day till my old light blue mustang decided to die in the middle of nowhere. Trying to keep my calm I stood up the car and went in front of it, opening the hood where’s smoke coming out of it. “Great” I groaned under my breath. I thought on using my cell phone to call for help, but who should I call? I don’t have family and the few friends I have live across the country. Leaning against my car, I glance down the road, what it seem an Impala miraculously appeared. I fixed my loose flannel shirt and raised my thumb, the car stopped inches from me.

“Need help?” A manly deep voice came out of it.

I bend to meet some really pretty greens eyes, which I couldn’t help but stare. “Y-Yeah, my car broke down.”

The man looked at me for a second, and then glanced at the car, “Let me take a look of it.” He said before pulling in front of my car.

Biting my lower lip I glanced at the man as he took off his jacket and wine reddish shirt, throwing it back into his Impala. He’s very tall and that grey shirt does make his strong arms show even more. He know I was scanning him, just like I know he was scanning me- we both slightly smiled when our eyes met.

“So, what do we have here?” He spoke having a look of my engine, “I’m Dean by the way.”

He said extending his hand towards me. I shook it back, “I’m y/n”.

“Nice too meet you, y/n.” He looked at me before going back to the engine.

I smiled, glancing at his car. “You got a nice car over there.”

Dean stood up straight, turning up to glance at his car, “That’s my baby.”

I chuckled, “And this is mine but today’s she’s being stubborn.”

Dean chuckled, “Well y/n I have bad and good news.”

“Shoot.” I walked around the front of my car and stood in front of him.

“Your car is going to need more than a couple of adjusts.” He said clapping away the dust of my engine.

I sighed, passing my fingers through my hair, “And the good one?”

“I can give you a ride, where you’re headed?”

His smile was contagious so I smiled, “To the next town, I think is a couple miles down the road.”

“Perfect, I’m heading there anyway.” Dean said, closing the hood.

“But- what will happen to my car? It’s literally the only thing I own.” I stood by my car as he took a couple steps to his.

Dean looked at me and the car, “I’ll call a truck to pick it up and drive it to the motel I’m staying, then I’ll fix it there, deal?”

I stare at him for a couple seconds, debating with myself if I could trust this total stranger yet somehow a little voice kept telling me to get in that car with him. Letting a sigh out, I took my bags from my car and reached his, “Hope you’re not a serial killer.” I whispered.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m not.” Dean said with a playful smirk before turning on his car, instantly rock n’ roll music blasted. I smirked, knowing perfectly the lyrics to this song.

“So, what brings you to this town?”

I looked at him as we strolled in, “Nothing really,” I shrugged glancing at the people, “I’m just passing through really.”

“To where?” Dean’s asked with his eyes on me.

“New York, I’m a photographer.” I told him.

“If you need a model just let me know.” He said with a flirty smile before pulling into a descent looking motel. I stood up the car and looked at him with a smirk, yet didn’t say anything. “I’m going to call a truck to get your car picked up…”

“Thanks, I’m going to pick a room, I’ll be right back.” I told him as I turned and went to the motel’s reception. Where an old lady gave me a key for the room 45. Walking back to Dean’s car I see another man standing there with him, they’re talking yet the taller man with long hair looks a bit annoyed. When I reached enough to hear he said “Dean, we’re on a hunt, you can play mechanic now.” But he shut up when he noticed me.

“Sammy…” Dean said, with a smile, “Meet y/n, he’s my little brother.”

The taller man turned around, forcing a smile, “Hi, I’m Sam.”

I extend my hand to shake his, “Y/N, nice too met you.”

“Yeah.” Sam forced another smile, “What happened to your car?”

I shrugged, “I really don’t know… Just broke down in the middle of the road.”

“It did but I am going to fix it.” Dean said holding his phone, then turning to keep talking with it for a couple minutes, leaving me with his brother.

“So, Y/N, are you a local or just passing through?” Sam asked, brushing his hear backwards with his hand.

“Passing through, you guys?” I asked back.

“Same.” He replied with a flat smile.

“And it’s done,” Dean turned with a winning smile, “your car is on the way here.”

I smiled with relief, “Thank you so much.” Dean smiled at my gratitude.

“You can go to your room and we’ll tell you when your car’s here.” Sam said

“Yeah- Again, thanks Dean.” I told him, whom winked at me.

Once in my bedroom I took a warm shower, washed up my hair and changed into some new clothes. I brushed my hair, grabbed my camera and walked downstairs when Dean’s working on my car. He seemed so focused and attractive on that grey shirt and with spots of grease all over him. I couldn’t help but take a picture of him, which he noticed instantly and looked at me surprised for a second but in the other smirked, “You didn’t let me pose.” His eyes in my engine.

