she looks so different from cas

Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you. (Part 2)

Originally posted by devoiddean

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

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“You are really close.” a soft voice said but you still almost jumped. You turned around to face Mary and let a soft chuckle.

“Did I scare you?” she asked and you gave her a sheepish smile.

“For a hunter my instincts are always fast asleep.” you said with a laugh “Much to Dean’s dismay. He’s taught me a lot of things but I always seem to do the wrong thing, can’t understand how he can be so patient.”

“He’s not usually.” she said with a small shrug as she took a sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“I have noticed yeah, I guess.” you sai with a small shrug.

“He’s patient with you… and a lot of other things that he usually isn’t.” she noted and you were too occupied to notice the voice tone when she said the words.

“I think?” you gave her a shy smile “I just- we’re close, that’s all. Maybe I get to see a few other sides in him.”

“Only him?” she asked with a frown and you stopped for a moment to look at her blinking “I mean-” he started again “I haven’t been around for very long but- I just noticed that you and Dean and Sam are really… comfortable around each other. You really are a family.” for lack of better words.

You smiled just slightly at the thought of the Winchesters “They are my family Mary. I know that there might not be any blood relation but- but Sam, Dean and Cas are all I’ve got. I lost my family to some vampires and I would have died to if it wasn’t for your sons. That was about ten years ago and we’ve been through heaven and hell together. Literally.” you breathed out.

“They care about you a lot, I can see it.” she said in a low voice and you looked down shyly.

“I- I care about both of them a lot too.” somehow you didn’t understand how you separated them from Cas because the way you cared about them was completely different.

“I’m glad about that, I always wanted someone to look after them and… love them the way you do.”

“I’m not doing anything special, Mary.” you said honestly “It comes naturally, I can’t help it. They’ve done so much for me that I just- it’s impossible to not love them, considering who they are.” yu shrugged and she nodded her head.

“I know that, I know. I just-” he bit on her lower lip for a moment “I was wondering if- I don’t want to intrude or something I just thought that- do you probably see them or any of them any… different?”

“Different? How?” you blinked, although part of you already knew what she was trying to say.

Mary was ready to say something but all words got caught in her throat when she saw her two sons enter the kitchen. They both gave her a kiss on the cheek and greeted her but before they could exchange a ew words they noticed you standing there, ready to prepare dinner and jumped at the opportunity to help.

“Hey what were you talking about?” Dean asked in a low voice as he glanced at Castiel sitting next to Mary and getting into a conversation with her.

“It was-” you paused for a moment, biting your lower lip in thought “It was nothing. Just an easy chat, nothing special.”

“You sure?” Sam asked and you glanced at him, smiling the exact same smile you gave to Dean.

“Yeah, Sammy. Don’t sweat it, casual girl stuff you two giants can’t understand.” you gave him a wink as he grabbed some of the ingredients still needed.

“I mean I can’t but not even Samantha?” Dean asked with a tilt of his head, raising an eyebrow and you snickered.

“Funny much.” Sam rolled his eyes “Hey Deanna, next time period cramps start don’t ask me to go get you all the chocolate I can find.” he said with a smirk, reminding you of a particularly fun case and Dean only scoffed at him.

“I won’t.” he shrugged, wrapping two arms protectively around you “I have (Y/n) for that, at least I can understand her better than you do.” he said in a childish way and you rolled your eyes laughing at them.

“Come on girls, don’t get your panties in a twist. We got dinner to prepare.” you joked, pushing Dean away with your buttas he smirked at you.

“Oh are we getting some action baby? Not here, let’s go get a room first.” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at how flirty he was.

“Can we get to cooking already?” Sam asked with a bitch face and you smiled at his obvious attempt and fail to hide his jealousy. You leaned up and pecked his cheek without a warning – but wait did you ever really warn them? - and nodded your head.

“Sam’s right, as much as I love you too goofballs my stomach really needs the food right now. And it’s that much I could almost chose it over you right now.” you said with chuckle, eyes focused on the task at hand and therefore you were unable to see the smiles that spread on both men’s faces.

“Mary” Castiel’s soft voice made the woman avert her eyes from the sight in front of her. Of course she’d heard the small word and of course unlike you she had not failed to see her sons’ smiles. They were so much alike not just between the two of them but also to that John had when she told him the first time that she loved him.

She knew that this wasn’t the first time you were saying the small word, she’d heard you say to Dean once and althoughshe hadn’t heard a thing she didn’t doubt you’d spoken it to Sam too. Maybe they didn’t say it back but she could see they wanted to and she could see crystal clear from their smiles that they felt it too.

She sighed, looking back at the angel “I’m sorry Castiel, I am just too occupied-”

“Thinking? Yeah, I noticed that. Is everything alright?” he asked with a small adorable frown and she sighed.

“I’m afraid that my answer will be no different from yesterday Castiel.” she looked down at her hands, shaking her head with a frown.

“Are you still worried that they might-”

“That’s the thing Cas.” she cut him off gently “It’s not a might, there is no single doubt about it anymore. I mean, look at the way they look at her. Look at the way they smile after she told them she loves them, they-” she felt her throat close and shook her head, rubbing her forehead.

“It’s… quiet complicated.” Castiel only said in a low voice as he watched you and the Winchesters too occupied with chatting and cooking to care to listen to anything else. It always seemed to be like this, whether you were with one or both of the two men you seemed to not have eyes for anything else. Your full attention was on him/them and nobody else.

“Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it.” she said “And I don’t even know where to stand, Castiel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always looked forward to this day, to see them smile like this: happy and without a single worry even if it was for just an hour. Because that would mean they’d found their own heaven in the woman they loved but now- what kind of heaven is this Castiel? How could any of them ever really be happy knowing that the other is actually in hell because of what is going on.”

“They’re strong, they- they will work it out.”

“Can it be worked out? I mean Castiel as a mother I only want them to be happy but- now I can’t have that because either way one of them will end up hurt. How am I supposed as a mother to stand seeing even one of my sons hurt like that? I always knew something like this would happen I just- I never wished for it to be exactly like this.”

“Their fate has been sealed long ago, Mary. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“But I could do something- I should do. The moment I brought Sam as a baby back home from the hospital I saw that the bond they had started to develop would be the strongest one but- but I fear it, Cas. I fear that the bond I saw them develope years ago will be put to the test and I can’t stand to watch it.”

“Mary it’s their decision to make, it’s not your fault.” he tried to reassure her.

“It is but I- I am scared of that decision, Cas. Whatever it is we know that both of them will hurt one way or another. Their lives had been sealed ever since Dean first held Sam in his arms, they were tied and whatever choice one makes the other will face the consequences. One is meant to sacrifice for the other every time and vice versa- how can a mother deal with that Castiel?”

How?

Unexpected [Clay Jensen]

Pairing:Clay Jensen x fem!reader

Request:could you do #50 with clay from 13rw ?:) 

A/N:I read “you’d make” and not “we’d make” a cute couple so it turned out differently oops:(ALSO HAPPY HANNAH MAKES ME HAPPY-M

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“Oh come on Y/N,when are you planning to tell him?“Hannah asked and took a sip from her milkshake.Y/N snorted and shook her head.

“I don’t know,maybe,never?”She said between laughs and shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey,look at me,” Hannah had gotten serious.She took her friend’s hands in hers,rubbing them softly. “Y/N, i don’t see where the bad thing is!He needs to know!And i’m sure he likes you too,so much!You guys would make such a cute couple!” She shouted from excitement.Y/N’s eyes widened and she immediately shushed her friend.

“Oh my God Hannah!We’re not the only people in here!“

Y/N took a quick look at her surroundings.Nobody at Monet’s seemed to notice Hannah’s sudden outburst.

“Look,what if he doesn’t like me back?I really don’t wanna embarrass myself…”She pointed and sighed once again.

Y/N had been crushing on Clay Jensen for years.But she thought that it’d ruin their friendship if she confessed her feelings for him.Of course,Hannah couldn’t let her friend drown in ignorance;she had everything planned.And she was sure the plan was going to work.It had to.

“Hey,positive thoughts right?Everything’s going to be fine and i’m sure that by the end of this date,you guys will be the best couple ev-”

Y/N was drinking her coffee but as soon as she heard Hannah’s words she almost spilled it.

“Whoa- what da-”

“Hey guys!“Said a familiar voice from behind.With a shocked expression on her face,Y/N turned around and came face to face with none other but Clay Jensen.His hands were tightly holding his backpack but there was a smile on his face nonetheless. What in the world had Hannah done?

“Hey Helmet!“Hannah exclaimed and quickly stood up.Grabbing her bag,she lightly patted his shoulder,she winked at Y/N and started walking away.

“I was just leaving.”

“You’re dead…"Y/N mumbled,her eyes fixed on Hannah.The girl took her tongue out and waved them goodbye,then she soon disappeared.

“What am i gonna do,what am i gonna do?“She thought to herself.She slowly started panicking and that wasn’t good.What had Hannah told Clay?Did she tell him that she was head over heels for him?No,no that wasn’t gonna end up well…

“So…” Clay started as he let his backpack down and took Hannah’s seat.

“Hannah said that you wanted to inform me about something that’s been bothering you lately?”

Y/N simply nodded.She was dying to tell him.But she was scared of his reaction.

“Should i be worried?” He asked and frowned.

It was then or never.She took a deep breath.She decided to stop hiding behind her little finger.If Clay was a true friend he wouldn’t dump her for that.Besides,it was the way she felt.She needed to share it.She would feel better and more relaxed if she did.At the end of the day,it wouldn’t even matter,there were just gonna be some words that needed to be spoken.

“Listen.I don’t care if you don’t see me the same way,i’m just gonna say it;i like you.I’ve liked you since junior high school and i never had the courage to tell you because i was scared.But you know what?I just realized that it’s totally fine.I’ve told you everything about myself,you know me better than anyone else.I like you so much that i might even love you.And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.I just think that this is something that i should’ve told you long ago.“

Y/N talked in a low voice.Her eyes were staring intently at the wooden table.She finished her little speech and let out a deep breath.That was it.Now she was waiting for her friend’s answer.

She couldn’t see the smile slowly creeping on his beautiful face.He coughed a little bit before speaking.

“Y/N the feeling is mutual.“He almost whispered and reached for her right hand.

