Gen., Wee!Chester, Destiel (implied)
“Rachel smells bad.”
“Dean,” Cas craned his neck to see the page, “that’s not what it says.”
“No, it is, I swear!” Dean held the book up out of view with a chuckle.
“But who’s Rachel?”
Dean blinked and jumped back off the bed, after realizing he was snuggled against the angel. What the hell?
Cas’ brow furrowed in concern, “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, baby, everything’s fine,” the blonde took a step back toward the bed, expression softening.
Whoa, he stopped mid-stride and shook his head, baby? Since when do I call him baby?
Cas wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, trying to swallow down his fear, “Dean?”
“Yeah?” He turned his gaze back to the man on the bed, wait… “Cas, why are we in bed?”
“… Because we always sleep like that?” Cas got off the bed, coming around to stand in front of his boyfriend.
The blonde rubbed at his temples, and looked around the room, this place is pretty nice, “… Why aren’t we in a motel?”
Dean moved toward the bedroom door, “Where the hell’s Sam?”
“Sam’s across the street, with Gabriel, where they always are…,” Cas stared at him, tilting his head to one side, “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
Damn he’s cute when he does that. “Hey!” Dean spun around, eyes darting around the room, “I didn’t think that!”
Cas took a nervous step back, “Didn’t think what?”
“I do not think you’re cute.”
The hurt expression on the angel’s face made him feel a stab of guilt, “Damn, Cas, no, that’s not what I meant. Come here,” the blonde outstretched his arms and took a step toward the raven-haired man.
“Dean…,” Cas took another step backward and avoided his eyes, “are you… have you started drinking again?”
Dean blinked at the accusation and shook his head, “Cas-”
“Don’t lie to me,” the shorter man sniffed and turned away from his boyfriend, hiding his tears.
Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, it’s not right to keep this from him… He opened his eyes and looked around widely, what the fuck?
“Cas, what’s going on?”
“I knew it,” Cas wiped at his eyes before he slid the comforter off the bed and threw it at the stunned man.
“Cas? What’re you doing?”
“Maybe a night on the couch will jog your memory,” he strode over and opened the bedroom door, pointing out into the hall, face hard.
“Cas, please, help me out. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“De-an!” A sing-song voice called from behind the pair.
Dean turned around to see Cas standing a few feet away from him, wearing an unbuttoned shirt and shorts, standing just in front of an ocean. What the fuck? Dean turned back to where the first Cas was, and was surprised to see it was no longer a bedroom, but instead a beach. How the hell…? He walked forward a few steps, eyes scanning the surrounding area, half hoping he’d see the bedroom somewhere.
He turned back to the smaller man, fighting over which question he should ask first, “Cas, where are we?”
“We’re on vacation silly,” Cas wrapped his arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips.
The blonde wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s waist and pulled his body closer.
Whoa! Dean jumped backward, eyes wide with shock, how is this happening?
“Who’s doing that?”
Cas tilted his head to one side, confused, “Are you alright?”
“What happened to the bedroom?”
“Bedroom?” The raven-haired man gave him a once over, “you could at least buy me dinner first.”
“No,” Dean shook his head, what is happening to me? “I mean, how’d we get here?”
“Ah,” he chuckled before looping his arm around the blonde’s, pulling him closer to the water, “well… I just needed a pie shell, but I ended up taking you home instead.”
“Oh c’mon,” he laughed and rested his head against the taller man’s arm, “I know you don’t remember the details, but you have to remember that part.”
“Of course I remember, I just like the way you tell it,” the blonde smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
What the hell am I doing? Dean straightened and scanned the beach again, unsure of what he was looking for, what is going on?
“Dean, are you alright?”
“Don’t you remember the conversation we were just having?”
Cas’ brows furrowed in confusion, “we were talking about signing up for a surf class.”
“No, we were…” his protest died on his lips, not sure what he’d accomplish by arguing. How does he not remember? He took a few steps away, maybe this isn’t Cas… “You needed a pie shell?”
“Yeah… for Home Ec., one of the assignments was to make a pie.”
“Home Ec?” Dean backed up further, instinctively reaching to his hip for his gun, “Since when do angels go to high school?”