“I don’t like the posed pictures.” I leaned against the side of my car, gazing at the street.

Dean scoffed, “Yeah? Why’s that?”

I took another picture, this time of the road. “They’re not genuine.”

“Hmm” Dean smirked again, “I have good news.”

I looked at him with an grin, “What?”

“Turn the engine.” He glanced at the car.

I got in and turned the engine on; a grin grew on me when I heard my baby’s usual purr. “You fixed her”

“Yeap” He popped the ‘p’ proudly, “I’m pretty awesome with cars.”

“I can see that.” I grinned, “Do you want to grab a bite? I’ve heard they make some killer cheeseburgers at Pope’s.”

“Pope’s? I thought you said you weren’t a local.” Dean said, narrowing his eyes a bit, enough to let me know he’s curious.

I smirked, “I told you I’m passing through, doesn’t mean it’s my first passing through this town. Come on, drinks on me, let me pay you for bringing my car back to life.”

Dean contemplated the idea for a long second before nodding, “Okay. Let me clean all this grease up and I’ll meet you in 10 down here, I’ll drive.”

I nod, “All right.”

Alternate Universe   |   Assassin!Dean

                                   Laa shay'a waqui'n moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.
                                    Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember…    
                                                                Nothing is true.
                               Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember…
                                                          Everything is permitted.
                             We work in the dark to serve the Light.
We are Assassins.

Way of the World- part 16

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 1872

Characters: Dean x soulmate!reader, Sam

Warnings: less angsty, cliffhanger

Summary: The reader settles back into the Bunker.  Part 1Part 2Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

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You stayed.

It was probably just because you had spent too much time with the Winchesters, but you couldn’t imagine leaving. For better or for worse, the bunker had become home.

Which wasn’t to say that you weren’t terrified about the way you felt for Dean.

How were you supposed to tell them how scared you were at the idea that he would abandon you again? You couldn’t even really explain it to yourself. There was no way you could make them understand.

In the end, you didn’t have to.

Dean came to your room after you told them that you would stay.

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okay, but sometimes i like to think about dean and cas moving in together for the first time. they’ve been best friends since 3rd grade and they’ve been saving up for a place since their sophomore year and all they end up being able to afford is this cheap little single bedroom apartment in a not-so-great part of town but damn it, it’s theirs and they did it together. 

castiel instantly buys all of these bright little trinkets from thrift stores to make it feel more like home and dean cooks them meals every night with whatever scraps they’ve got because they can’t afford a big grocery haul at the moment and cas kisses him on the cheek and says his thank you while dean flushes and shrugs it off all shy and happy. 

at night, they both squeeze together on their crappy twin sized mattress, cas slotting one of his legs in between dean’s and dean burying his nose in castiel’s messy hair, the scent of his stupid vegan shampoo comforting enough to lull him to sleep even during his most restless nights and this is how they live together *happy sigh*

The “Better Place” Pt: 2

Part 1 | HWBC MasterList

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

No matter how many times he said sorry or oops it wouldn’t change the fact that Dean had accidentally-on-purpose thrown out three consecutive fruit smoothies to make room for beer.

Sam was very, very done.

With the practiced silence of a trained killer, Sam reached over Dean’s sleeping form and into the cooler, grabbed his six-pack of beer and pulled it over the divider into the back seat. 

Sam ever so slowly pulled the tabs of each of the aluminum cans and listened to the slow hiss of the carbonation. This was going to be the start of a very long and ugly prank war.

Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water reverberated from the inside of Dean’s coat pocket and Sam relaxed into a sleeping position while his brother fumbled in his jacket.

“Mmmm…’ello?” The older Winchester grumbled. Sam recognized the chipper tone and Minnesotan accent almost immediately.

“Hey, Donna!” Sam whispered. Dean waved a hand in front of his brother’s face to keep him quiet.

“Mmmmhmm gotcha, Alexandria.” Dean nodded and then as Donna continued he suddenly went rigid. Sam noticed the change immediately and sat up as Dean pressed his ear tightly to the phone. “We’ll be right there.”

“What is it?”

“We’re going to Minnesota.”

“Yeah, I figured when I heard Donna on the phone, what’s she got?”

“Something is taking kids up there in three different counties. She’s got a couple of other hunters helping her for now, but it’s too big of an area for just them to cover.”

“So who else is there with her?” Sam pressed his brother further. It was clear that Dean was dancing around the question, he paused awkwardly.

“Y/N.” Her name stuttered out of his mouth and Dean tried to cover it, “It makes sense, she’s from the area, it’s only natural that Donna would call her first.”

