Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Pairing: Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam

Words: 486

Summary: Y/N went out drinking and now the boys are torturing her the morning after but then ultimately make it up to you.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction posted on here so I’m open for requests and critique. Hope you like it! Also, any gifs I post are not mine.

Your head pounds as you trudge across the bunker to the kitchen. You had gone out drinking last night with some ladies that live in the area because as much as you loved the boys, it was sometimes nice to be surrounded by other girls. You had met them a few months ago when you were out with Dean after an extremely hard case. You met two of them, Sabrina and Kate, in the bathroom. Sabrina was touching up her makeup and raving about how hot Dean was and she’d planned to make a move to Kate. Being the selfless friend you are, you decided to help Dean get laid. One thing leads to another, you’re being invited to Friday night drinks. Since then, you’ve gone out with them any Friday night you weren’t on a case.

The boys are both in the kitchen. Sam sits on a bar stool, drinking his morning coffee while skimming through the obituary section of the Washington Post while Dean is making breakfast.

“Morning Y/N,” Dean says, loudly clattering a pan down onto the stove. “How was your night?”

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I Love You, Still

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Dean x reader & (kind of) Chuck Bass x reader
Words: 997
Part: 1/?
Warnings: None that I’m aware of.
Summary: You live in the Upper East Side of New York and run into your high school sweetheart, Dean who you haven’t seen in years. 
A/N: This is a cross-over between Gossip Girl and Supernatural that I’ve been wanting to write this for a while, you don’t need to know anything about Gossip Girl and there won’t be any spoilers (if there are I’ll put it in the warning) I hope you guys enjoy it, this part was a little bland due to its just the beginning. Feedback on if you want me to continue this series would be much appreciated!


Hundreds of people chat amongst you, none of which speak to you. Elegant people sway together in tune with the quiet orchestra, snobby women boss around waiters and rich men smoke cigars and gloat about their new investments.

You watch them from your corner, isolated from their world. No matter how many times you practiced walking in your heels, or how many galas you attended, or how much you spent on fine dresses, you felt as if you’d never fit in. This wasn’t your world, it was merely an extended vacation you’d spend an eternity in, the luxury life was enchanting, but you still yearn for something more.

With a sigh you set your champagne glass down causing the crystal to sing when it hits the table, you pinch your golden gown and raise your dress to maneuver around fellow guests, your stilettos click against the hardwood beneath you as you make your way towards the exit.

You squeeze through laughing bodies and ignore catcalls from drunk men, wanting to be as far away as possible. Without warning, a body slams against you, you murmur hushed apologies to the stranger while trying to regain your balance.

“Y/N?” you lock with the green orbs you haven’t seen in years.

“Dean?” your voice was barely audible, in awe at the gorgeous man in front of you. You open your mouth to speak but no words could form, he seems just as surprised as you, his eyes wander all over your body taking in your appearance. “I was just about to go get some fresh air,” your voice gets lost somewhere in the background noise, but he heard you clearly, “Would you like to join me?” you invite, he nods in response following you out of the crowded room.

The air nips at your arms when the both of you step into the night and out of the noise, Dean shrugs off his suit jacket and sets the fabric around your shoulders, you give him a hushed ‘thank you’ not denying the warmth. “There’s a diner not too far from here, would you like dinner?” Dean shoves his hands into his pockets to keep them from the chilly air, you suddenly feel guilty for taking his jacket.

“Dinner sounds great.” the walk to the diner was filled with an awkward silence neither of you knew how to break. Car horns wail into the night, voices fill the air, and loud music pools out of open windows and into the wind. You pass rows of sleeping houses and busy night clubs, you were surrounded by pavement and it felt as if either of you weren’t allowed to leave.

A bell chimes as you enter the diner, a familiar smile greets you when you step into the dimly lit building. “Y/N, it’s great to see you again!” a plump woman jabbers behind the counter.

“Hello, Maria, it’s as if you didn’t see me just last week.” Maria hobbles over to the menus and leads you two towards your usual spot.

“I never seat anyone here but my favorite customer,” Maria whispers to Dean and shoots you a wink before making her way back to the front of her restaurant.

“I come here a lot,” you explain seating yourself from across Dean, “To get away from the noise, to feel like I’m at home again.” You open your menu as Dean situates himself. “So tell me, Mr. Winchester,” you look up already knowing what you’re going to order, “What brings you to the Upper East Side of New York?”

“I’m working on a case, I’m a detective.” he explains placing his menu to the side, ready to order.

“Oh really? That sounds interesting, do you travel a lot for your job or are you usually in one place?” you question.

“I’ve traveled all over the country, but usually they keep me local back in Lawrence.” just the sound of your hometown made your heart ache. Maria appears handing you both waters and quickly scribbling down Dean’s order, not bothering to ask you what you wanted, for she already knew the answer. “You’re married?” Dean’s voice falters, your eyes follow his stare, right to your hand exposing an exquisite diamond. Disappointment buries in your stomach, suddenly wishing Dean never saw the jewel.