“What?” She asked,surprised,and looked up.

“For a long time too.And it’s crazy,you and me sitting here talking about it so calm and…It feels good to be honest.”

She couldn’t help but smile.The butterflies in her stomach didn’t seem to leave her.She was sure her cheeks were red but honestly,she didn’t care. “So, you’re saying that-” She didn’t manage to finish her sentence because he extended so as his face was close to hers.Soon, a pair of soft lips were on hers but only for a few seconds;people were watching,kids.But even a few seconds were enough to melt Y/N’s heart.

“You know i don’t say this often but,do you mind being my girlfriend?”

She gave him a cheeky grin and squeezed his hand gently.

“No Clay,not at all!”

The best part is that Y/N and Clay couldn’t see Hannah watching them behind the corner,her hand in her mouth to prevent herself from yelling.Her OTP was finally getting together,there’s nothing in this world she wanted more at this very moment.

Teach You - Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what? She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different. So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different?
Words: ca. 700
Warnings: None

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Jealousy At Its Finest

Summary: Y/N could have any other guy, that lives a normal life but she still continues to leave with Dean making him question what’s so special about himself. 

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,004

Warnings: Insecure Dean, but everything is pretty fluffy. 

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, who asked for an insecure, jealous Dean. This is what I came up with, please let me know what you think of this. Thank you so much for requesting! I want to give special thanks to @jennylovelyheart for helping me out, love you! 

Feedback is welcome and is much appreciated ♡


Dean always thought he wasn’t a jealous type. He always said that he didn’t care when others looked at his partner, it only made him feel proud that he was able to score someone who turned heads. But that changed once he started dating Y/N. Ever since then, he hated when guys stared at her like she was a piece of meat. However, he didn’t like to show his jealousy, because it wasn’t only jealousy that made him think dark thoughts. It was also his insecurities that tied into his jealousy that made him question the reason to why Y/N was still with him.

The thing is, Y/N is everyone’s dream girl. Not just with her looks but with her personality as well. She was kind, generous and humble, especially when people complimented her looks. Her cheeks would flush with redness, as she giggled at the sweet comment. Even though she looks made Y/N the most confident it also made her want to scream since most of the time people looked at her looks. They never cared about how smart she was or how she was a responsible, independent women. It annoyed her when others assumed that she didn’t eat or that she was stuck up; making them hesitate to even start a conversation with her. Which resulted in her not having a true friend nor a real boyfriend since every guy assumed she was just an easy lay. But that everything had changed ever since she met the Winchesters.

Ever since they saved her from a dragon, Y/N had been the happiest version of herself. She had a loving boyfriend, Dean, who constantly made sure to shower her with love every day. He always wanted to keep her happy because that’s what mattered the most. It wasn’t only him who brightened Y/N’s life, there was also his brother, Sam, who grew to be Y/N’s best friend and the older brother she always wanted. And then there was Cas, who managed without a fail to make Y/N smile with his innocent comments and acts. Together, they were a family. But most importantly, Dean and Y/N were each others’ best friends.

The two were two peas in a pod. They told each other everything, no matter what; even if it was the grossest thing to share. They loved going on supply runs together, as a chance to spend time with each other. Which confused Dean because he never thought he could have a real relationship with someone who wasn’t a hunter. And sometimes he hated himself for dragging Y/N into this life; a life that was on the road filled with every kind of monster. He managed to avoid listening to those dark thoughts, whenever Y/N smiled at him or held his hand. However, there were times where his mind kept on reeling on how happier Y/N would be with another guy.

But Y/N wasn’t completely blind to what was happening. She knew there was something, especially when Dean’s mood would turn sour. He would stop making random jokes or sing whatever song was playing in his mind. Often times, his knuckles would turn white from how hard he was holding the steering wheel which confirmed that there was something wrong. Yet, each time she asked, he refused to tell Y/N what was going on in his mind; fearing that she would find him childish to think that way. So, he kept his thoughts to himself until their recent hunt that made him spill all of his secrets.


It had been awhile since Y/N joined the brothers on a hunt. Since she wasn’t raised as a hunter, Dean found it safer for her to either to stay back in the bunker or back in the motel they were staying at. Y/N didn’t mind, she knew Dean just wanted the best for her and it worked out perfectly since Y/N loved doing research. Her favorite part was reading about the different creatures and monsters that existed. Most of the time, Dean would find her asleep on one of the lore books as she spent night reading. This week was Y/N needed this break with the brothers. She hated how stuffy the bunker was getting and knew she was in desperate change of scenery. And hoped for alone time with Dean which unfortunately didn’t work out since they ended up sharing a room with Sam. Despite that, Y/N still had fun with Dean; laughing with him at the programs that were playing on the old television. It was a fun, happy trip, that ended at the local bar as a celebration of the successful hunt. Y/N wore her casual outfit that consisted of her favorite pair of jeans and a flannel; which made Dean’s mind and heart race. He felt like he didn’t deserve Y/N and hoped, that tonight would end on a good note.

Dean stiffened once they entered the bar as he noticed a couple of men drawing their attention to Y/N as a whistle came from a man in the crowd. A tug on his left hand pulled him from his thoughts as Y/N and Sam found the perfect table at the far corner of the bar. The three got situated as they waited for a waiter to come there way. While Y/N and Sam were having their own conversation, Dean was in his own world as he could see a couple of men blatantly staring at Y/N as if they never saw women in their life. Y/N could see that Dean wasn’t in the same mood that he was in when they left a motel. She gave him a sweet smile but the only response she got was a half smiled, as he went back to picking at the table. She assumed he was hungry and hoped that his mood would lighten up after he ate. However, she truly hoped that he would open up to her; wanting to take away his concerns.

After the three had their food and their fair share of drinks, Sam and Dean made their way to the pool table; having a friendly competition with each other. While Y/N sat at the side, laughing at the brother’s tactics, but it wasn’t long till a waitress strolled up towards Y/N with a drink in her hand.

“Uh sorry, I didn’t order this,” Y/N smiled.

“The guy at the far end of the bar did. He told me to pass on the message that if you need some company, you’re more than welcome to sit with him,” the waitress pointed at the guy who held up his drink making both, Dean and Y/N glace up at him.

“Can you do me a favor? Can you give it back to him and tell him that I already have company?” Y/N smiled once again, as she gestured to the Winchesters.

“You came with the two of them?”

“Yes but I’m with only dating one of them.”

“Which one? The tall one or the short one?” The waitress asked and Y/N could tell she was eyeing Sam. “Cause if you’re not dating the tall one, can you do me a favor?”

Y/N chuckled, “Of course. By the way, his name is Sam. And I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much,” the waitress thanked as she abruptly hugged Y/N and made her way back to the guy while Y/N went to work her magic with Sam. It didn’t take long for her to convince him to go talk with the waitress. As for Dean, he grabbed his jacket without announcing what was going on, making Y/N wear a confused look as she followed closely behind him.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the motel,” Dean replied making sure to give the car keys to Sam before heading towards the door; leaving Y/N clueless. She tried her best to keep up with him as he strolled down the sidewalk and once she managed to catch up, she looked up at him to see him focused on the little pebble he was kicking.

“Why did we leave?” Y/N asked but Dean only responded with a shrug. “What’s wrong with you? Did something happen?”

“No,” Dean mumbled, not paying attention to Y/N who had fallen behind.

“Wait, Dean!” She yelled as she grabbed Dean’s arm making him turn towards her. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I hate when you’re like this because I’m supposed to be the one you tell everything to. So please talk to me.”

Dean sighed, “Fine. Do you want to know what’s wrong? I hate when guys look at you like who all these assholes were staring at you.  

“This is all because you’re jealous?” Y/N scrunched her brows, she didn’t mean for it to come as a tease but she was genuinely confused on why Dean needed to be jealous.

“You see?! That’s why I didn’t want to say anything!” Dean stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Dean, you do know there’s no reason to be jealous. You do know that I’m yours and yours only, right?”

“Yes, but Y/N, half of these guys could give you the things I can’t give you,” Dean started and when Y/N continued to look he continued. “A life that doesn’t consist of monsters, a life that isn’t on the road. A life that is normal that consists of having a family and a fricken pet. So, sue me that I hate when guys look at you but it’s because we both know you wish to have a normal life.”

Y/N continued to stand there, stunned by everything she heard. She didn’t care for a ‘normal’ life; she cared a life with Dean. “Dean, I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want the boring, everyday life that has a routine. This life with you, Sam and Cas, is different and fun and speac-.”

“But admit Y/N, it’s dangerous and annoying. Anyone would’ve accepted that drink from that guy,” Dean cut Y/N making her huff. She needed Dean to see the truth, to see what she felt.

“Who did I leave with?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?” Dean groaned.

“Just answer the question, Dean. Who did I leave with?”

“Me.”

“Exactly. I left with you because I love you and I don’t care about other guys and what they have to offer because they can’t offer me a life with you,” Y/N’s eyes brimmed with tears. “You are my best friend, you are the only person in my life who cares so much about me and that is worth everything in the world to me. I don’t need a family because you are my family and that is enough. This life with you gave me so much, but most importantly it gave me happiness. So, no Dean not everyone would’ve accepted that guys offer. At least not me,” Y/N finished off wiping a tear that rolled down her cheek and leaned upward to place a kiss on Dean’s lips. She could feel him loosening up as they deepened the kiss and only breaking apart when a honking of a car ruined their moment. The couple let out a soft chuckle as their foreheads leaned stayed connected.

“I love you too, Y/N. Thank you, baby,” Dean sighed, thanking the stars for sending him someone like Y/N. “Now, let’s go back to the motel and take advantage of Sam not being there,” Dean smirked as he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist; no longer in a sour mood. As they walked back to the motel, Dean’s mind wandered into another thought. One that was brighter, one that consisted of making Y/N his forever. One that would make her his wife.


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12x20 - Holy Narrative Mirrors Batman!

In the middle of taking ages to write another hand meta (yes I’m back to that guys) this episode aired and therefore I am here to bring you my review of 12x20 and all the emotions that brought to the table.