“Yeah,” he silently cursed as he felt he was wearing swim shorts, “I mean, I knew you guys had to go through training, but I didn’t think cooking would be a priority.”
Cas took a small step toward him, “Training? What are you talking about?”
Definitely not Cas, shit, “What? Did they scrub your brain again? Or have you been here so long you actually forgot about headquarters?”
“I think you’ve got too much sun,” Cas was beside him, guiding him back toward the resort in a matter of seconds, “how about we go lie down for a while?”
“No,” he wretched himself out of the shorter man’s grip and backed up a few feet, “so you’re not an angel?”
Cas ran a hand through his hair and looked around the beach, “Of course not, angels aren’t real.”
“What the hell do you mean angels aren’t real?”
“Will you keep your voice down?” he felt a hand slap over his mouth, “Do you want to give the whole nest our location?”
He blinked and saw Cas – or someone who looked a hell of a lot like the Cas he knew – inches away from his face, furious.
He took his hand off the Winchesters’ mouth but continued to glare at him, “The Alpha should be upstairs in one of the back bedrooms. That is, if you didn’t just give away our ambush plan.”
What the…? Feeling his hunter instincts kick in – although he was still confused – he followed the man up the stairs, “Cas,” he kept his voice low as they approached one of the doors, “What are we doing?”
The raven-haired man rolled his eyes at the hunter, “Going after the Alpha Vamp.” At the blank stare, he blinked at the hunter, moving closer, “Maybe you did hit your head harder then I thought.” He touched two fingers to the blondes’ forehead before shaking his head, “You should be fine,” he stared into the hunters’ eyes, face serious, “You do remember how to hunt, right?”
“Of course I know how to hunt.” Dean huffed, how can I explain without sounding crazy? “Something… weird is going on, Cas. I- shit, I don’t even know how to explain it.”
Cas nodded before slowly reaching for the doorknob, “I’ll examine you in more depth after we kill the Alpha.”
Maybe it’s some sort of curse… he pulled the machete out of his jacket, hand white-knuckling around the handle, or African Dream Root. That would explain all the… scene changes.
The blonde sighed and turned to his left, surprised to see a five-year-old, who looked oddly like Sam did when he was younger. He looked around, not that surprised to see the scene had changed yet again, and he was now in a dingy motel room, at least this is familiar.
He strode over to the bed the child was on, “Where’re your parents, Bud?”
The brunette tilted his head to one side, bangs falling into his eyes, “… Dad’s working.”
Shoulda seen that coming, he sat on the edge of the bed, doing his best to keep calm, “Okay… what’s your name?”
This caused the 5-year-old to squeal with laughter, flopping backwards against the pillows, “It’s me, De! Told you you wouldn’t rec’nize me!”
Definitely gotta be Dream Root, “… Sammy?”
The kid nodded, smiling a big, toothy grin at the blonde, and he noted the missing front tooth. Sammy reached under his pillow and pulled the tooth out, holding it out for the blonde to inspect.
This is too weird. I don’t think I’ve dreamt about Sam this young since… ever. Dean took the tooth and blew out a whistle, “This came out of you? No way.”
Sammy giggled again, snatching the tooth back from his brother, satisfied smile on his face, “Told you it was loose!”
“Okay, smarty-pants,” Dean chuckled, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck, how am I gonna wake up? “Whaddya say we get you to sleep now?”
Sam poked out his bottom lip, shaking his head, “But I’m not tired!”
Oh! I know. Don’t really want him to see it though. “If you don’t go to sleep, the Tooth Fairy can’t get your tooth,” The blonde got up off the bed, making his way over to the bathroom.
Sammys’ eyes went wide before he dove under the covers, “I didn’t know you had to be asleep!”
“Yep, just like Santa.” Dean stopped in the doorway, turning back to the bed, “So you’ll sleep?”
The five-year-old nodded his head so violently his bangs shook wildly around, before he all but head-butted the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. Dean smiled at him before closing the bathroom door, locking it.
He plucked his fathers’ razor off the side of the sink, digging out one of the blades, stopping as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Whoa, I didn’t think I’d be younger, he shook his head at his younger reflection, turning his attention back to the razor blade, bringing it to his left wrist, time to wake up.