“Engaged,” you admit, not daring to meet his eyes.

“He’s a lucky man.” a thick silence covered you both, this time only momentarily. “Well, what’s new besides that you’re a bride-to-be?” you clear the awkwardness out of your throat, excited to tell him what you’ve accomplished in the past few years.

“I graduated from Yale like I planned, I got my masters in English. At the end of senior year, I published one of my books and it became a bestseller and now I’m here.” your hand motions around the nearly empty room referencing New York. “I met Chuck shortly after I moved here and everything worked out I suppose.” you look down at the ring he gave you, you couldn’t even muster a smile.

“Are you happy?” he inquired,

“Excuse me?” your head leans to the side, not understanding his question.

“Are you happy?” his question hits somewhere deep inside you, it breaks open a wall you’ve glued shut ever since you arrived in the Upper East Side of New York. You always assumed you were, how couldn’t you be? You have an abundance of money, an extremely successful job, a gorgeous home, a fiancé who’s been nothing but great towards you. What was missing?

“I don’t know.” you admit, “I feel like I just need a break, I need to get away from New York and work. I want to feel like a person again.” Dean nods along as you ramble on.

“I’m going back to Lawrence tomorrow morning, why don’t you come back with me and spend a week or so there and come back?” he offers.

“I think I need that,” you nod at his idea, opening up a new conversation, already tired of hearing about yourself.

Over the course of the meal you learn about everything you’ve missed over the past years, Sam recently got engaged to a beautiful girl Jess, Dean raves about how perfect she is for his little brother. He mentions John and Mary’s wedding anniversary is the coming weekend and couldn’t wait for them to see you again. The night was filled with long conversations and bad jokes as if nothing had changed since high school, you almost forgot it had.

You were the last couple to stumble out of Maria’s diner, your laughter fills the chilly air around you, Dean shares stories of past cases you couldn’t believe to be true and you rave about crazy frat parties you used to attend, the awkwardness evaporates with each passing laugh and each passing story.

The dreaded moment came all too soon, you find yourself standing outside of the apartment building you call home, the laughter subsides and frowns curl on both of your lips. Dean clears his throat and pushes the large glass door open for you. The lobby air was warm against your skin, the only sound arises from the fountain in the center of the large room. Dean’s eyebrows raise at the luxury space he stands in, unacquainted with the normalities of the Upper East Side.

“I guess this is goodbye until morning.” You turn to the boy you once loved, for a moment he looks the same, you see the same cheekbones and the same smile, you still get captivated by the brilliance of his green eyes. “This is yours,” you remove his jacket exposing your bare arms once again.

“I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning, we’ll grab coffee or something before we head to the airport.” Dean explains taking his jacket from you, “You looked stunning tonight, as always.” he leans close to your ear, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before turning out of the building and back to wherever he’s staying for the evening.

You step out of the elevator door and into your home sneaking in as quietly as you could, your dress drags behind you as you step out of your heels and onto the tile. You maneuver in the darkness not wanting to wake your sleeping groom as you make your way into the bathroom. You tear off the expensive fabric and toss it to the side of the large space, you rip out hair accessories, and scrub your face free of makeup until it feels almost raw. You stare at the girl you once knew but only a stranger stands before you, you search for the girl you once were and for a moment you swear you found her, but she’s gone as soon as she came, she leaves you feeling more alone than before.

You slip into a nightgown and into the sheets beside Chuck who stirs awake at your sudden presence. “There you are, where have you been?” his voice croaks, his throat unfamiliar with his voice.

“I needed to get some air.” you lie, pulling the sheets over the both of you, “I’m having major writer’s block and need to escape New York for the week, I’m flying to Paris tomorrow morning.” his arms snake around you, pulling your body closer to his own.

“Okay darling, anything for you.” he kisses your ear softly before falling back into a deep slumber. You stare into the darkness aching for sleep that refuses to come, your phone buzzes on the night table, illuminating the bedroom with light.

“Tonight was great, see you tomorrow. -D”

You smile at his simple words remembering the late night conversations you would have often with the same man so long ago. Your eyes flutter slowly and soon you drift off into a deep sleep thinking about the boy you’ve never stopped loving.

Just Give Me a Try

Supernatural Prompt Challenge
January: Emotions prompt: Courage
pairings: destiel
wordcount: 3.4k
tags: no warnings apply, meet cute at a rock climbing gym, experienced climber sam, newbie dean, dean is bi, tattooed hippie route setter cas,

beta shoutouts for @punkascas and @jhoomwrites x

On a chilly Thursday evening, Dean’s perspective on climbing nerds like Sam changes.

Sure, he’d seen some good-looking people at Sam’s favored gym before, employees and fellow climbers alike. But this guy takes the cake.

How the hell Dean had never seen him before he doesn’t know, but he’s ready to give thanks to all major deities he knows of for Sam wanting to go to this ‘setter’s meeting.’

Sam had explained in the car that the setters are employees of the gym who design and then install new routes on a weekly basis.