Firstly, important things to address: I am PISSED that two POC women were killed this episode. I don’t really care that Alesha was brought back as a Twig puppet monster (my nickname for those creatures) because it was still two violent POC deaths shown on screen. Must we really keep seeing this on this show? After Billy? I know that SPN needs to keep its death count high and I would NOT want them to kill off Max when he is our only canon recurring queer character on the show atm either (not including Dean still hidden away in Narnia) but I’m still pissed off about it. I also didn’t like the fact that they showed the old witch’s immediate dislike of Tasha being a racist thing either. Yes I know she’s an evil witch but really spn? Racism and then have that same racist old hag KILL the poc lady? Nice going.

Anyway, that is my rant on that. So ya’ll know it pissed me off. This is a just fandom blog and I wanna keep it positive bearing in mind I actually loved this episode but it needed to be addressed.

I did love this episode, even if I am getting a meta headache over all the narrative mirrors they showed us and went to extensive lengths to portray. I feel I need to outline them all clearly so without further rambling here they are:

Max is Dean and Alesha is Sam

This one is pretty obvious. They went to great lengths to show this including adding a blast from the far past in the ‘THEN’ section by showing us the Pilot episodes baby dean (how high and young his voice was!) saying the classic phrase “Dad’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days”. To say that the Banes’ story then mirrors the first two seasons of the show would be highly accurate.

Max is shown to be the loud, flirtatious, overly confident sibling with his boisterous attitude and charisma. Unlike Dean however he is ‘out and proud’… Oh Dean… please find your way out of Narnia this season.

Alesha is the sibling who rolls her eyes over her brothers antics, and feels more like an outsider in the family, based on this conversation with Sam:

“He always thinks he knows mum better, because they’re both natural witches, it’s who they are”

“When I was growing up Dean and my dad had the same thing with hunting, that bond”.

This pretty much drums the mirror home, but later we are shown just how similar Dean and Max are by how Max takes the deal and brings his sister back (though perhaps not quite in the same way) and sells his soul for her, because like Dean, he is unable to go on without his sibling.

This is the main narrative mirror in place, with the siblings shown to be kinda co-dependent and willing to sacrifice for each other. It also really helps our bi!dean reading that he is yet again being mirrored with a queer man. Yay for Steve Yokey really pushing that parallel.

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Huntress- Part 12: Ramiel

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E12 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven

Lying awake in a motel, you breathed in and out. Sat upright and facing the window, where a few muffled shouts of drunk people occasionally sounded. You sighed, glancing at your Uncle and Dad who were both fast asleep. 
Dad wasn’t overly keen on the idea of you tagging along to hunt a demon, especially since that night…
But you insisted on him at least taking you. He gave in, most likely not wanting to fight over it rather than agreeing with you. You hadn’t thought about Max for a few days. You still missed her. Of course you did. Seeing your Dad and Uncle together, as siblings, it reminded you of her. Especially with their Mum back. 

You were staring absentmindedly at nothing in particular when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Swiping it away before it woke anyone up you looked at the caller ID and sighed. 
He was calling you again, the last voice mail was supposed to be the final one. He told you he’d leave you alone. He told you- 
‘1 new voice mail’
You read the words on the screen, again for safe measure.
Your finger hovered over ‘play’ as you reached for your headphones. Only, something made you stop. Realisation perhaps,you were a curious person, but this wasn’t right. It’s not lying if you don’t listen to the messages.

‘message deleted’


When your Dad and Uncle finally woke up you were fully dressed, reading through some articles on your phone. Dad’s eyes landed on you, then fell to the barely creased duvet and he sighed, perching on the edge of the bed next to you. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He asked softly, not giving you room to escape the question.
You shook your head, not looking at him. “You’re gonna need energy if you want to help on this hunt.” He subtly lectured you.
“I know…”
“Y.N, I know it’s hard. But you’re going to have to focus for me, focus on the hunt and nothing else…Just, try not to get too worked up, love.” He gave you a quick side hug, holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. When he stood up, he held his hand on your shoulder for a second before going to the bathroom.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Uncle Dean sat down next to you this time. You felt stupid, like you needed some kind of constant reassurance. “You okay?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow lightly.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, smiling lightly.
“As crazy as this sounds, Sammy’s died before. I know what it feels like to be without your sibling. I know how tough it is.”
“But he came back.” You fiddled with your thumbs.
“Yeah he did…But it’s the same pain you’re going through.”
“Not if they didn’t come back it isn’t.” You chuckle bitterly, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
”Your Dad; struggling as much as you are, Y/N. He’s lost one of his Daughters. I’ve lost one of my Nieces. Yeah, we didn’t meet her, but she was still our family….I’m sorry, kid…” At that moment your Dad wandered back into the room, Uncle Dean looked up before saying “Come on, let’s meet this Hunter. That should take your mind off things.”


“I’m not mourning her.”You said, putting your phone in your pocket and rising from the bed to gab your jacket. “I’m just…so much has changed for me. When too much happens and I get overwhelmed my go-to is…was…my sister. I’m not mourning. I’m just trying to cope.”

Your Dad nodded seriously, doing his best to understand your situation. “You’ve been through a hell of a lot, kid. You are coping.” He ruffled your hair when you walked past, making you crack a smile.
“See?” He noted your smile “You’ve just gotta keep doing that.”


“Mandy?” Uncle Dean read the Waitresses name-tag “That short for Amanda?”
“Obviously.” You mumbled, realising she’d said it at the same time and sharing a smile with her.
“Can I get you anything?” She asked, smiling at you.
“Just a tea, thanks.” You smiled, ignoring Uncle Dean’s offended stares.
“Hey uh, what’s the wifi password?” Your Dad looked up from his tablet.
“Extra cheese.”
“No thanks I’ll just have normal.” Uncle Dean butted in, not understanding.
“No..that’s the wifi password.”
“Oh…”
“And anything for you, handsome?” You almost laughed out-loud when she flirted her way through to Cas, noting down his meal as slowly as possible while she thought of something to say.

When she walked away you chuckled, eyeing Cas’ confused face. He shot you a frown, but you didn’t say anything as you continued to smile. You got your phone out, typing “extra cheese” before…one bar??? You scoffed at the awful wifi,putting your phone away. You wouldn’t get far with that.

“The internet here sucks, but I’ve found some things that might help us with the case. So-” Your Dad began, only to be cut off by Uncle Dean.
“Yeah no one cares. Okay Cas, you’ve gotta get in there. This good be some really good practice for you.”
“Kill me.” You whispered to yourself, sinking into your chair, making your Dd chuckle.
“And the upside? They always smell like food.” Uncle Dean declared, making you grimace: “That’s disgusting…in what uncultured alternate universe is that an upside?” You questioned.
“Food?!” Uncle Dean couldn’t possibly see how it wasn’t an upside.
“Upside? That they smell like food?” Your Dad scrunched up his face in disgust, joining in with your side while Mary sat in between, watching with a tolerant stance. 

“Okay, screens down. Eyes up!” Mary declared, almost making you jump.
“Sorry…” Everyone looked down, sat up straight and shifted awkwardly in their seats.
“Okay. Good.” Mary nodded.
“So uh…You guys have met those fancy Men Of Letters?” Wally asked, although he seemed to be aiming the question at you. Wally was the Hunter who asked for help with the case, he’d contacted Mary who’d brought the four of you into it.
“You mean the British Men Of Letters?”
“I lived with them. So yeah.” You nodded, raising your eyebrows.
“And yet your Dad’s a Winchester?” he was curious, not rude, so you answered him.
“Yeah…My Mum was English so I grew up in Europe.”
“In London?” He seemed fascinated.
“Yep. It’s pretty dull, but foreigners seem to like it.”
“I’ll bet.” 
“Yeah…”

“Those guys have gadgets, but they kept my Niece from me and they tried to kill my Brother.” Uncle Dean grumbled, you gave a tight smile, feeling like a slight outcast as they spoke about American Hunting as though it deserved it’s own trade mark symbol. You hadn’t realised, but your Dad was eyeing your reactions.


Spraycan in hand, you drew out a circle, adding in the runes and symbols to trap the demon that would hopefully fall into it’s centre. When you stepped back your Dad threw a rug over it and watched as you tied your shoe laces, wondering if he should bring it up or not. To his surprise, you said it instead: “Stay behind me? Don’t do anything stupid? Be safe?” You guessed his words, crossing your arms slightly.

With a disapproving look, he nodded. “What? You say it every time!”

“And I mean it every time!” He retaliated. Only, his voice was more harsh than you thought it would be. You backed up slightly, aware you’d crossed some sort of line.
“…Y/N, I’m sorry…I’m just worried about you…” He looked down guiltily.
“I know…I’m sorry too. I’ll stay behind you guys.” You exclaimed, offering a tight smile. He nodded before saying “Okay, everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

But, it really wasn’t.

After a few minutes of positioning yourselves you decided on your stations- Wally was outside in case he came from a different entrance, Uncle Dean was in the doorway, his gun aimed towards the front door, fully loaded with demon-trap bullets, Dad was at the side of the front door, prepared for a different angle of attack, Cas was behind and Mary to the side. You were next to Mary where she had hand out to stop you from going any nearer towards the door. As much as you appreciated their determination to keep you out of harms way, you were a little irritated by the over protectiveness of everyone. However, you’d told your Dad you’d stay back so that’s exactly what you did.

Seconds after you’d sharpened your knife, a faint whistling could be heard. Everyone shared a look and you all prepared for impact. 
The whistling grew louder and you knew something was wrong. The way he seemed to whistle was too confident, too repetitive. He knew- you were sure of it -he knew you were in there.
Before you had a chance to test this theory, he opened the door, tilting his head at Uncle Dean. “Why the hell are you in my house?” The demon snarled.

Uncle Den fired, ignoring the question, yet, despite the bullet going straight through him, he didn’t seem at all phased. Chuckling slightly he stepped forward, Uncle Dean shot again but nothing happened. There were no signs of pain let alone death. The demon kicked away the carpet, revealing the devil’s trap you’d spray-painted earlier. “Hunters.” He spat. 

In an attempt to rid of the demon, your Dad attacked from behind, digging his demon-blade into the back of his vessel. Again, no result.
The demon opened his mouth to speak, but he changed his mind when his eyes landed on Cas: “Angel”. With a deathly stare he marched straight for Cas, pushing Uncle Dean and Mary out of the way.
He threw Cas to the floor and a fight kicked off. You weren’t sure what was going on with your Dad and Uncle, but by the sounds of it they were occupied with demons of their own.