“Wow.” Sam was at a loss for words, it had been at least five years since they had seen Y/N; to Dean, It felt like longer. Probably because he couldn’t tolerate hearing her name, much less the idea of running into her on a hunt. 

Sam never did find out what happened. All he knew was that Dean had been on a streak of single women, single malt, and that the topic of Y/N was completely off limits.

“Dean?” Sam ventured, tentatively.

“Mmmm?” Dean’s jaw was clenched. Even though Sam could tell Dean was trying his best to seem unbothered by the situation, his brother wasn’t mentally with him in the Impala just now.

“Dean…I know this isn’t something that-”

No.” Came the stern reply.

“Look, you can’t do this every time something’s eating at you. I know you and Y/N-”

“Sam,” this time his tone carried the threat of action, “don’t. Just don’t.” The younger Winchester watched his brother take a deep breath, his knuckles clenched and unclenched around the thin Chevy steering wheel, and Dean released a long breath. 

“Sam…I know we talk, I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not saying never, but just not now. Okay? Just not now, please?”

Sam had never heard his brother concede to the idea that he needed to talk without blowing it off completely and reaching for the nearest thing bearing a warning from the surgeon general. This was a step in the right direction; he could live with that.

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“Dammit, Dean, stop looking at me like I’m a freak! YOU TRY BEING A WOMAN.”


Dean is alone in their dorm room, nursing a bottle of whiskey he had snuck into campus. He takes a swig, head pleasantly fuzzy. When he wheezes, he barely feels it in his chest. His limbs are heavy and his ass is completely numb from sitting on the ground for so long. The pillows that had once been neatly arranged behind him are now skewed. Dean slumps further down, socked feet bumping the untouched bowl of potato chips.

“Asshole,” he mumbles, bleary-eyed. “Fucking prick.”

But almost immediately after, the resentment he feels is replaced by a stab of guilt. Craning his neck, Dean looks to where his calendar is tacked to the wall. Even from here on the ground, he can see the exaggerated red circle around today’s date. The 24th. Christmas Eve.

Dean sniffles. “Hate him,” he tells himself, but he doesn’t really believe himself.
Deciding it was time to move the mope party, Dean slides until he is lying flat on his back. He screws his nose up at the ceiling, turning his face away. Those glow-in-the-dark plastic stars are strewn across it. It reminds him of who isn’t here with him right now.


His roommate. His best friend. The person he hates the most but can’t seem to function without. His Cas.

They had been in a nearby Walmart. Cas was insistent of scanning every aisle. When they came across the stars, Dean picked them off the shelf and showed Cas.

“Look at these!” Dean chuckled as Cas went cross-eyed.

“Yes, Dean, I can see them,” Cas sighed heavily and took a few steps back.

Dean just smiled. “Sammy has these all over his room, the nerd.”

Cas snatched them from Dean. “Hm.”

Dean’s smile had grown.

Cas’ brows drew together in deep concentration. His eyes shifted to Dean. “Do you have money?”

That was his Cas. Blunt. Straight-forward. Honest. Dry. Downright adorable. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Stunning.

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Keep You Safe (Part 7)

Part 1   (All the Parts are linked )

This is an A/B/O story. Standard warnings. I used Kittenofdoomages A/B/O universe rules.  This story is a first person FOV.

Characters: Alpha! Sam, Alpha! Dean, Beta! Cas, Omega! Reader, Alpha! Crowley

The ride back to the bunker was very quiet. Dean stopped at some burger place to grab dinner but I barely noticed. I was completely rocked at seeing my father, and I was barely holding it together.

Sam’s voice pulled me out of my trance. “We’re back. You coming?”

We were sitting in front of the bunker and Sam and Dean had already gotten out of the car.

 “Sorry… I didn’t realize we were back.” I said.

“Let’s go eat and talk about our next move.” Dean suggested.  I put my shopping bags in my room, and when I came out Dean had dinner ready to go.  I looked at the burger and my stomach rolled. The last thing I wanted to do was eat.  I pushed the food away without touching it.

“So how sure are you that your father was dead last time you saw him?” Dean asked abruptly.  Sam immediately shot him a hard look.

“Pretty damn sure, Dean!  I know a dead body when I see it!”  I said emphatically.

I’m just saying….“ Dean began.

I stood up quickly, knocking over the chair. “Because they snapped his fucking neck!  There’s no way he survived that, okay?”  I didn’t want to break down in front of them, so I bolted from the table and ran to my room.