Dean groaned, stretching his arms out over his head, bed sheets. That’s either good or… He sat up slowly, looking around before shaking his head, damn it. He was back in the fancy bedroom. If I wasn’t dreaming, then what the hell-
Wait a minute, Dean slid out of bed and crouched on the floor, peering down at the trim on the bottom of the wall, what is this? He jumped back as he saw the thing move, is it a bug? Whoa! Definitely not a bug, he crept a bit closer as he watched the thing jump in front of him. Carefully, he stretched one hand toward it, picking the end of it up off the floor, it looks like… words? His brows’ furrowed as he turned it around in his hand, silently lip-reading. “Rachel smells bad.”
“Dean,” Cas craned his neck to see the page, “that’s not what it says.”
“No, it is, I swear!” Dean held the book up out-
What the hell? This is… me? Whoa! He nearly dropped it as it as it leapt forward in his hand again, it gets bigger every time I think something? Where the hell did this come from? He looked around the rest of the room, and saw that the string went all the way around the base of the wall, and snaked its way under the door, guess I’m going on an adventure.
Dean began wrapping the string around his hand, doing his best to tie it up so he could move, this has got to be some kind of curse or something. He sighed as the string expanded again and fell from his hand. How am I supposed to carry this if it gets bigger every time I- He stood, eyes catching on the pillows on the bed, worth a shot. He strode over, shaking the closest pillow out of it’s case before scooping up as much of the string as he could, before slinging the sack over his shoulder and heading for the door, this ends now.
She rubbed at her tired eyes before reaching for her coffee cup, glancing at the time on the laptop, alright, just finish this paragraph and then you can go to bed. She sighed before cracking her knuckles, stifling a yawn, alright, come on, girl. Crunch time. She poised her hands over the keyboard starring at the word document that was sitting open in front of her, cursor blinking unapologetically. Like it’s mocking me.
She sighed again before deflating, shoulders slumping forward, what is wrong with me? It’s just a fic. It shouldn’t be this hard. She lowered her head to the table in front of her, groaning, why can’t I figure out how to end this stupid thing?
A rustling noise from outside made her bring her head back up, she paused the music she was listening to, holding her breath as she listened. There was what sounded like a bang, as if someone hit the side of her house. What the hell? Who would be here at, she glanced at the clock on her laptop, two in the morning? Damn. She got up slowly from her desk and made her way out into the hall, leaning over the railing as the banging noise continued, maybe it’s a burglar. She crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky spots as to not alert whoever was outside, or a murderer.
Okay, no, stop it. Why do you always go there? She shook her head before making her way over to the front door, peering out the peephole, cursing to herself as she saw a man standing on the porch. I can’t believe I was right. She watched him for a minute, brows furrowing in confusion, what is he…? The man checked behind him before kneeling down, inserting what looked like a pin into her deadbolt.
Oh my God! She took a few steps back, heart beginning to pound in her chest, shit, what do I do? What do I do? She watched in mild fascination as the deadbolt turned, unlocking. Shit, shit, shit, she raced back up the stairs, closing the door to her office, before all but jumping back into her desk chair, I can’t believe this is actually happening. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. Okay, not the time for that, she shook her head, c’mon, you’ve written a B&E a million times, what are you supposed to do? Frantic eyes searched the top of her desk, before she spotted her phone. She snatched it just as she heard the front door open, shit. She slid under her desk, thanking her past self that she ended up going with the bigger desk.
She took a deep breath, failing to calm her racing heart as she unlocked her phone, starring at the keypad, oh my God, how do you forget the emergency number? She raked her brain, tensing her body as she thought, c’mon! Now’s not the time to be scared! Her eyes burned as she starred at the phone screen, before it faded out, and locked. She listened as the man walked around below her, maybe he’ll just steal something and leave.
She heard the bottom step creak, and she held her breath, shit, shit, shit. She unlocked the phone again, and felt a bolt of lightening hit her brain, 9-1-1, she punched in the numbers and shook her head, I’m such an idiot. She held the phone up to her ear and held her breath, wait… what do I even say?
