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Back In Black

SPN FanFic

~ The Winchesters travel to Louisiana to help out an old friend and Dean gets a moment of happiness before the walls come crashing back down.~

Dean x Reader, Sam

4,803 Words

Warnings: Possible tiny spoiler for 12x12. Blood. Angst. Pain. Sad. Also happiness, romance, implications of activities sexual in nature. Everything but the kitchen sink. 

A/N: This is for my dear buddy Meg, @megansescape for her 300 followers celebration. My song prompt was “Back in Black” by AC/DC. I didn’t use it how you might think ;) Huge thank you to my poodle @idreamofhazel for reading this over and for helping save the entire thing from being tossed into the shredder. Hope you enjoy! Let me know whatcha think! 

Blood. There was so much blood. Her blood. It poured from her mouth, her sides, the cuts on her arms, the hole in her chest. It coated Dean’s hands and dripped down his shirt as he cradled her in his arms. She was gone.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice boomed throughout the room but Dean could barely hear him. It was muted and distant; nothing could break through the cloud of pain and grief that surrounded Dean as he lay on the cold ground rocking her to his chest. Sam knelt down, falling to his knees next to Y/N’s limp form, tears filling his eyes. “Dean, what did you do?”

They were back on the road where they belonged. Witches, demons, it didn’t much matter what lie ahead; Dean was happy to put the Big Bad aside for a while and focus on the small stuff. Mary had disappeared again after the crap with Ramiel, and frankly he was glad to see her go. She’d put them all in danger, hell, Cas had almost died, and he couldn’t stand to look her in the eye after.

When Y/N had called, asking for help on a case, he’d been more than happy to load up the car and take the thirteen hour drive to Louisiana. The wind and the road helped clear his head, helped him push away the questions and distrust that bloomed in his gut.

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And the 12x10 Codas Keep Coming

“That’s one for the record books. We just drank Cas under the table,” Dean told his brother. After two beers the angel’s eyes closed and his chin fell to his chest. Dean scooped him up and carried him down the hall to his own room. He placed him on the bed and covered him.

Sam waited for him to come back. “Can we talk about this?” He asked when Dean sat back down.

“What’s there to talk about? He’s home, he’s safe for tonight. Just used too much of his mojo on that dickbag Ishim.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “The petty fighting. This juvenile crap. You’re acting like…”

“Like what, Sammy?” There was a sharp edge to his words.

“Like an overprotective boyfriend.”


Sam almost spit out his beer. “So are you? His boyfriend? What he said after Billie was kind of intense. And it seemed like it was directed at you.”

Dean finished off his bottle and set it down hard on the table. He avoided eye contact with his brother as he said, “It was.”

Sam threw his hands up. “And you couldn’t tell me? My brother and my best friend are together and it what, slipped your mind? How long?”

“Just…don’t get mad at Cas. I asked him not to tell you. The timing wasn’t right and we’ve spent most of our time fighting. I wanted to be solid before we said anything.”

“How long?” Sam repeated. He was still pissed off.

“Before we came to get you, okay? I told you, it was bad timing. I was overwhelmed from Mom and you being taken. He was relieved that I didn’t die.” Dean was not going into detail. Sam could read between the lines if he wanted to.

“That’s why you got two rooms after Vince. You snuck out to Cas’ room when I was sleeping. Wow! A lot of things make more sense now.” He shook his head. “Anything else I should know?”

Dean choked back the lump in his throat. “I love him. I could have made a deal with Billie to just get you out but I needed to see him, to tell him goodbye.” He smiled and blinked back tears. “Ishim saw right through us. He knew. He knew the only way to hurt us was through each other.”

Sam sighed. He scrubbed his face with his hands before folding them together to rest his head on. “Okay. Okay. I’m gonna head to bed.” He walked past Dean to pat him on the shoulder. “Stop being a dick to him.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied. He waited for Sam to leave so he could gather up all the empties and turn out the lights. He found Cas still passed out from sheer exhaustion. He peeled the blanket back and slipped in beside him, both still fully clothed. “Love you, angel,” he whispered. He laid his head on Cas’ chest and wrapped an arm around his waist.