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janisilverstorm  asked:

Five sentence fic: "Look, I've lost a lot of blood, or, I mean, I know where my blood is, but..." (a sentence I'm still trying to find a way to work into one of my own fics)

The words die in his throat on a weak laugh as he gestures at the chains, the blood thinned but not erased by the water Toni hosed him down with to wake him this morning, and he continues, “I’m not even… sure this is real yet, but God it’s good to see you guys.”

Near the staircase is a woman Sam only knows from photographs, staring at him like he must be staring at her: fear and awe and confusion all blended together; Dean stands a fraction of a step behind him, arm around Sam both to keep him up and to affirm his presence, and Cas steps forward, careful like he knows Sam can’t stand a faster pace right now.

“I’ll heal you, if you’ll let me,” Cas offers, meeting Sam’s eyes with nothing but care and patience, and when Sam nods, he whispers (like a prayer or apology), “I am truly glad to see you safe, Sam Winchester.”

This may be a dream or a hallucination, but Dean’s arm feels real around him and healing buzzes through him, Grace-warm.

And when he falls, too tired to continue standing, strong hands guide him down.

(five sentence fics)

I Missed You

Warnings: Swearing
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: (Read request at bottom)
Readers Age: 15 years old
Word Count: 1625

Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname

A/N: This turned out a lot longer than I expected because being me I got a little carried away and it’s been so long since I watched the Pilot of SPN so if somethings wrong sorry (did someone SPN marathon anyone?).. Enjoy!

“Damnit pick up.” You heard your brother cuss as he paced around the room, “Dean give it up, let’s just go look for him.” You suggested as you sat up from laying on the bed.

Your dad has been missing for awhile, he usually calls but for some reason he stopped a few days ago and now Dean won’t calm down. “Okay, I got an idea, come on” Dean said as he grabbed his stuff and headed out the door, you not to far behind.

“Dean where we going?” You asked as you walked to the passenger side of the Impala, “I’ll tell you later.” Dean replied as he got in. “How ‘bout you tell me now.” You snapped as you buckled up and Dean pulled out onto the road.

Dean sighed, “Stanford.” He stated, your eyes widened. There’s only one thing in Stanford that involved you, Sam. “No, no, no, we are not going to Stanford! We’re leaving Sam out of this!” You yelled throwing your arms up.

“Y/N, we don’t have a choice, we need his help.” Dean said calmly, “Sam made it pretty clear that he wants nothing to do with us.” You leaned back in your seat with your arms crossed. “Argue with me all you want you’re not going to change my mind.” Dean stated, you sighed and looked out the window. You remember that night like it happened yesterday.


“You’re what?!” You yelled as you chased after your brother Sam, “I’m leaving.” Sam replied as put his bags into the trunk of his car. Sam just told you that he’s leaving the hunting life to go to Stanford, how could he do this to you?

“Sam please don’t! I need you!” You begged, you tugged on Sam’s jacket whilst giving him your best puppy dog eyes. Sam looked at you, his eyes soft. “I’m sorry Y/N/N, maybe when you get older you can leave this life to.” Sam said.

“You can’t bail on me! You can’t bail on Dean!” You yelled as you took a step away from him, “I’m not bailing on anyone! I just.. I just want nothing to do with hunting.” Sam said as he shut the trunk to his car. “I always knew you would abandon us.” You quietly said, Sam paused.

“I just want nothing to do with this family.” Sam said not even looking at you, and with that Sam got into his car and drove away. That was the last time you ever talked to him.

…End Flashback…

That was four years ago, he left you when you were eleven, now at fifteen you have a lot more to say to him. Actually scratch that, you have nothing to say to him.

You fell asleep on the ride to Stanford, you were awoken by someone shaking your arm, “Y/N/N, wake up we’re here.” Dean said. You woke up and rubbed your eyes, you looked out your window to see a small house.

You got out and followed Dean, “Dean why are you lock picking the door?” You asked afraid of the answer, “Have you seen the time? Obviously he’s not awake.” Dean replied.

A moment passed before Dean silently cheered in victory for getting the door unlocked, he had a smug smile on his face, you rolled your eyes and proceeded to follow your brother inside.

Everything was dark, no lights were on, you could barely see anything. Then you heard a crash, “Shit.” You heard Dean from across the room, you face palmed realizing that whatever he broke woke Sam up.

Then you heard a loud bang and grunting, “Dean?” You heard him, Sam. You placed your hands on the wall and began looking for the light switch, once you found it you turned the lights on. You looked down to see Sam on top of Dean, Sam looked shocked before Dean threw him off.

“Looks like you’re out of practice.” Dean chuckled, “What the hell are you doing here?” Sam whisper-yelled. You observed your brother, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him.