“They do all kinds of training and certification for it,” he’s saying, tapping his foot excitedly. “And it’s amazing to watch them work. Who even has the brain for that sort of thing?”

Dean just nods, pulling into the parking lot next to the warehouse which houses the gym. It looks so drab and inconspicuous on the outside, you’d never guess there’s a lively bunch of hippie rock climbers inside.

He’s uncertain about what possible contributions he could make. He’s only been climbing half a dozen times, he didn’t even know what a heel hook was until two days ago.

Sam has been rock climbing seriously for about two years, ever since he took a class at his college on a whim. Turns out it’s the perfect form of exercise for a Sasquatch, and he’s been raving about it to Dean ever since. Dean was wary at first but he finds himself enjoying it a little more every time they go together.

Kind of like California, actually. Dean had been nervous as hell to move away from Kansas, from everything he’s ever known. But in truth, there was nothing left for him in Lawrence. Just a childhood tinged with sadness. And Sam always sounded so damn happy on the phone and over Skype. He’d found a great place to be, but he still missed his brother. Dean couldn’t begrudge him that, obviously, since he’d felt the same way. Turns out the best solution for both of them was the same: that Dean move out to Palo Alto. He’d been scared, but so far it’s been worth it.

When they step into the gym, they greet Hannah at the front desk. Sam spots a couple of his friends right away and Dean sprawls out on the largest couch in the sitting area. His eye is drawn to where Sam is pulling on his favorite pair of climbing shoes. They’re completely flat on the bottom though if you look closely you can see the curve from heel to toe, where the shoe is pointed and made for a climber to perch on their toes, no matter how small the foot hold.

Should I even rent shoes? He wonders if other regulars come in to climb while the setters are working.

“You’ll need shoes, won’t you?” A gruff voice suddenly speaks from above him. Dean looks up and is momentarily mesmerized by striking blue eyes and a dark, scruffy jawline.

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Dean/Cas: Looks Like Home

The five people Dean dates in college. 1.8K.

Contrary to first impressions, Dean Winchester is not a player.

Sure, he used to love ‘em and leave ‘em (one at a time, of course; he isn’t amoral), but after Lisa Braeden broke his heart by dumping him days before their prom, citing his lack of emotional investment and “pushing it all down for the sake of machismo,” Dean swore he’d turn a new leaf and ditch his antics come freshman fall. He didn’t lose his penchant for flirting, though he managed to curb his commitment-phobia, and, over the course of the next four years, he learns a thing or two about dating in college.

1. The Freshman Floormate

Dean met Cassie on move-in day while walking down the hallway with an armful of boxes. It was almost clichéd how she took his breath away, all infectious laughter and big brown eyes. They sat together at the welcome dinner, were together less than a week later, working through the 101 Things To Do Before You Graduate list with a determination fit for the Olympics. Perhaps if they had met at a different time, spring semester or sophomore year, maybe their excitement about each other wouldn’t have petered out with the novelty of college. But they met new friends and joined new circles that didn’t necessarily get along, and Dean spent his freshman Valentine’s Day splitting a family size Hershey’s bar with his roommate.

2. The T.A.

In hindsight, he’d cringe at the fact that he used “You followin’ me?” as a pick-up line, but the flustered stare he received had been worth it, though it quickly evolved into an exasperated eye roll.

“I’m your T.A.,” Aaron said with a sigh. “We only see each other in lab, remember?”

Dean merely grinned, shaking his head. “Except I also saw you back at the quad.”

“Yeah, along with fifty other students,” Aaron laughed, stacking their labs into a neat little pile.

“Aw, come on,” Dean leaned on the doorjamb. “You’ve gotta admit we had a moment.”

“A moment of frustration,” corrected Aaron, “because your work is great but your penmanship’s awful.”

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Sam is sitting on his laptop when he sees it.

He’s just a room away with his laptop and books, and happens to look up right when Dean pushes cas back into the big map table, almost knocking them over onto it, mouths latched.

Now, Sam isn’t as grossed out by seeing his brother making out as he should be. Maybe it’s all the times he’s been around when Dean’s picked up girls, and god forbid, the times he walked in on him with them. But most likely it’s the “ew” reaction being drowned out by relief. No more unresolved sexual tension, no sir. Not in this bunker. (At least until Gabriel magically shows up not-so-dead in like two weeks. But Sam doesn’t know about that).

With Sam’s sudden unintentional bird-like noise from across the way, the hunter and the angel break apart quickly. Dean staring at a corner with wide eyes, deep in horrible thought and realization, Cas, with a false calmness looks up to Sam, and back to Dean, and kisses his hunter again to shake him out of his trance.

Sam then starts the talk they’ve already come to terms with having far too soon, with a “So. You two finally got your shit toge- oh my god I have so many people to call.” Standing up and pulling out his phone to first call Charlie.

Cas has by now mozied the silent Dean nearer to a pacing Sam, with a “Charlie?”

Sam just nods, waits a tick, and says “Charlie, they did it.”