Focusing on the demon in the room with you, you swung your blade at him, dodging when he tried to hit you back. He threw you to the floor without making contact, a thrust of his hand and you were down. Mary raced over to you, trying to help you back up only soon she was sent backwards as well. “Hiya sweetheart.” The man grinned, his eyes flashing a flaming yellow as he stared down at Mary. 
With Cas back on his feet he distracted the demon, giving you and Mary time to recover. Rising from the floor and ignoring the pain in your hand, which must have been a broken wrist or something, you raced reached out for your blade which had fallen from your grip.

As you managed to grasp hold of it you heard a deafening smash to see Cas being sent crashing through the window out on to the garden. “Run!” Cas managed, shouting at you and Mary.
Mary nodded and grabbed hold of your upper arm, dragging you away from the scene.”I’m not leaving him.” You bitterly declared as you tugged yourself away from her grip, chasing after Cas.

As you raced down the stairs, just dodging a demon as they tried to shove past you. You ignored the shouts of your Dad and Uncle, determined to get to Cas in time.
“Hey!” You shouted. The demon was stood above Cas, holding some sort of spear. When he lowered it towards his body you practically screamed at him to stop, sprinting towards the scene. The weapon stabbed through Castiel’s body, making him cry out in pain. You raced over, attacking the demon with the same defenseless blade because that was all you had- and you had to do something. 

“Y/N…” Cas managed before the sound of a car cut him off. You looked up to see Mary coming to a halt and leaping out of the car. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down next to you and Cas.
“He stabbed Cas with…I don’t know what it was.” You shook your head, looking about the place in case he was coming back.

“We need to go, we can’t stay here.” You insisted.
“Yes, go” Cas nodded in attempt to keep you both safe. Mary shared a look with you and you grabbed one of Cas’ arms each, heaving him off the ground and into the car.

You sat in the back with him, blood was pouring on your hands, but you kept pressure on his wound, ignoring the river of red. Cas was shivering in your arms, his whole vessel breaking up. “You’re gonna be fine.” You assured him, changing hands on the wound. Orbiting the gash were lots of vein-like black lines slowly seeping their way along his skin. You watched in shock, having never seen anything like it, but made sure your face didn’t show it as not to frighten him.

“Let’s go in here.” Mary suggested, parking just outside some sort of barn house. You nodded, trying your best to help Cas out of the car while still keeping the cloth on his wound.

You and Mary helped Cas into the barn-house, an arm each round your shoulders as you gently laid him on the floor, leaning against an old trough. “Cas, hey come on. Stay with me.” You held his face, looking into him desperately as he struggled to fine his bearings. Mary’s phone rang so she stood up away from you both: “Yeah…take a left and keep going…we’re at an old farm house…yeah she’s with me….she’s fine, but….it’s Cas…”.

Your wrist had bruised slightly, swelling a little. You grimaced slightly at the pain, but focused on Cas. Kneeling down next to him, you felt helpless, you didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but it wasn’t a regular wound. 
“Y/N, come here.” Mary’s stern voice made you pull yourself away from the injured to see what she wanted.

You both turned away from Cas and spoke in hushed voices “How bad is it?” She asked.
“Pretty bad…I’ve never seen anything like it…It’s some sort of magic that’s for sure.”
She sighed and looked down “We need to do something.” 
“I know…I just don’t know what.”

At that moment the door swung open and your Dad and Uncle walked straight over to you both. You pulled your sleeve down over your wrist as not to worry anyone and slipped away from the huddle to check on Cas. 
“Hey, love.” You whispered, feeling your eyes want to cry. You blinked away the urges, smiling comfortingly at him. “Y/N…you’re hurt.” He nodded at your wrist and you almost laughed. 
“Cas, that’s the least of my worries right now.”
He cried out, shouting in agony, his body jolting a little. 

“Cas?!” Uncle Dean’s worried voice grew closer as he knelt down opposite to you. You looked at each other with worried eyes.
“Sam.” He ordered, clearing his throat before adding “Sammy.”

Dad looked towards where you were both crouched over Cas’ wounded body and hurried over. He knelt down next to you, placing one hand gingerly on your back. “Cas..?” His tone of voice said it all. It was bad. And there was nothing you could-

“You idiots. You’re all going to die.”

Looking up, you frowned at the man. It was Crowley- King Of Hell. He stepped forward and looked down at Cas with an unreadable expression. “What happened?” 
“He got stabbed with some sort of silver-tipped spear thing.” You said, not taking your eyes away from his wound. The vein-like structures had grown in length significantly, now curving towards his face along his neck. It was apocalyptic.

“Not a spear, a lance.” Crowley corrected you.
“Hold on a second,” Your Dad rose from his position in thought “Those other demons were yours.”
“Obviously.”
You frowned.
“They were my demons. Only they were there to keep others out. You should never mess with…” Crowley sighed and paused, considering his next words. “Does the name Ramiel mean anything to you?”
You shook your head, a chorus of “no”’s erupted from the rest interrupted by a “yes”. Turning to look at Cas, he adjusted himself slightly, wincing, “Prince Of Hell.”

You weren’t one hundred percent sure what a Prince Of Hell was, but it didn’t sound good. Crowley explained the story of Ramiel, his offer to give Crowley the throne and his wish to be left alone. When he was finished you asked “Can you help him?”

Crowley shook his head “There is no cure.”

“There has to be! If you can trap Lucifer you fix a wound!” You shouted at him, making him jump at your sudden increase in volume.
“I’m…sorry. But there’s nothing you can do.”

“Help us or get the hell out of here.” Uncle Dean demanded, standing right up against him menacingly.


You stayed next to Cas, leaning against a hay barrel looking defeated. Dad, Mary and Uncle Dean were discussing something about a plan. You got out you blade and sharpened it, contemplating going outside.
“Y/N.” At the mention of your name you rose to your feet, giving Cas a reassuring smile before joining your Father. “Yeah?”
“You ready?”
“Why, what’s the plan?”
“Hit him with all you got.” Uncle Dean crossed his arms proudly.
“But he’s a Prince Of Hell, surely “everything we got” will just go straight through him?” You raised an eyebrow, aware you weren’t being overly optimistic.

“We’ve got to do something.” Mary cleared her throat “And this is that something, if you’ve got a better idea I’d love to hear it.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“We know,” Dad offered a tight smile “Just be safe.” He squeezed your hand and you turned round to see Cas coughing and spluttering.

“You have to go.” Cas managed, his voice weak yet still of authority.
“Cas…” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I mean it. Save yourselves and run. I love you,” He paused, taking a deep breath “I love all of you. You’re my family.” 
You smiled through teary eyes.
Please. Please don’t let my last moments be spent watching you die.”

Your heart broke and ached at the sight of him. Your mind trailed back to when you’d first met and he healed your foot for you, it was a small and yet kind gesture. He’d used his healing powers for you and you had none to give in return.

“No…Cas. We’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving you.” Uncle Dean declared decisively. 
“We’re fighting for you Cas.” Dad agreed “And we’re not going to leave you.”

If Dad had anything more to say he was cut off by a crash, you all turned to see Crowley’s body hunched over. He’d been thrown in by…it must have been Ramiel.

As if on cue, his whistle sounded once more as he walked into the barn. “Evening.” He grinned, his eyes falling on you for a second, then to Cas. You stepped closer to Cas, ready to defend him.

Uncle Dean held up his lighter and dropped it, causing a ring of fire to arise round the Prince Of Hell. “Cosy.” Ramiel didn’t seem to be overly phased which made you wonder if he could escape.
“You know we wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t just left me alone.” He snarled. “Anyway,” he glared at all of you “You’ve stolen something from me. if I don’t get that back within thirty seconds…well…we’ll see, won’t we?”
You shared a look of confusion with your Dad,before turning to the rest. “Stolen?” You echoed, trying your best to make it sound like it wasn’t a lie…which no doubt made it sound like a lie. Ramiel nodded “I don’t know which one of you it was, or if it was all of you. But I want it back.” 
He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a pocketwatch, starting the timer. 

“Look, we don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Uncle Dean tried his best, but there was no stopping him now.
“Twenty seconds.”
“I’m serious. No clue.” Uncle Dean’s voice became louder as the tension in the room rose.
“Ten seconds.”
You looked at your Dad, then to Uncle Dean, then to Cas. All of which were waiting on something, looking more and more worried. Your eyes then fell on Mary who was staring back at Ramiel, she seemed to be ignoring your eyes.
“Three.″
You swallowed.
“Two.″
He stepped forward.
“One.”

Confidently, his hands reached above his head where the Lance appeared through a clouded mist. He slammed it onto the ground, making you almost lose your footing and putting the fire out so he could escape.

Time to fight.

Everyone was instantly on the move, swinging blades and shooting bullets. He wasn’t disturbed by anything. Yet, you still kicked him off Uncle Dean, ducking under his incoming fist.
As you parried to the left, Dad stabbed his back with a demon blade, making Ramiel’s attention turn elsewhere. With his back turned, Mary also stabbed him, only he was fast and had her on the floor in seconds.

You backed away, aware he had the Lance still firmly in his grip. He held it out in front of you, taking it back to swing at you. You twisted your body so it just missed and grabbed hold of the sides, now fighting to take it from his grasp. You struggled as your wrist was still bruised up and no doubt broken in places so your Dad held on too, allowing you to let go to kick Ramiel’s chest, separating him from his weapon.

Your Dad then swung and plunged the blade through his chest. He gasped in pain, stumbling backwards slightly before shouting out. His call fell to nothing as his body crumbled into nothing but a hazy mist of blackness. Everyone relaxed and caught their breath, staring at where Ramiel was just stood.

A series of coughing and spluttering made you all race over to Cas. You knet down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He struggled to take his next breath, his body jolting with spasms. The next series of coughing made some sort of black substance seep through his lips. Gasping for air, his body stiffened.

You stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more lifeless as the seconds went by, everyone else was staring in silence. You then tore your eyes away to see Crowley holding the Lance, he looked up at you, holding your gaze a moment before looking back down at it. He then grasped hold tightly of either side and snapped the handle in two. 