“I’m sorry. All our operators are currently busy. Please stay on the line and we’ll get to your call as soon as we can.”
What the hell? Since when does 9-1-1 have a hold feature? Her knuckles began to turn white around the edge of the phone as she heard footsteps approach the door, please don’t come in, please don’t come in…
Of course, she heard the door swing open, and what sounded like clicks on the hardwood floor, hey, that sounds like- She cut herself off as her dog came around the back of the desk, licking her face. She pet the dogs head and did her best to get it off of her, I thought you were supposed to be a guard dog?
She closed her eyes and stopped petting the dog, maybe if I don’t move he’ll leave.
“I know you’re under there.”
Guess the jig’s up, she took a deep breath, and crawled out from under the desk, peaking over the top to see the blonde standing on the other side of the desk, he looks angry. She got up, leaning her one arm on her desk and hoped her face didn’t show how scared shitless she was, “H-hi.”
“So it’s you,” the man dropped the pillow case he’d been holding on the floor and took a step forward.
“Please, don’t kill me!” She involuntarily took a step back, holding her hands up in front of her, real smooth, girl.
The blonde blinked in surprise, “Kill you? I don’t want to kill you.”
“Oh,” she cautiously took a step forward, easing herself down into her desk chair, “Then… what do you want? You can steal anything, just please, don’t take my laptop.”
“I don’t want to steal-” He cut himself off as his eyes shot to the laptop that was sitting open on the desk. He came around the front of the desk, squinting at the word document that was sitting open. His eyes widened in realization before turning back to the girl, “What is this?”
“Uhm,” she swallowed thickly, rolling her chair backward as he came closer, “A-a story.”
“Why’re you writing about me?”
She blinked in surprise, “What? No, I’m writing about-” She rolled closer, looking between the screen and the man standing in front of her, eyes going wide as she saw his features light up in the faint glow of the screen, “Oh my God. You’re Dean?”
“Duh.” He pointed to the screen, eyes narrowing, “What the hell are you doing? Who gave you the right to write what I say and do, huh?”
“I, uhm, well…” her mind was racing, “Y-you’re not supposed to be real.”
“Yeah, cause I have a choice.” He gave her a pointed look, “Seriously, what the hell? How long have you been doing this?”
She lowered her eyes to the ground, “W-well, uhm… it’s been a few years.”
She nodded meekly, “Y-yeah. People really like it, too. But, wait,” she turned her eyes back to him, “How did you get out of the story?”
“The story,” she pointed toward the computer screen, rolling herself closer, “Look, I left you in your and Cas’ bedroom,” she glanced at him and sighed at the confused look on his face, “You were in a fictional place. The bedroom? It doesn’t exist – I made it up. So how did you get from Imaginary Land to the real world?”
He let out a breath as he straightened up, running a hand through his hair, “Shit if I know.”
“This is weird,” she opened her internet browser, starring at the empty search bar, “I don’t even know where to begin to figure this out.”
“Can’t you just…” He sat on the edge of the desk, letting out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know, stop writing about me?”
“Pfft, no,” she chuckled, “The fandom would riot.”
“Well,” he chewed his lip, eyes on the pillow case, “Wait, you aren’t writing this part?”
“Am I– what? Oh, no,” She turned to him, “Do you see me typing?”
“Where did you leave off?” He got back up, walking over to the laptop, “Maybe that’s the clue.”
“Uuuhm,” she minimized the browser, before re-reading the story, “I left you… in the bedroom, you were just getting kicked out by Cas.”
“Damn, guess that’s not it,” he sulked back over to the corner of the desk.
“Wait, why not?”
“I was… scene jumping? After that. I was on a beach, and then I was with Sam, but he was little, then I was hun-” he cut himself off as he noticed the look on her face, “What?”
“Well,” she swallowed thickly, “I… I was having trouble thinking of what kind of fic to make, so I started and scraped a few ideas. One was you hunting, one was a Wee!Chesters fic – that would’ve been you with Sam when he was little – and one of you on vacation with Cas.”
He got up, brows furrowed in confusion as he made his way to the pillow case. He brought it over, handing it to me, “Explain this, then.”