A far too loud “DESTIEL?!” Can be heard from the phone all throughout the room

“Yes. Call Kevin and tell him to hold up his sides of the bets. We’re winning tonight.”

Sam takes his phone from his ear as Charlie hangs up, and Dean finally speaks with a “Bets?”


“Wait, you’re telling me… Sam you’re telling me you’ve had bets with Charlie on me and Cas…”

“Not just me and Charlie, and yeah, you and Cas finally boning each other.” Sam says with a ghost of a chuckle


“Dean,” cas says with a calming hand. Dean just grumbles and adds a “I can’t believe you bet. I can’t believe you knew

Sam just sighs and finishes dialing another number. He picks up with a “Hey Bobby, Call Jody, tell her to tell Donna too, why not, Dean finally grew a pair.”

Dean’s “HEY!” Gets cut off by Castiel’s snort. Dean then adds a snippy “what’re you snorting at.” “You.” “That’s rud- Sammy who the hell’re you calling now- How many friggin people were in on this? And when did you become the call center for this little operation? Every one of these people bet? How much’re we talkin here… Can I get in on this?”

“Dean, you cannot get in on the betting after the bets are won- and lost.”

“Yeah I can! I’m the one who made these bets…” Dean gestures wildly, trying to find a word. “Happen!” Dean exclaims from his seat he’s taken next to cas, as they’ve both sat down to watch this unfold.

“That’s… Not how it works.”

“Sure it is. How much’re we talking here.”

“Well,” Sam says as he sets down his phone finally, after sending out a few texts. “Bobby bet Charlie $170 you wouldn’t, though he then said promptly he thought you would. I think he just wanted to join in-” Sam stops at Dean’s face of pure shock, with a “What?”

“One… Seventy, like one hundred and seventy American dollars.”

“Dean, Balthazar bet eight grand you would by the end of that weekend that we hunted those four chupacabras. How do you think Charlie bought her new PC setup she’d raved about?”

Dean splutters out a weak and squeaky “eight grand??” Which Sam answers with a knowing “Nine years, Dean. We’ve had a lot of time sitting around watching you two stare at each other. Do you know how many times we’ve helped people and someone’s grabbed me and asked if you two were together? I won enough off of people who didn’t even know you to get this new laptop AND just about that whole bookshelf there of newer research.”

Dean settles into his chair a little, right as Cas taps Dean to get his attention

“Yeah, Cas?”

“Does this mean we can hold hands now?”

“Yeah, Cas.”

Both hands

paring; Wincest (S10)
prompt; “Wincest shortly after Dean becoming human (from being a demon) and is still a bit pissed at Sam for curing him”
words; 1.9k
rating; Bit of angst, mentions of sex (no actual sex)
notes; I don’t know why this took me so long i’m sorry,
my next prompt is Serial killers! Winchesters (i haven’t started it yet, shsh)

Prompt from and for @corrupteddean <3 thanks babe:)

It had been a few days after Dean became human again, and to say the very least, he wasn’t taking it that well. Dean had been angry about almost anything and everything. First it was baby, Sam wasn’t sure if Dean was mad about himself treating her like that, or if he was mad about Sam letting him treat her like that.

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12 Dates of Christmas; Part 1.

Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.

Word Count: 2310

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. It’s going to be 97-99% fluff. All 12 parts.

Your name: submit What is this?


“Trust me,” Mandy had told you. “You’ll like this guy.”

Blind dates weren’t really your thing, but when Mandy told you that, you decided to give the whole concept one more try. Mandy was smart and level-headed, and she had never steered you wrong … Even if the guy she had set you up with was her mechanic, someone she was only acquainted with casually.

You looked out the window and checked the weather, hoping it would help you decide what to wear. Gray clouds cluttered the sky; it hadn’t snowed yet this year but those clouds threatened to change that fact. Christmas lights perked up the dreary view out your window, making you smile. You loved Christmastime. Maybe you’d incorporate that into your outfit for the evening.

The mechanic – Dean Winchester – had communicated through Mandy that your dinner reservations were at a nice but not fancy sit-down place, so you picked a long-sleeve knit dress with thick, hunter green and white stripes from your closet. It feel just above your knees, so as you fastened the thin, brown belt around your waist, you decided on dark red tights and boots to match the belt on the dress. You took a look in the mirror and suddenly panicked. What were you thinking?

“Mandy, you’ve got to call this guy and tell him I changed my mind,” you told her once she answered the phone.

She groaned, and you could just picture her rolling her eyes. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you? We talked about this. There’s a twenty-four hour cancellation policy, Y/N. It’s too late now. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t even know.” You plopped onto your bed. “I’m wearing red and green – that’s lame, right?”

“Not lame,” Mandy replied carefully. “But maybe a little much for a first date. Give me about ten minutes, I’ll come over and help you.”

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling more than a little relieved. “Be careful.”

You fretted and paced in the eight minutes it took for Mandy to breeze in the door to your apartment. She closed and locked it behind her, tossing her coat and bag on the couch, then followed you to your room.