Some sort of blue orb of light erupted from the break, making you look away. It shined so bright the room disappeared from your vision before going back to normality. When you looked down at Cas he was perfectly fine, his face still had a few scratches, but his wounds were healed and there was no sign of infection of any kind.

“It’s all in the rune work.” Crowley broke the silence “Oh..you’re welcome.”


“So that’s it, you’re okay?” Mary asked hesitantly, leaning forward slightly.

“Yes.” Cas nodded slowly before saying “What did he mean…about somebody stealing something?” 

A few seconds of silence broke out when Uncle Dean sighed “Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Come on, let’s go home.”

On the way back to the Impala, you walked behind the rest, your hand running over your wrist. It had purples splotches over it with red tinges round the edges of them. You din’t notice your Dad fall behind until he spoke “Your wrist okay?”
You nearly jumped when he said so, but cleared your throat before nodding “Yeah…it’ll heal.” 
You tugged your sleeve over it and looked at your feet, paying attention to each step you took. “I’ll get you a bandage when we get back.” Dad offered, trying his best not to keep going on about it and yet remain worried.

“Thank you.”

“How’re you holding up?” He asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and slowing to a halt. This forced you to do the same. 
“I’m…” You chose your words carefully “Okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…I mean, as strange as it sounds hunting kinda helps. It takes my mind of things. 

“Yeah no I get that.” He nodded. You looked over to see Uncle Dean and Mary leaning against Baby, talking about the case no doubt. 

“Has uh…Mick been in contact since last time?” 

You thought about it before shaking your head. “No…he’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet, or just quiet?”

“I don’t know yet… But he’s not stupid. Mr K and Toni are ignorant, but Mick’s brain doesn’t work like that. He’s just insistent.”

Dad nodded, probably clueless as to what he could say.

“They never had intentions of keeping me as part of the Men Of Letters. A few changed their minds over time….especially when…when Max died. Mick was one of the only ones who kept the promise of letting me go.” When you noticed your Dad’s face you added “I’m not defending him. I’m just…I don’t know…”

“No, that’s okay. I get what you’re saying. We just don’t particularly trust them.” Dad explained.

“Yeah…frankly they don’t trust each other so it’s a wise decision.”

He chuckled halfheartedly, before sighing. “So you’re okay with this? With being moved to another country…another continent…with a new family…It must be a lot to take in.” Dad empathised. It made sense that he was talking about this now, you probably wouldn’t have opened up as much when you first met. 

“There’s no hunting in England. Everything’s surveyed…I never really did much field work until now-”
“Really? You’re a pretty impressive Hunter for someone who hasn’t done so before.”
“They train you pretty good. Plus Mum let me hunt with her sometimes.” You smiled at the memory. Whenever Mum got a whiff of a possible Hunt you’d practically beg to go with her. “If I stayed in England, then I wouldn’t even have a family…It’s better here…even if you guys don’t have Marmite.”
Your Dad threw you a funny look and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” He frowned, a smirk growing on his lips.
“Hey don’t look at me, you love it or you hate it.” You chuckled, turning to head back to the Impala.

What?” He followed you like a dog, curious to what you were talking about.

“You guys don’t have jaffa cakes either..” Your mind was now going through a list of food you hadn’t seen in a while.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dad admitted, but he was enjoying your ramble none the less.
“Or curry…how can you not have curry?!”
Your Dad was grinning at you,his eyebrows raised as you mumbled to yourself- your face screwed up in thought “And Yorkshire’s! How could I forget Yorkshires..”



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“What? Whatwhatwhat?”

Cas answers the question as though Charlie hasn’t been shrieking at him. “I didn’t say there’s a being called the Doctor who likes to visit England. I just said that Time Lords exist. A fascinating race, Time Lords…”

Cas lets his thought trail off and continues to eat the spaghetti and meatballs Dean made for dinner. Charlie, Sam, and Dean sit frozen, staring, all thoughts of food forgotten. Dean has a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth, which hangs slightly open.

“Time Lords. Are Real.” Charlie says it with a forced calm, but her clenched fists and sparkling eyes give her away.

“Oh yes,” says Cas, still eating his dinner. “I never met one myself, but I’ve observed them from a distance. They look human to your eyes, but of course an angel can spot the difference in their soul at a glance.”

“And the TARDIS?” Charlie asks, the fangirlish excitement creeping back into her voice.

“Well I’ve never seen one that looks like a police box, if that’s what you’re asking. But yes, when a Time Lord travels he–or she–generally uses a TARDIS. But they blend in, so you wouldn’t notice one even if you were leaning against it.”

Dean finally snaps out of his frozen shock; his fork falls to his plate with a clatter. “Can we get back to the part where there are aliens on earth sometimes? Walking around and hanging out with humans? And you didn’t tell us?!”

Cas quirks a grin at Dean. “You seemed so sure of yourself every time you said aliens didn’t exist. I didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

Sam bursts out laughing, followed quickly by Charlie. Dean glares, but they only laugh harder.

“Most of the tv show is rubbish, of course.” When Charlie starts to protest Cas quickly amends, “No, Charlie, I don’t mean it’s bad, I mean it’s untrue. Fiction created by the BBC. Daleks, Cybermen, Judoon, Zygons…” With each addition to the list, Charlie’s face falls a bit more.

“But,” he says, raising a hand to bring her back, “They do get something right every once in awhile. I actually met a Sontaran once. Cranky fellow. They really do look like potatoes, although they’re actually quite a bit taller. And,” he pauses, clearly for dramatic effect, “Weeping Angels are real, too.”

Charlie looks like she’s going to faint. Even Sam looks a little green. Dean looks from Cas to Charlie to Sam and back to Cas and asks, “What’s a Weeping Angel?”

“Only the scariest fucking monsters the BBC ever created!” Charlie says. Then she looks confused and says, “Or, great, now don’t know what to think! You’ve destroyed my whole worldview!” To Dean she says, “Weeping Angels are aliens that look like statues when someone is looking at them but can move really really fast when you look away. Or even blink. They don’t usually kill you, they just send you back in time to live until you die. Trust me, it’s much scarier than it sounds.”

“Yeah. Sure,” says Dean. He starts to roll his eyes, then realizes he’s not actually talking about a tv show. He changes to a grimace. “I’m with Charlie. You’ve really messed with my head, Cas.”

“Wait,” says Sam. “How did the BBC find out about Time Lords in the first place? And Weeping Angels and Sontarans? I mean, Doctor Who has been on the air, off and on, for over fifty years, but the Weeping Angels are relatively new. That doesn’t make much sense.”

“No one knows for sure. Anna had lots of theories, though.”

“Anna?” Dean can’t keep the shock out of his voice. “Anna watched Doctor Who?”

“You know how fascinated she was with humans. That included human television. As I was saying, Anna had many theories. My favorite was that a writer fell in love with a Time Lord, traveled with him–or possibly her, there’s no way to tell, really–for a time, and then came back to Earth. The Time Lord left him here with an idea for a television show, and a long list of stories to tell. The Time Lord also agreed to visit the writers of the future, to give them more ideas. But some of the future writers, of course, made things up on their own. Even the original creator didn’t have complete control, that’s why we got the Daleks in the very first season. And that’s how the Weeping Angels didn’t come about until the Tenth Doctor. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s a good theory.”

Charlie blinks.

“Or maybe the original writer was actually a Time Lord who thought it would be a funny joke.”

Charlie looks like she’s going to faint.

Pulling herself together, she says, “One more thing–for now, anyway, later I’m going to grill you for hours! Cas, do we have to worry about the Weeping Angels?” Charlie’s face flits between terrified and hopeful.

Cas smiles. “Don’t worry, Charlie. The Weeping Angels are no match for actual angels. They have never made it to the surface of the earth.”

Unable to contain herself any longer, Charlie jumps out of her chair. Throwing her arms around Cas, she squeals, “Cas, you’ve made my day. No, you’ve made my century. I’m going to go re-watch every episode of Doctor Who ever made. Twice.” Shrieking with glee, she bounces out of the room.

Sam, smiling sheepishly, stands. “I’m with Charlie,” he says, and follows her toward the tv.

When Sam is out of sight, Dean says, “Okay Cas, level with me. Were you just messing with Charlie?”

Cas grins. “Maybe.”

Dean lets out a breath. “I knew it! I knew there were no aliens. Jesus, Cas, don’t–”

“Maybe,” Cas says again. He winks, then adds, “But maybe not…”



Inktober with the Bunker || Day 27: Creature

Heroes

Part of the Uncle Sam and MJ series.

Summary- A school assignment makes MJ think about who her hero is.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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MJ leaned forward on the chair, bracing herself against the table. She reached out tracing the letters carved into the table top. Where did they come from? They hadn’t been there just a few days ago.

Dean entered the library to find his little girl staring intently at his and Sam’s newly carved initials, “What ca doing squirt?”

“Why are these letters on the table?”

“Their Uncle Sam and mines initials.”

“Why did you put them on the table. You’re not supposed to draw on the table, remember?”

Dean chuckled, at least she was listening when he told her the rules, “True, but this was a special circumstance. We were just marking that we’d been here, so in a hundred years from now, when different hunters live here they’ll know we were here once.”

MJ face lit up and she jumped down from the table running off down the hall.


Dean looked up as Sam joined him in the kitchen later, “Hey, I thought you guys were doing MJ’s school work?”

“We are,” Sam nodded. “To practice her writing I’m having her write about her hero and she kicked me out. Apparently everyone has to be surprised till she’s done.”

Dean shrugged, kids. Not even ten minutes later MJ came skipping into the room.

“Done already?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

MJ rolled her eyes and Sam gave Dean the bitch face. “She’s five Dean. She writes a few sentences and draws a picture. She doesn’t write a mini book.”

Dean raised his hands in surrender, there was a reason Sam was in charge of school and not him.

“Can I please FINALLY see what you were writing?” Sam teased.

MJ rose up on her toes and pretended to ponder the idea, “Okay Uncle Sam, but only because you said please.”

“We raised this one too well,” Dean whispered to his brother. “Earlier she told me we weren’t supposed to draw on the table.”

Sam couldn’t help, but chuckle as he reached out to grab the paper. His eyes widened as he read the caption at the top:

MY HERO UNCLE SAMMY

“Alright,” Dean said, clapping his brother on the back. “Congrats man!”