Intrigued and no longer scared, she opened the bag, peering inside, “It’s empty.”
“Exactly. Wait, what?” He snatched it back, turning it upside down, shaking it out, “How is it empty?”
“Uhm…” She rolled over to it, picking it up off the floor, “What was in it?”
He hung his head, pointing to the computer screen, “That.”
“… My story was in this bag?”
“Yes!” He took it out of her hands, turning it over, shaking his head, “I followed a string of words, from the bedroom all the way here.” At my disbelieving look, he shrugged, gesturing to my laptop, “Maybe it’s leaking words?”
“I don’t know!” He ran a hand through his hair again, blowing out a breath in frustration, “Weirder things have happened to me.”
“True, but you’re fictional. Or, were fictional.” She tapped her nails on her desk as she thought, starring at the computer, “Maybe… maybe it’s some sort of curse?”
“That’s what I said!” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “Is that even a thing here?”
“What? Magic?” At his nod she shrugged, “Some people be-”
“No, no, no.” He held up one hand, “Don’t give me that crap. This is a yes or no question. Does magic exist here?”
“Yes. But, before you get too excited, it doesn’t exist in the same ways as you’re used to.” At his confused expression she sighed, “Okay, to be honest, there’s no real concrete proof one way or the other. Like, we could throw a bunch of shit in a bowl and say a chant, but it’s not likely to-”
“Great,” he clapped his hands, making her jump, “Let’s do it.”
“I’m sorry, do what?”
“Un-curse me! Or send me back or whatever.” He gestured to the laptop again, “C’mon, get me the ingredients.”
Her jaw dropped, he can’t be serious, she rolled back toward the laptop, typing into the search bar. “Okay, I’ll try,” She shook her head, “but don’t be too disappointed if we-” she cut herself off as the search results came up, “Huh.”
Dean came around to look at the screen, before lightly hitting her arm, “Told you.”
“I honestly didn’t think that would work.” She clicked open one article and began skimming it, guess the internet really does have everything.
“See?” He shook his head at her, “Most people have no idea what’s really out there.”
“I should have all this stuff. Seems straight-forward enough.” She rolled back, getting up out of the chair, walking out of the room, before returning a moment later with an arm full of candles, pack of chalk, a bowl and a lighter, “Kinda reminds me of a reverse Tulpa.”
He glanced up at her from the laptop, “How do you know-”
“Dude,” She held up a hand as she deposited the contents of her arms onto her desk, before she began placing the candles down in a circle on the floor, “I’ve watched every season of your TV show, I know pretty much as much about the supernatural as you do.”
“TV show?” He shook his head, walking over to stand inside the forming circle, “I’m going to kill Chuck.”
“Actually, here,” she grabbed his arm, dragging him a bit so he was centered, “A guy named Eric Kripke invented you.”
“Great.” He sighed, eyes on the girl as she moved around, lighting all the candles, “You sure this is gonna work?”
“Well,” she took the chalk out of the pack and began drawing, “The spell on the website says it’s to summon a fictional character here.”
“So,” she grunted as she almost tripped over one of the candles, “If you’re already here, and we do this summoning, it might send you back, or it might do nothing.”
She looked up as she completed the circle, wiping her hands on her pants, “Don’t worry,” she gave him a cheeky grin, “If this doesn’t work, there were 1.8 billion other results.”
He chuckled before scratching the back of his neck, lowering his eyes to the floor, biting his lip.
“Hey,” her voice got him to look back at her, “Don’t be nervous. You’ve got the easy part.”
His brows creased, “How do you-” He shook his head, “Never mind.”
She turned the laptop so she could see it from the other side of the desk, before pulling out one of his hairs.
“Oh, please,” she dropped the hair into the bowl on the floor, “I’ve seen you get tossed around by pretty much every supernatural creature out there.” She gave him a pointed look, “You expect me to believe that hurt?”
“Yeah!” He rubbed the spot for a moment.
She rolled her eyes before grabbing the pack of matches, lighting one, “Ready?”
He took in a deep breath before nodding.
“Alright,” she turned to look at the computer screen before letting it fall from her hand, “Let’s get you home.”
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