“All right, let’s see what we’re working with.” She looked you up and down and tapped her fingers on her chin. “Okay, I’ve got it. Let’s get to work. We’ll start with hair and make-up.”

Over the next forty-five minutes, Mandy made short work of curling your hair and pinning it back in a pretty half-up, half-down style. She helped you with your make-up, and finally suggested you change out the red tights for green ones that matched the stripes on your dress.

“There,” Mandy smiled. “He won’t be able to resist you now.”

You hugged her tightly. “You’re the best. What would I do without you?”

“Go on this date, then we’ll see if you still think that,” Mandy chuckled. “Now get going, or you’ll be late. I’m going to wait here, eat the pint of ice cream in your freezer and binge watch some Netflix. Can’t wait to hear about it when you get back!”

You pulled on your own coat, a scarf, and gloves, and braved the cold wind outside. You winced when the weatherman on the radio informed you there would be snow falling before the week was over.

What did it matter? It could snow tonight for all you cared. You had no high hopes for this date, and you could use the excuse to get home early.


Dean waited semi-patiently at the table in the middle section of the restaurant for his blind date. It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking forward to meeting someone new, but he was a little concerned that maybe this girl wasn’t as great as Mandy had built her up to be.

The restaurant was situated in a just-above-middle-class part of town, but he had chosen it carefully. One the chance that this girl was as great as Mandy described, Dean wanted to make a good impression. The Christmas décor and lights made the restaurant feel more laid-back than the handful of times he had been there before, which Dean appreciated now more than ever, as his nerves were really working themselves.

“Would you like to order a drink while you wait?” the young man waiting the table asked politely.

“It’s all right. She should be here soon.” He shrugged, briefly. “Maybe a couple of waters.”

Dean’s eyes trailed after waiter as the younger man walked to another table towards the front of the restaurant. He eyed a pretty girl walking his way with the hostess, who stopped midway and pointed to Dean’s table. She peeled her coat and gloves off as she approached him, laying her coat over her arm.

“Are you Dean?” you asked. A pretty pink blush dusted over your cheeks.

He stood to shake hands with you. “I am. And you must be Y/N?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Dean smiled. He didn’t want to be superficial, but by the looks of this girl, the night was off to a good start. “Please, have a seat. I have waters on the way, but we can order whenever you’re ready.”

“Great, thank you. I’ve never been here, so it might take a couple of minutes.”

“Take all the time you need.” He watched you while you perused over the menu. “If you tell me what you’re in the mood for, maybe I could make a suggestion?”

You brightened a little. “That would be great. Honestly, I’m a meat-and-potatoes kind of girl.”

His kind of girl. “I don’t mean to be cliché, but you should try out what I’m having. Right here on the menu … the marinade on the steak is amazing.”

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed after reading the description.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll probably have a whiskey sour with it, too, if you don’t mind. Ease the nerves a little bit.”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Dean smiled at that, and you had to glance elsewhere to stop yourself from grinning so big. This guy was handsome, charming, and there was something about him … Whatever it was, it made your heart beat faster.

Once the waiter came and took your orders, you decided you were going to be brave and ask some questions.

“Well, I know you’re a mechanic,” you began. “What made you decide on that for a career?”

Dean cleared his throat. “My dad, actually. We were really close. Always working on some project in the garage for as long as I can remember. I mean, it wasn’t perfect – he was a military man, and that was hard sometimes. But he loved us, and he taught me a lot about cars.”

“I can’t help but notice you talking about him in the past tense …” you said quietly.

Dean nodded. “A couple of years ago. Heart attack.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I really miss him, but I’m getting along.” He looked you in the eye and said with a smile, “Things are getting brighter.”

You blushed yet again and looked away. “I’m glad you were close with him. I was close with my dad, too. My mom wasn’t really around, so I got really close with him and my brothers.”

“Family is important,” Dean asked. “What do you do?”

“I’m a paramedic.”

Dean started ticking the little things he knew about you off on his fingers. “Meat-and-potatoes eater, whiskey drinker, close with her family, saves lives – Mandy found me the perfect girl.”

You laughed. “And she found me quite the charmer.”

“A handsome one though, right?” Dean teased.

“A handsome one,” you agreed as the waiter set your plates down in front of the two of you. “Who apparently makes really great supper suggestions. This looks and smells amazing!”

The meal was delicious. The two of you took your time eating, conversing between bites about where in the city you had grown up, your favorite TV shows, the music you liked to listen to – anything and everything that came to mind.

“Okay, now be honest.” Dean smiled. “Did you wear green tonight because Christmas is coming?”

You hid your face in embarrassment, but recovered quickly. “I did! You know what, I’m not even going to hide it. I love Christmas. It’s my absolute favorite holiday. The lights and the decorations, the snow, the … uh, the romance.”

“Hey,” Dean said, beckoning for your attention. “I think that’s great. I mean, I always liked it, but I’m more of a Fourth of July kind of guy.”