Sam stuttered, he’d expected her to pick Dean, maybe Eileen or Jody, because they were super cool girls as MJ would say, but he never thought it’d be him. Dean on the other hand, wasn’t surprised. He knew he was one of his little girls heroes, but he knew she also admired the other amazing people in her life. From the strong female role models to her absolute favorite uncle.

“Wow, MJ, I’m honored.” Sam finally managed.

“Read it!”

Uncle Sammy is my hero because he saves many people. He is really nice. He plays with me and reads to me and makes me dinner. I love Uncle Sammy.

Sam blinked back tears and swallowed the lump in his throat, “Thanks MJ, I love it.”

MJ smiled happily and climbed up in her uncle’s lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.


Later Dean was lounging, enjoying the latest Dr. Sexy, M.D. when MJ wandered into the room. “Daddy?”

“Yea Sweetie?”

“I know I wrote my paper about Uncle Sam, but I just wanted to tell you that you’re my hero too.”

“Thanks honey,” Dean smiled, as he pulled her up into his lap.

“I started to write about you first, but I tell you that all the time, because you’re my Daddy and I though Uncle Sammy might like to hear it too. You’re both really brave.”

Dean kissed the side of her head, “I know he loved it.”

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anonymous asked:

Has Dean ever called Cas 'pal' before? I don't know why but it sounds out of place... not like 'buddy'... or why didn't he just say 'Welcome home, Cas'?

I went looking for any instance of Dean calling Cas “pal,” and discovered something remarkably quickly. It’s typically something he says scoffingly. Like, in 4.17, he thinks Sam is hitting on him in the elevator and says, “Save it for the health club, pal.” And then later on, “You don’t know me, pal.”

This might be the first time he’s EVER used it as an endearment. I went through a lot of scripts, mostly s1-s5 before giving up finding him saying “pal” in any other context, so I’m not saying he never has, but it seems really unlikely.

So this is weird, different, and interesting. He’s obviously not being curt or dismissive with his, “Welcome home.” He’s literally being welcoming, embracing Cas and looking like he finally got SOMETHING good from life after the month he’s had.

This is… interesting…

ETA: Detective Mel reminded me, 10.18, right before the Last Supper:

DEAN: Hey, look who decided to show. So? You’re back? 100%? How did that happen? 
CASTIEL: Um, it was Hannah. She managed to get the location of the remainder of my Grace out of Metatron.
DEAN: Awesome. I told you we were due for a win. Good to have you back, pal.

Dean had the Mark, Cas and Sam and Charlie were all lying to him, Cas was visibly uncomfortable, there was a shoulder pat instead of a hug because REASONS, and then Behind Blue Eyes played over the fateful montage of the family dinner, aka the last time Dean would be happy for a long, long time.

IT MAY HAVE BEEN A “WIN” BUT IT WAS SUCH A BACKHANDED AND UNSATISFYING WIN. BURIED UNDER LIES AND DECEPTION AND DARKNESS.

NOW THEY FINALLY HAVE AN ACTUAL WIN. IT’S A START.

12x14 coda

Once it’s clear everyone is safe, Sam and Mary both bandaged up and settled in their respective rooms, Dean finds himself growing angry once again. The two of them had almost died and for what? Some harebrained scheme dreamed up by some self-righteous sons of bitches who didn’t bother to get their hands dirty. 

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey Ketch brought as a peace offering, torn between taking a swig or shattering it on the floor. He chose the former, not even wincing as it burned down his throat. The only way to handle this feeling, hurt and anger and betrayal, was to be very drunk.

Dean had managed to down a quarter of the bottle when Castiel entered, looking utterly exhausted. The angel had clearly hoped to sneak in unnoticed, because when he caught Dean’s eye, he looked away guiltily. “Her trail went cold. I’m sorry.”

He continued down the Bunker steps, warily watching Dean. Dean merely held out the bottle of whiskey to Cas. To Dean’s relief, Cas settled on the table next to Dean and took a long gulp. 

“Mary’s working for the British Men of Letters,” Dean muttered lowly. He’s slightly surprised, it’s not like him to just talk about issues, but something about Cas makes it okay. Maybe because deep down, Dean’s hoping Cas will get angry too.

All Cas says is, “Oh?”

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I Drive Your Car (Sam x Reader x Dean)

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

Title: I Drive You Car

Summary: Being told her boys were dead, (Y/n) takes off in Baby.

Warnings: Mentions of a werewolf attack, blood, grief, fake death

AN: There’s no designated pairing in here, so you can choose who you want. Loosely based off of “I Drive Your Truck” by Lee Brice.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure calling out Mary for saying "I love you" is entirely fair, or comparing her use of the words to Cas'. Of course she doesn't love Sam and Dean as strongly as Cas does. How could she? She just met them, she's just getting to know them. But I think it's important to remember that even if Mary was raised as a hunter, she was still raised by a very traditional looking family, and the bar for saying "I love you" in a traditional family isn't so damn high. (1/2)

Mary’s frame of reference for those words is so different. Mothers tell their children they love them, all the time, for no real reason (I’m generalizing here. I’m aware there are lots of moms who don’t do this). Even when they feel distant from you, or they’re angry at you, or they don’t understand you. I think it says a lot more about what Sam, Dean, and Cas have been through than it does about Mary that in order to say things like that someone has to be dying. (2/2)

Oh, no. I’m not “calling her out” for telling her kids she loves them. I mean, I’m a mom, and I tell my kid “I love you” every day. The thing is, it’s not what I think about the importance or profound meaning behind a casual love declaration like that is. It’s what 12 years of Supernatural has stated this phrase means.

In TWELVE YEARS, Sam and Dean have never ONCE come out and directly said, “I LOVE YOU.” TO ANYONE.

(yeah Dean said it to Mary, while reenacting a scene that had occurred when he was four years old, and he once told Sam– in his djinn dream– to tell Mary he loved her)

But as far as we know, Dean hasn’t said those words TO ANYONE in more than 30 years.

Yet I don’t think that any reasonable person could argue that he doesn’t love Sam, or Cas, or Mary… because for Dean the words are meaningless without the proof, and that happens through actions. This isn’t me judging Mary for saying the words, this is how the SHOW ITSELF has established the way Dean understands what it really means to be “family.”

This is how DEAN defines love, explaining it to Crowley in 10.17:

DEAN: Never saw that coming, either. What is it, huh? Why you letting mommy dearest tie you into knots?
CROWLEY: Because… We’re family. Blood.
DEAN: That’s not the same thing. A wise man once told me, “family don’t end in blood,” but it doesn’t start there, either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family’s there through the good, bad… all of it. They got your back… even when it hurts. That’s family. That sound like your mother?

Someone can SAY “we’re family!” until they’re blue in the damn face, but if they then turn around and stab you in the back and expect you to just roll over and accept it “because we’re family!” then… 

I mean going back to 6.21, Cas hadn’t really learned this lesson yet, either. He THOUGHT he had. The whole reason for agreeing to Crowley’s plan to “pop purgatory” was based on the fact that he could leave Dean entirely out of it. He started down this road in an attempt to PROTECT Dean, to leave him “in peace.” And he’d already gone too far down the road, and his desire to keep Dean out of it had already failed.

CASTIEL: I thought you said that we were like family. Well I think that too. Shouldn’t trust run both ways?
DEAN: Cas, I just can’t…
CASTIEL: Dean, I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call, and I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats, I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is this one thing.
DEAN: Trust your plan to pop Purgatory?
CASTIEL: I’ve earned that, Dean.

Thing is, Cas was desperate here. If Raphael got that power instead, the apocalypse would start right back up and there would’ve been nothing anybody could’ve done to stop it. He was in an impossible situation.

I think Dean even recognized that, because he couldn’t even offer any viable alternative for Cas. He just knew that nothing good could come of Cas’s current plan. Partly because Cas had done ALL of it behind his back.

That’s one reason I’m relieved that Mary has come at least PARTIALLY clean here as early in the season as she did. It means she still has time to turn back and find another way.

She also doesn’t have the fate of the universe resting on her choices here, the way Cas did when fighting the war in Heaven. There were real stakes involved back then. If he lost, the whole planet would lose.

Mary’s not fighting a war. Not a real one, anyway. And yet, without planet-ending stakes on the table, she’s demanding Sam and Dean trust her choice to work with the MoL, despite what they’ve already experienced about working with them…

And she’s basing her demand that they “hear her out” on the fact that “they’re family.”

Which for Dean is just a different way of telling someone he loves them. People have to EARN that designation, even if they’re blood.

It’s fine for her to say “I love you,” and it’s a biological fact that they’re family. But to Dean, there is a difference between family and ///FAMILY///, and Mary’s violated one of the biggest rules for him:

She didn’t have their backs. She chose the people who’d been party to Sam’s torture over her own sons. And when the whole truth comes out about her part in 12.12, and what she’d really been sent there for… I think there’s going to be a MAJOR sense of betrayal.

Sure, she had no idea things were going to go so horribly wrong there, but if she hadn’t been lying in order to prevent Sam and Dean from finding out the truth about her working with the MoL, they would’ve been able to prevent that entire situation from happening in the first place.

And even AFTER all that went down, she STILL went back to work for the MoL.

That’s just not, in Dean’s definition of the word, what family would do.

All the words in the world can’t make up for her choices and her actions if it hasn’t changed anything. No amount of “I love you’s” can just make that betrayal disappear if she doesn’t actually do anything to demonstrate the fact.

Mary learned that the MoL had given her “bad intel” that nearly got Cas killed and DID get Wally killed. But she accepted Ketch’s apology and went right on working for them. Not only that, she handed over the Colt. If that had been Dean, he would’ve walked away from that arrangement. Like he did after Samuel tried to feed him and Sam to ghouls…

Samuel was “family” too. What would Mary have thought of his choice to resurrect her at the expense of her own sons’ lives? THAT’S NOT HOW WE DO FAMILY AROUND HERE!

Yet, that’s exactly how Mary’s choice to keep working for the MoL feels to Sam and Dean here…

Granted, Samuel had never known Sam and Dean before. They didn’t really mean anything to him. The fact they were Mary’s children was sort of an abstract concept to him. Mary was all that mattered to him.