Sam’s eyes landed on you, his face instantly softened, “Y/N, hey you’re uh… Older..” Sam pointed out the obvious. “Yeah it tends to happen after four years.” You snapped, Sam’s eyebrows knitted together, before he could reply a woman’s voice was heard.

“Sam?” You all looked at where the voice was heard, a blonde woman was standing there in her pajamas. “Uh hey Jess, um this is my brother Dean and my little sister Y/N.” Sam said while he walked over to Jess.

“Oh nice to meet you.” She said, giving you a small wave, “Hey Jess.” Dean winked at her giving her a flirty smile. You elbowed him, “Ow, alright, alright, we need to borrow your boyfriend here, for some family business.” Dean informed her. “Oh what happened?“Jess asked concerned.

“Oh uh, it would be better to talk to Sam alone.” Dean said, “No, anything you have to say to me you can say in front of Jess.” Sam said putting a arm around Jess’ shoulder. You rolled your eyes, “Okay, dad hasn’t been back in a few days.” Dean replied hoping Sam would get the hint.

“So, he’ll be back later.” Sam said like nothing was wrong, “Let me rephrase that, dads on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been back in a few days.” Dean repeated hoping once again that Sam would get the message.

“Jess could you excuse us for a moment?” Sam asked, Jess nodded and went into the next room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Sam snapped as he approached Dean, “Listen dad may be in trouble we need your help.” Dean informed Sam.

“No you don’t, you have Y/N.” Sam pointed to you, you decided to let them hash this out and left the room.

“So you’re Sam’s little sister.” Jess stated, you nodded, “He talks about you a lot.” She said, “I highly doubt that.” You responded, why would Sam talk about you?

“No really he does, he cares about you a lot.” Jess gave you a smile, “Okay Y/N, let’s go.” Dean said, you didn’t even realize that Sam passed you to go upstairs and he came back down with a bag.

Sam said his goodbyes to Jess and you all went back to the Impala, you by natural habit went to the front seat. “Nope.” Sam said as he kept your door shut keeping you from getting in. “Really?” You sighed, “Sorry Y/N/N, you know the rules.” Dean replied as he got in, you threw your arms up in defeat and went into the backseat.

You all drove for a while before you stopped at a gas station, Dean got out to refill Baby and you got out to stretch your legs. You walked over to Dean, “Hey gimme some money.” You said quite greedily as you held your hand out. Dean sighed knowing it’s better not to argue and handed you twenty dollars, and you went into the gas station.

You heard the door open after you went in, you looked over the shelves and saw Sam looking around. He came to your isle and stood next to you as you looked at the assortment of food.

“So what have you been up to since I’ve been gone?” Sam asked, you rolled your eyes, “Like you care.” You mumbled, “Hey, I do care.” Sam replied obviously offended. “Yeah whatever.” You said as you grabbed the food and headed to the register.

“Hey what’s your problem?” Sam asked, concern laced in his voice, and that’s when you had enough, “You’re my problem Sam! You can’t just talk to me like nothing ever happened!” You yelled.

“Whoa hey,I know that I said some things that I’m not proud of, but I just thought that since its been so lo-” You cut him off, “Y'know what Sam, just don’t.” You replied as you grabbed your stuff and headed back out the the Impala.

You got into the backseat, Sam got in shortly after you, “I missed you Sam, you hurt me.” You mumbled to yourself hoping Sam wouldn’t hear, but he did.

When he heard that his heart broke, “I’m sorry.” Sam turned around in his seat to look at you, “I’m sorry I said the things that I did, I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry for… Being a crappy brother.” Sam said as tears filled his eyes.

“It’s just..” Sam stopped, he turned back around and got out, the door opposite of you opened and Sam got in, “I hated hunting, I wanted a normal life, and I regret leaving the way I did. I’m sorry.” Sam finished. By this time a few tears already made its way down your face, you jumped into your brothers arms and he didn’t hesitate to wrap them around you.

“I m-missed you so much.” You said in between sobs, “I missed you too Bug.” You smiled at the nickname. You heard the Impala door open and felt the car shift, Dean looked back at the two of you finally happy to see that you both made up.

You didn’t let go of Sam, and he sure as hell didn’t let go of you. You soon fell asleep while listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Requested by Anonymous:
“Can you write a sisfic where she’s about 15 and Dean and her go and get Sam from Stanford but she’s pissed at Sam and doesn’t make an effort with him and Sam’s a but hurt by it and then fluff please?”

A/N: This didn’t turn out EXACTLY like the request… Mainly because I forgot the whole request like half way through and didn’t bother to read it again.. *hides* I would never..

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!