“That’s my second favorite,” you offered.

“I’ll look forward to spending it with you then,” Dean commented sincerely.“Okay, so they really do have some great desserts here, but I have a different idea, if you’re okay being outside for a little bit.”

You nodded. “Sure, I’m game for an adventure.”

He paid the bill and helped you with your coat. While you finagled your gloves and scarf on, he pulled his coat on, and asked if you trusted him yet.

“Um, I’m sorry … why?” You asked, brow raised.

“Well, I figured if you trust me, we could take my car on this adventure, and I’ll bring you back to your car –”


“Say what?”

“Truck,” you repeated. “I drive a truck, which I feel okay with you bringing me back to later.”

Dean smiled and slipped his gloved fingers through yours.


As the two of you walked around the outdoor ice-skating rink sipping hot chocolate, you had to chuckle as Dean raved again that you had known about his car before he told you.

“I mean, not every girl I know can identify a 1967 Impala – in fact, probably the only other woman I know that could do that is my mom, and it’s because she was the first and only girl my dad ever took for a ride in that car.”

“It’s in great condition,” you complimented. “And you aren’t the only one who grew up in the garage with your dad. I just didn’t turn it into a career.”

“Oh yeah,” Dean nodded. His warm breath misted into the winter air. “What made you decide on that, anyway?”

You took a deep breath. “I wanted to help people. I wish it was more of an inspirational story than that, but really … I like the rush of an emergency call, and the idea that what I do could make the difference between a person living or dying.”

Dean looked at you like he’d never seen a woman before. “I really am not dropping a line here but, damn, Y/N. I can’t get over how amazing you are.”

You laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Sparky.”

“Sparky?” Dean chuckled as the two of you stopped at turned to face each other. You tossed your empty cup into a nearby trash can and shrugged.

“Yeah. My dad’s an electrician, but on one of their first dates, he showed my mom how to change the spark plugs in her car. She always called him Sparky after that – a combination of the two things, I guess.” You swallowed. “Considering it didn’t work out for them, maybe it’s kind of a jinx to use it for you. Sorry.”

Dean threw away his own cup and shook his head. He crooked a finger under your chin and smiled down at you. “No. There’s no way this could be anything but a good thing.”

A kiss was coming, and you knew it – hell, you were hoping it was in the cards for the evening. Just before Dean’s mouth connected with yours however, two kids ran in between you on their way to the ice skating rink, separating the two of you.

You gnawed on your bottom lip. “Guess it’s getting kind of late anyway. I have to be at the station early tomorrow for a twenty-four hour shift.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be at work in the morning, too. Not for twenty-four hours, thank goodness.”

You smiled and reached for Dean’s hand again as the two of you walked back to the Impala.


When he dropped you back off at the restaurant, he offered a tight embrace and a kiss to the top of your head.

“Be safe on your shift tomorrow,” he cautioned. “It’s too early into a good thing for you to be getting into some kind of freak accident or anything, and with the storm coming in …”

You grinned back at him. “I’ll be careful. And you be careful, too. Don’t get caught up by some chesty girl dropping her car off for a tune-up.”

“I’m pretty sure my mind’s only going to be in one place tomorrow,” Dean answered quietly. You silently wished he would try to kiss you again, but his gall seemed to be gone for the evening. “Maybe after you’ve had some rest after your shift, you can come help me decorate my Christmas tree.”

“It isn’t decorated yet?” you exclaimed. “There’s only a few weeks until Christmas.”

“My brother and I helped Mom decorate hers, and I lost the mood, I guess. I think I’ve got it back. What do you say? I’ll cook you dinner, we’ll decorate the tree …”

You nodded. “All right. I’ll bring dessert.”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled. “Let me know when you’re home?”

“If you promise to answer.”

“I promise. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Dean.”

You got in your truck, wishing you had started the ignition before you and Dean said your good-night. It would take a few minutes for the thing to warm up, but while you waited, you watched in your rearview mirror as Dean drove off.

“This just might turn out to be the best Christmas yet,” you smiled to yourself.

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The Great SPN Meta Scavenger Hunt: Round 2  - The Exclamatories, Expletives and Key Words/Phrases Listicle

(or TL;DR - “Suck as it may, our perky nipples are defcon screwed with signs of douchery, so shut your cakehole, you whackjob, before I make your posh spice ass have a code brown moment and use you for an angel condom. Asshat.”)

[No abstract here because writing them is hard and f*ck that sh*t it is 4 am.]