That’s… kinda monstrous, no?

It’s this twisted bargain to bring back Mary at the expense of Sam and Dean’s lives that made it impossible for ANYTHING Samuel said to overcome that. In 6.16 (granted, it’s while he’s possessed by the Khan worm, but still…)

SAM Put your gun down.
SAMUEL What you gonna do, son? You’re not gonna shoot me. You got your soul back. You gonna shoot your own family?
SAM Yeah, I wouldn’t go with the family thing. Try again.

And then later, when Sam is feeling guilty for shooting Samuel:

SAM I don’t know. I mean, I barely remember him, and what I do remember – it’s not good. And what he did to us…But…
DEAN There’s a “but”?
SAM I mean, I just can’t help but think…What would Mom say?
DEAN You know what I think Mom would say? She’d say just ‘cause you’re blood doesn’t make you family. You got to earn that.

And just… in the show’s own shorthand, saying “I love you” and then turning around and going right back to work with the MoL are two contradictory things. Saying “we’re family” but then announcing you’ve been secretly working with the people who’ve hurt your family all along negates the family sentiment.

Yes, Mary wants a chance to explain, she wants Sam and Dean to hear her out, but I don’t really think there’s anything she can say to make her choice to continue working for the MoL okay. If at the end of 12.14 she stays on the MoL’s payroll, it would be as bad in Dean’s mind as Samuel feeding them to the ghouls.

And no combination of words can fix that. Only actions can.

One week after the earth-shattering weight of Castiel’s “I love you,” Mary’s casual and repeated use of the phrase despite having kept up this betrayal, combined with her pulling the “we’re family” card when she confessed… and then proceeded to “explain herself…” Well, this had better damn well be one hell of a weighty explanation here to justify those words, at least to Dean.

I’m just saying that the show has instilled both “I love you” and the concept of “Family” with far more meaning than they’d have to anyone else on the planet. To Dean (and to Sam, and even to Cas), they know and understand that these are not terms that are thrown around lightly. And the show has demonstrated over and over again that Mary doesn’t yet understand this.

This will be her “teachable moment.” 

anonymous asked:

I feel like jae and gianna are so similiar. they look the same and are/have dated a langley.

Same, tbh. Funny thing is I actively tried to make her look different from my past sims, too. I referenced faces on google, I did different techniques and used presets that I wouldn’t normally use in CAS.. I thought she looked pretty good until I put the red hair on her and it was like:

Originally posted by jsyn-blog

Soo, even when I try to have them look different, all my sims basically suffer from same face syndrome lol

Perfect World - Chapter 9

Summary: You have been hunting with Sam, Dean, and Cas for a while, but once you turn 30 you’re torn between loving Dean, wanting out of the hunting business, or just continuing on through life with the boys.  Something unexpected happens that turns your entire world upside down.  How will the Winchesters and Cas handle it, and will anything ever feel the same again?

Perfect World Masterlist - Previous Chapter

warnings: depression

word count: ~1200


The sunshine through the window was warm on your face, waking you with a pleasant tingling.  You turned to look next to you and saw Dean laying there, a soft smile on his face in his sleep.  As softly as you could, you kissed his cheek before sliding out of bed, pulling on your fuzzy bathrobe and slippers.

You padded down the hallway to Bobby’s room and peeked your head in.  He was still sound asleep, miraculously, and you left his door open for when he woke.  A few more steps down the hallway found you in Charlie’s room, who was pleasantly gurgling in her crib.

You picked up your daughter, cooing at her and peppering her face with kisses as you moved her to the changing table.  Quickly going through your morning routine with her, you sat in the rocking chair with a changed and sweet-smelling baby girl.

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Something There

Title: Something There

 Summary: When a witch with an interesting sense of humor decides to cast a musical spell on Team Free Will, with a Disney twist, things become hilarious.

 Warnings: Language. Singing. Destiel.

 Masterlist of Fanfiction

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

“Cas!”  Dean shouted as the witch threw out her arm, sending the poor angel flying back and through a wall.  Not just into a wall, but through it.  It left a nice Castiel-like hole in the wall as he flew from the house and into the side yard.  “You bitch!” Dean growled out as he raised his gun to fire.

But he didn’t get the shot off, instead, he just saw her smirk as she spoke a few words.  He felt something strange shoot through him, making him freeze in pain before a large fire pillar engulfed her for a moment and then dissipated…and she was gone.  Dean looked over to Sam, silently giving him the instruction to search the house, as he stepped through the hole to check on Castiel.

“Hey man, you alright?”  Dean held out a hand for his friend, gripping it tightly.  When their skin touched, he felt a jolt through his body, but he ignored it as he pulled Cas to his feet, dusting him off before walking back into the house.  

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A Perfect Storm Part 13

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Reader, Cas, Riley

Summary:  Reader is an actress on Supernatural.  What happens when she’s ripped from her world and thrown into the world of Sam and Dean?

Word Count:  1231

Warnings:  Language

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags at the bottom. Thank you to @for-the-love-of-dean for being my beta on this chapter.

Originally posted by hauntedstiel

A Perfect Storm Part 13

“Do you need…some time?” Dean asks quietly when the portal closes.

Sighing, you scrub the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your jacket. “I…maybe…I don’t know.”

“Want me to stay?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Give me a sec.” Dean walks off to where Sam is talking quietly with Riley and Cas. After a moment, the three of them walk away. Dean returns to where you stand, his hands shoved in his pockets. He scuffs the ground with the toe of his boot, unsure what to do next.

“I think, um, I’m gonna sit down,” you say, sinking to the soft grass along the riverbed, crossing your legs. Dean takes a seat next to you. He sits quietly, offering you comfort silently. This man has the patience of a saint. You take in his chiseled jawline, the shadowy stubble. The freckles that lightly dust his nose. Your heart is heavy as you think about the times you’ve counted those freckles on that very same nose, only in another universe with another man. Your bones feel as if they ache with heartache and grief.

Dean’s eyes are filled with sorrow, he watches you, but it’s not an uncomfortable feeling, his eyes on you. You can sense the concern and the compassion.  You wonder if you could read his mind if you really tried, but decide that it’s not something you’d feel comfortable doing to a friend.

“I need to tell you something, Dean.”

“Yeah?”

“Last night, Lucifer found me.” Dean takes a sharp breath, but he doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. “He brought me here. He’s the one.  He said I’m the only one who can stop Jesse.”

“You know you can’t trust Lucifer, right?  He’s the fucking devil!” You can see the fury in Dean’s eyes, hear the hatred in his voice.

“I told him the same thing.” Dean laughs darkly at that. “But, I think he’s right. I can feel it, in my gut. That I have to do this. That’s why I stayed.”

Dean thinks this over for a moment before speaking. You can see the intelligence behind his eyes as he sorts through this information and the ramifications. “I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it was to make that decision. And I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I’ve got your back. You can count on that.” Dean stands and reaches a hand out to you, pulling you to your feet. He doesn’t let go of you hand until you reach the car.

———-

Sam, Cas and Riley stand outside the car, waiting for you and Dean. Sam looks briefly down at your entwined hands, but doesn’t say anything. Cas eyes you, that intent look on his face.

I’m good, Cas.

His eyebrows raise, he didn’t yet know about the telepathy. He nods slightly and gives you a smile.  

Tearing your attention away from the angel, you turn to Riley. Knowing she looks exactly like you and actually seeing it firsthand are two very different things. It feels awkward, to say the least.  You have the upper hand, having played Riley on the show for so long. You know how her mind works. She, on the other hand, knows nothing of you. The confusion and nervousness is rolling off of her in waves. Another perk of being Nephilim. You can sense other people’s feelings and emotions. You make a mental note to ask Cas if there’s a way to turn that off and on.

Sticking out your hand, you introduce yourself. “Hi Riley, I’m (Y/N).” You give her a kind smile and she smiles back. It’s like looking in a fucking mirror.

“Hey,” she says, taking your hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Hope you don’t mind,” you say, looking down at yourself, “but I had to borrow some of your clothes.”

“They look good on you,” she says with a laugh. With your laugh. So fucking weird. You can feel the tension leaving her body. Maybe this won’t be so strange after all.

“All right,” Dean says, clapping his hands together.  “Let’s grab something to eat and strategize.”

———-

The diner is relatively empty. The six of you squeeze into a rounded booth. “Excuse me, sweetheart,” Dean says to the waitress. “Would you mind turning that up?” he asks, indicating the TV above the counter.

“Sure thing, sugar,” she says.

“In tonight’s top news, Jesse Turner, the leader of a religious movement in Ohio, was shot last night and died on the scene. Investigators say they don’t yet have a suspect or a motive for the murder. Followers of Mr. Turner are touting him as the ‘new messiah’.”

The camera cuts to an interview with one of Jesse’s followers. “It’s a sign of the times, just as he foretold. He will rise again in three days! Hallelujah!”

The reporter adds some commentary before quickly moving on to the next story.

Dean sighs. “We only have a few days to prepare. What’s our next move?”

“I don’t think there is any big move. I think we just have to wait. Then it comes down to me and him,” you comment.

“I don’t like it,” Sam says. “There has to be some way we can stop him. Without sending you into a death trap.”

“Like it or not, I think it’s all we’ve got,” you reply. You try to ignore the deep breath Dean takes in next to you. You try to ignore the emotions rolling off of him. The frustration, the concern, the…desire? Is that the right word? Desire to protect you? Desire for you? It’s unclear. If you focus on that, you’ll just be confused. More so than you already are.The fact of the matter is, you are most likely marching off to your death. There’s no time to explore what may or may be happening between the two of you.

Cas speaks up. “I think I should train you, (Y/N). Your powers are developing rapidly, but Jesse has had far more time to prepare.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, that would be good.”  

Dean begins to speak, but the waitress returns to deliver your food. You wonder what he was going to say, but don’t bring it up. The conversation drifts to other topics. Riley catches your interest when she begins to explain what her time in the other universe was like.

“Jensen, I think he could tell something was off,” she explains. It’s like a knife to the heart, hearing his name. The tears begin to sting your eyes.

“Excuse me,” you say, setting down your burger. You slide out of the booth and head out the door. Leaning against the cool brick exterior, you let the tears come. Will it ever stop hurting?  