Thanks to @elizabethrobertajones​ for kickstarting my “SPN Character Voice Database” project with this challenge. The verbal creativity and qualities of each character’s “voice’ has always been one of the things that has greatly entertained me about Supernatural. So, in attempting to write SPN fanfic, I am pretty obsessed about making character’s dialogue *sound* right. @chiisana-sukima​  and I were chatting recently about our struggles to ‘write’ the boys swearing convincingly (I make then swear lamely and she has to take swears out) and BOTH of us are struggling with making Sam swear right (tip – turns out, that’s because he doesn’t very much). [I think this is the presenting problem or sorta the research question, but again, 4 am and not getting paid so ;P]

In the spirit of scientific investigation, I have begun to address this problem in a typically “academic” way – I collected and analyzed unique character language patterns data for all 12 of the initial SPN episodes (using Excel and everything). Analysis consisted of *highly subjective* qualitative and quantitative methodologies using the rubric below (thanks to @k-vichan​ for the rubric framework from their “Dean the Action Hero” entry)

Review of Existing Research:

As far as I know – this research is unique in fandom – if someone has already done this, PLEASE let me know so I can do something ELSE with my time.

Definitions of Key Terms:

  • Exclamatory – ‘throw-away’ words which, if removed from the sentence, have no real effect – they are there for punctuation, character flavor, etc. and often start or end a sentence. Includes ‘pet words’ for people like son, boy, douche, Giraffe, etc. For my purposes, I did NOT count ah, well, alright or OK, because EVERYONE USES THEM ALL THE TIME in this show. Some words counted in this category ONLY if they were NOT used ‘correctly’ in context – examples (correct usage in brackets):  Hell (the place), God (the person/entity), hey (to get you to turn around), c’mon (to get you to come with someone) and man (to indicate a male person).
  • Expletive – swears, substitute swears and blasphemes (technically all exclamatories, but in a class by themselves). These were casually assigned ‘strength’ by how much I got in trouble for saying them when a kid (words like friggin’ were counted for strength as if they were the swear they replaced). We were not a religious family so blasphemes were all counted as lamer than more scatological swears.
  • Key Words and Phrases – Crack stuff said by characters that ‘define their voice’ – things that make them uniquely them. Fun phrases and sayings. Includes innocuous stuff like “Seriously?”, “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” and chick. Sometimes a colloquialism was counted, like ‘ain’t been’ because it seemed unique to the character. NOTE: Cas is a special case here – his entries tended to be overly formal words no one else ever really says OR cases where he starts to use human idioms at ALL.


Re-watched all initial episodes over the course of 5 days and recorded all entries in the above 3 categories by character, with extras grouped as a block. Then grouped all recurring characters of note in a “friends and family” group for easier analysis, creating 4 main groups: Dean, Sam, F&F and Xtras. These four groups were then analyzed in the following categories and assigned scores by one completely biased reviewer.

  • Quantity - actual # of items recorded across ALL characters. Repetitions were counted individually.
  • Variety - (scale of 1-5) measures how unique and interesting items are for this episode, as well as ‘strength’ of expletives.
  • Originality - 5 points per item that made me chuckle or raised my eyebrow the 1st time I watched the episode
  • Sam vs Dean - % of Sam items to Dean items as an integer.
    Sam hardly swears, so we want to give him lots of credit for when he DOES do so. This also serves as a measure of ‘balance’ in verbal creativity for the episode.
  • Family & Friends - (scale of 1-5) QVO (see above) across other core characters (+1 bonus point if Cas had ANY)
  • Xtras - (scale of 0-5) QVO across any Xtras
  • Impress me – 5 points per character whose performance REALLY stood out to me (purely subjective, don’t argue with the researcher)

Controlling for Bias:
@chiisana-sukima and I also discussed how the writer for each episode had a lot to do with language, so we’ve included that data in the results. Other items that may affect the data include a) how much silence there was built into the script, b) how MANY characters appeared in the episode, and c) how plot affected the character (Demon!Dean, Demon!Bobby, Leviathan!Cas, dead-hallucination Bobby-in-Sam’s-head, etc.). For my purposes, if they LOOKED and tried to ACT like the character, their words were categorized for that character. But, essentially, I didn’t sweat this stuff and did whatever I wanted, because no one is paying me, so there.


SO – no surprise this is stupidly long and full of illustrative screencaps. Read below the cut for the Fun stuff! {Oh, and pre-emptively: “Screw you, my math is perfect.”}

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Almost There

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

The new addition to the True Fluff series!  (Click here for mobile master list link, which has everything from the previous parts linked up.)

Summary: Dean dropped the L-bomb. What now?

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: None. 

Your name: submit What is this?

The garage was deadly silent as you stared at Dean, mouth slightly agape. Did he just say …? Was he really …?

“Please,” he begged in a whisper. “Say something.”

You swallowed. “Dean, I … Well, that was not what I expected to hear from you anytime soon.”

“I shouldn’t have said it,” Dean sighed, dropping his hands away from you, running one through his hair. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just – I couldn’t hold it back any longer.”

“And I wouldn’t want you to,” you assured quickly. “Listen to me. I’m so close. My heart is bursting with everything I feel for you. You’ve done nothing the whole time we’ve been together but encourage me and support me. I’m so afraid that if I don’t say it right now, you’ll leave. But I want you to know I feel it, Dean, I do. Saying it though … that feels like a different mountain to climb. Please, don’t walk away. I know I’ve been a step behind you since the beginning, but just let me catch up, please.”