The door to the diner opens and you look up, expecting Dean. Sam takes long strides toward you. “Hey, come here.”  The tall hunter surprises you by taking you into his arms. “This may not be the best timing, but I just wanted to…to thank you. For helping us get Riley back. For doing all of this. No matter what happens, I’m here. We’re all here for you. You don’t have to do this alone.”

For the second time in the same night, a Winchester promises to have your back. You know it’s a promise you can trust.

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4 Years

Pairing: Dean x Reader, past Sam x Reader, Hunter (OC), Cas
Word count: 1,181

Final Part of Dean’s Soul Mate


“Whoa.” Hunter mused, looking in shock. “That’s a lot of fights.” He said quietly, making Dean laugh. “I have a question, though.”

“Shoot.” He nodded, not noticing you right at the doorway.

Hunter looked like he was trying to find the right words. “If your mom’s soul mate…why aren’t you together? Is it because she had me with dad?” He asked, his eyes a bit sad. You covered your mouth, tearing up.


Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I got sick, so to speak.” He started, not wanting to give the kid the details. Licking his lips, he went on. “Your mom…she stood by me. Kept loving me. Well, I really, really hurt her. Broke her heart by doing something stupid, and something I can never take back.” Your back was to the wall, around the corner from the doorway, listening to him explain this to your son. “It killed me, still does. It’s not because she had you with your dad, kid. Honestly, if I hadn’t screwed up so badly- things would be a lot different.”

“Does mom know that you still love her?” Hunter asked, curious.

He chuckled lightly. “We haven’t talked a lot about ‘us’ since we got here. We’re focusing on you being safe, and getting those demons out of that school.”

Cas looked over. “I believe they’re gone.” He said simply.

“Then why did you want us to go with you?” Dean furrowed his brows.

“I thought informing you away from Hunter and his mother would be best.” He shrugged. “One less thing on her mind.”

Hunter smiled at Dean. “Now you can talk to mom!”

Sam had calmed himself before making his way towards the living room. “Y/N?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Why are you in the hall?”

Shit.” You groaned, moving around him, and up the stairs.

He raised an eyebrow when he heard your door slam. Standing in the doorway, he looked at the three others. “Uh, what was that all about?”

Dean was leaning back on the couch, eyes closed. “She just heard me talking to Hunter. I don’t know how much she heard.” He sighed.

“She’s been out there at least a few minutes…What the hell were you saying?” Sam snapped.

Hunter looked up at him. “I was asking if I was the reason they aren’t together if they’re soulmates.” Sam’s eyes softened at that. “He said it’s because he broke mom’s heart.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you’re actually here because of that…” Sam admitted. “Story I’m not about to tell, but I’m happy you’re here.”

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Dean grumbled. “Let’s hope she doesn’t still keep weapons near her bed.”

“She has a gun in her nightstand on one side, and some kinda knife in the other.” Hunter told him. “She showed me so I wouldn’t touch them.”


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Cupcakes, Mooses, and Secrets

A/N: Sorry I’ve taken so long to update!

After five months, it’s getting tedious.

Both Dean and Cas are sick of sneaking around Sam to sleep in each other’s rooms at night and holding hands under the table and not being able to hug in front of the younger Winchester. Both are sick of hiding, but both don’t want their S.O. to know that. Dean’s terrified that Sam will be homophobic and disown him or something like that.

And Sam, obviously, knows that they’re in love with each other but doesn’t know they’ve made it official and it kills him, really, because all he wants is for his brother to be happy. Everyone that’s made Dean happy has died—Cas more than once. But the fact that Cas always comes back surely means he is supposed to be alive, right?

Sam wants his brother happy, not heartbroken. And he is so sick of them staring at each other, making him uncomfortable with the whole eye-fuck thing.

What was supposed to be a simple salt-and-burn has turned much more complicated when the girl buried in the grave was not the actual girl. Then it turns out she wasn’t even anchored to her bones after all! Plus, this girl didn’t really seem to be attached to something in particular.

“Mr. and Mrs. Henley?” Dean and Cas flash their FBI badges at the mourning couple in unison. Everything they do seems to be in unison lately.

“Haven’t we already spoken to you?” Mr. Henley asks gruffly as Mrs. Henley sniffles.

“Yes, you have, but we just have a few more questions that were lost inbetween the printer and our hands,” Dean fibs effortlessly. “May we please come in? We promise we won’t be long.”

Thankfully, the couple is a whole lot more willing than a lot of the other relatives they’d interviewed in their long, long career as a hunter and the Mr. and Mrs. let them into the quiet house.

Cas’s hand brushes up against Dean’s softly as the taller hunter walks by him. He can sense the tension in Dean’s shoulders, especially since this job is taking much more time than it should. Dean instantly relaxes at the comforting gesture.

“Was there anyone Catherine was especially close to?” Dean inquires.

Mrs. Henley swipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Well, she did like to smother her little brother. She didn’t have very many close friends; you know how teenagers can be…”

A ragged-looking lump of orange fur lets out a deep growl when Dean and Cas sit down on the couch.

“Oh, and that’s Moose, our cat—well, she always thought of him as her cat. She says that since she stood in the rain for him for five hours then he should—”

She cuts herself off with a deep, rattling breath. “Anyways, apparently he thought of himself as her cat as well because anyone who approaches Moose at the moment who isn’t Cupcake is furiously rebuked.”

“Cupcake?” Dean questions while Cas shifts his attention to the orange fluffball.

“Our dog. Catherine used to say that Cupcake was her baby.”

Dean smiles as he sees Cas reaching out for the puffball. Cas always has loved cats.

To Catherine’s parent’s surprise, the cat allows Castiel to cautiously pat his head before letting out a long, heartbroken meow.

“I think that’s all we need,” Cas says in a deep voice, startling Dean.

“That wasn’t everything—” starts Dean on the way to the car but Cas interrupts him.

“It’s the cat.”

“I’m not killing  a cat,” Dean says quickly. He may not like the fluffy dicks, but he’s seen way too much death in his lifetime. He’s not killing a somewhat helpless fluffball.

“Catherine’s spirit talked to me when I touched… Moose.”

Dean has to snort at the cat’s name, which is incidentally Crowley’s nickname for Sam.

“Her younger silbings get a bit… overenthusiastic about their pets and she wants Moose and Cupcake to be moved to a different home.”

Dean slams the car door shut with a little too much force. “We drove all the way out here because some weirdo wants her animals moved?”

“Catherine says one time Moose stopped her from self-harm and apparently she shares a special bond with Cupcake.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “I’m not playing ‘animal control’ until we find a good home for those animals, you hear me?”

Cas nods. “You’re right.”

Dean looks at him cautiously. He had expected Castiel to put up more of a fight considering animals.

“We will be their owners, so we will not be playing anything,” Cas continues and Dean lets out a sigh.

“Cas, buddy, we’re hunters. We don’t have time—”

“But Dean, Cupcake’s fur is the same color as your hair and Moose’s eyes are green just like yours!”

Dean softens just a bit. His boyfriend is a hopeless romantic, but he unfortunately thinks it’s cute.

“Plus, Moose’s eyes are the same color as mine, so even if I’m gone, you’d be able to look into my eyes!” Cas continues.

“Cas, baby, I just don’t know—”

Dean is cut off by an inhuman shrieking noise coming from his phone. He fishes it out of his pocket awkwardly while driving in order to hear Sam bellowing, “I FUCKING KNEW IT!” into the phone over and over again.

“DESTIEL! DESTIEL! DESTIEL! DESTIEL!” Dean’s annoying younger brother chants while Dean attempts to shout over his screaming.

Five days later Dean has to admit, Moose does have Cas’s eyes.

And thankfully, Sam is not homophobic.

Silent Thoughts

Anonymous said: Can you do a one shot where the castiel proposes to the reader. She says yes. But could you do it in deans p.o.v where the reader is him best friend and he has secret feelings for her but knows she will be better off with castiel. So decides not to say anything. Only sam knows

A/N: I have to admit that a pet peeve of mine has always been writing in first point of view. I don’t know why but it has always annoyed me for some reason. Anyways, this is my first time, I think, to write for a character in first POV, so I hope it turns out okay, and that you like it, dearest!

Word count: 1,716

Pairing: Castiel x reader, and a little of Dean x reader I guess.

Warnings: none.

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“The first sentence of anything is always the hardest.”

“Yes, I am aware of that,” Cas nodded, his eyes observing all the small things around the kitchen and avoiding to look at me or Sam. “Which is why I’m asking your help–you two know her so well, and I want this to be perfect for her.”

“As it should be,” I nodded, barely able to keep the resentment off my words. “Y/N is really important to all of us, Cas. I know that she probably won’t care a lot about the way you do this, but we do. She deserves something good in this life.”

“Good thing she found Cas, huh?” Sam said with a small smile, shooting me a look when Cas wasn’t looking. I knew he was trying to keep me on my toes, and I was trying to do the same, but sometimes it was all too hard.

Everyday I would have to watch them be together, doing all the things that I wished I could do with her; I wish I could hold her hand, I wish I could be the one to hold her while she got a book from one of the top shelves of the library, I wished I could be the one to get to whisper in her ear and make her giggle, but I’m not. It’s Cas, and it’s staying that way. It has to stay that way.

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Light’s Out

I couldn’t stop thinking about this post by @wings-and-pies so I had to write it. Hey, write what you want to read, right?  It’s a little fluffy. Let me know what you think.

I keep rereading and tweaking.  But I think I’m done now.

I’m new to the whole fic writing game.  So I’m not sure what all i need to include here.  But it’s about 2200 words. 




It happened for the first time in the bunker library.  Mary had come back a few weeks before.  Things had been tense between the Winchesters, with Mary and Dean especially.  Dean knew that Mary hadn’t meant to hurt them.  But man, had it hurt.  He’d been so scared to hope she’d actually come back.  But she WAS back, and that was the most important thing.  So they’d been working on it.  Working on being a family again and slowly, slowly the rift was healing.  

Dean must have been sitting at that stupid table staring at that stupid computer screen for hours searching for leads  It seemed like every time they turned around those British bastards were screwing things up.  He heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing his hand over his face and pressing his palm into his forehead right between the brows to relieve the headache that was building there. His eyes burned.  But hey, no rest for the wicked, right? 

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