Dean frowned, and you feared the worst. “Did you not hear what I said? I’m in love with you, pretty girl. There is no walking away for me. I’ll stand here for the rest of my life and wait for you to catch up, if I have to. Everything you’ve done for me this weekend … the car, showing me the garage … all of it. I can see how you feel in your actions. Obviously I want to hear the words at some point, but I know you’ll get there. As long as you’re not panicking about me saying it, I’m good.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you went up on tiptoe to kiss him.


Dinner was, of course, delicious. Meals at Mary’s house never disappointed. Dean raved on about the Trans Am and the garage. He squeezed your hand tight when he finished telling about it.

“I think you’ve found a keeper,” Mary smiled, winking at you. “Mom votes yes, anyway.”

You blushed. “Well, thanks. Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

“Me, too,” Jess offered.

“You can talk with us, but you rest. That baby’s going to wear you out before it’s even here, so you keep up your energy while you can,” Mary ordered.

The three of you shuffled back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, cleaning up supper while Dean and Sam made small talk in front of the TV. When the leftovers were put away and dishes loaded into the washer, Mary put a few candles in a pecan pie, and brought it out to the coffee table while singing ‘Happy Birthday’. You followed with a few mugs of coffee, and Jess brought the dessert plates and forks.

Dean grinned around a large bite of pie after he was served the first piece. “Mom, this is amazing. My two favorite ladies, spoiling me like none other tonight.”

You kissed his cheek before helping yourself to a piece of pie and a mug of coffee. Once all of that was cleaned up, you and Dean excused yourselves for the evening. Once loaded into his truck, you scooted over to the middle of the bench seat and nuzzled against his neck.

“Stay with me tonight,” you pleaded. “We’re both off tomorrow.”

Dean chuckled. “Haven’t you had enough of me?”

“Never, Sparky.”

That was all it took to convince him. He put an arm around you, holding you close during the drive first to his house, then yours. Once in your driveway, he toted his bag up to the porch while you unlocked the door and turned the lights on.

“It’s freezing in here!” Dean declared, rushing for the bedroom. “What the hell?”

You winced. “I turned the heater off before I left … Maybe I should have just turned it down.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Dean chuckled.

“At least I’ll have you here to keep me warm until the heater catches up.”

Dean smiled as he changed into sweats and a t-shirt. You opted for boyshorts and one of Dean’s t-shirts you had managed to keep at your place. It wasn’t too late, but the two of you were beat from the weekend. You turned on the television in your room, set the timer for it to shut off, and snuggled up next to your boyfriend. Dean kissed your forehead and thanked you again for a really great weekend.

“I hope you thanked Jess and Sam as much as you’re thanking me,” you answered. “They rented the cabin, you know.”

“I know, and I’m definitely grateful to them, too,” Dean assured. “But you’re here now. So I can tell you now.”

“Fair enough.” You took a deep breath. “I like this. Beginning and ending my day with you. It’s perfect.”

Dean gave you a half-smile. “When you say things like that – that’s why I don’t need you to say the other thing back, Y/N. But it’s also why I couldn’t wait to tell you. Even if you’re not next to me, every day for me begins and ends with you. You’re pretty frequently in that middle part, too. You’re everything, and you have been for going on seven weeks.”

You took a deep breath. “How did I get so lucky?”

Dean shook his head. “No, that’s not it. Pretty sure I’m quoting a movie when I say this, but we’re both blessed. We got each other. And no matter what happens in the future, I know we’re always going to have each other. Let me tell you one more thing about what I said earlier, then I’ll let you go to sleep.”

“I’m listening.”

“When we were at the cabin and things got heated, we said that we wanted to be in love before sex came into play. I want to be very clear that me telling you I love you has nothing to do with that. The timing is coincidence, is all. If we want another ten years, so be it.” You made a face, and Dean chuckled. “Okay, maybe not ten years. But you know what I mean. I just want you next to me. That’s all.”

You leaned up a little more to kiss him. “Like I said earlier, Sparky. I’ll never get enough of you. I’m here, next to you, for as long as you’ll have me. You’re the only one I want.”

Dean smiled and kissed you again. “Then I guess I should cancel the plans I had with Caitlin next week.”

“Jess’s sister-in-law?” you frowned.

“The girl from the shop,” Dean laughed. “I didn’t even think about them having the same name.”

You pinched him in the side for that one; he responded by tickling you until you begged for mercy. When he finally gave it up, you were on your back and he was smiling down at you, hovering over your body.

“Would you really consider dating her again?”

“First of all, I never dated her. We went on one date, and I took her to mom’s once. That’s it,” Dean reminded you. “And, to answer your question, absolutely not. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your heart in anyway, pretty girl. I’ll say it this once more because it’s still my birthday so I’m allowed, then I’ll drop it until you’re ready to hear it again: you’re it for me. I love you. That’s all I need to know.”

As Dean’s lips met yours for what was probably the five-hundredth time but still felt like the first time, you knew that somehow, that was all you needed to know, too.

Nobody But You