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This is this years’ Christmas/holiday fic.

On Dec. 14th I will be uploading a New Years fic, and then the last post of the year on the following Monday. (Dec. 17th) I will then take a two week vacation from posting, and will return in January! (I’ll explain more in the post on Dec. 17th)


Wee!Chesters

Words: 2,111


“… What are you doing?”

“Uhm…” Sammy’s eyes went to the ground, cheeks flaring, “nothing.”

“Nothing?” Bobbys’ eyebrows went up, “That’s an awfully loud nothing,” his eyes drifted to the lump under the covers on the bed, “a pretty big lump, too.”

The kid swallowed thickly, eyes darting to the lump before back to the father-figure standing in the doorway, “W-what lump?”

Bobby chuckled, holding up his hands, “Okay, okay. Well you just let me know if you need any help with that nothing.”

“… Okay.”

Bobby re-closed the bedroom door, shaking his head as he made his way down the stairs, what is that boy up to? He went out to the backyard, picking up the paint spray gun and mask, just down burn down the house.

 

 

Bobby awoke startled, hearing a loud crash from the kitchen, what in the hell…? He was out of his chair in an instant, stalking his way over to the kitchen doors, hand on his gun, mentally running through the salt-line check he’d done before falling asleep.

He opened the door and sighed in relief as he saw the five-year old jump up from the floor.

“Jesus, Boy, you almost gave me a heart attack,” he leaned himself against the door, eyes roaming over the flour-covered counter, “Whatcha doing, Sammy?”

The brunette swallowed thickly and ‘hid’ a cookie sheet behind his back, eyes threatening to spill over with tears, “… Nothing,” at the mans’ eyebrow raise he sighed in defeat, bottom lip poking out, “I-I’ll clean it up…”

“Clean up?” Bobby craned his neck a bit so he could see over the counter and noted the un-cooked cookies that littered the floor, “Now why would you do that?”

Sammy blinked in surprise as Bobby got an apron out of the closet, “… What?”

Bobby’s heart broke, John what the hell have you done to this boy? He took the cookie sheet from the child and placed it on the counter, before winking, grabbing the mixing bowl, “We can’t let you destroy the kitchen for nothing.”

 

 

“Wow,” Sammy was practically laying on the counter, watching the cookies cool on a wire rack.

Bobby chuckled as he washed the last of the dishes, “You’d think you’d never seen a cookie before.”

“I’ve seen cookies,” he rolled his eyes, “I just can’t believe I made these!”

“Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?”

“I know you helped but still…” he reached out to touch one, recoiling as it burnt his finger, “These look like real cookies. Like the ones you get at a store!” He turned to the older man, “I can’t believe we turned eggs and milk and all that stuff into these! It’s like magic!”

Bobby did his best to hold in his laughter, “Yeah, cooking is pretty cool.”

“Definitely,” he tilted his head a bit to the side, “… can making cookies be a job?”

“Yep,” Bobby leaned against the counter, taking a swig from his beer, “They’re called bakers.”

“Really?” his eyes went wide and he gave a thousand-watt smile, “That’s so cool! Do you think…” he bit his lip and averted his eyes, smile fading, “Do you think I could do that?”

“’Course.”

“But won’t Dad-”

“It doesn’t matter what John says,” he narrowly stopped himself from hitting the counter, “I mean,” he took a deep breath, “you should do whatever you want to do. Don’t worry if John doesn’t understand. Do what makes you happy.”

Sammy nodded before turning back to the cookies, “I want to make these every day!”

Bobby smiled, going over to ruffle his hair, “Then you do that.”

Just then, the boys heard a rumble from outside, the Impala.

Sammys’ face lit up again and he practically jumped off the counter, running to the front door, “They’re back!”

The brunette sped to the front hall before – much to Bobbys’ surprise – bee lining for the stairs, bedroom door slamming shut. Bobby looked after him for a moment before shaking his head as the front door opened, John bursting in, Dean in his arms.

That can’t be good, Bobby went to the kitchen, fetching the first aid kit, coming back as John placed Dean down on the couch. His face was set in a scowl, and he was covered head to toe in a mix of dirt and blood. Dean had a deep gash across his head that was oozing blood, glad Sammy decided to go upstairs.

“What happened?”

John shook his head, “He didn’t want to list-”

“John,” Bobby shot him a look as he pushed him away, kneeling down and beginning to clean the boys’ wound.

John let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing, eyes on the ground, “I told him not to go after it.”

“That’s great,” Bobby pushed the gauze harder against the wound, not liking that Dean didn’t even flinch, “What else?”

“What does it look like?” Johns’ hands balled into fists at his side, “The thing flung him halfway across the room, he only stopped cause he hit a wall. Head collided with the corner of a table on the way down.”

Bobby closed his eyes and grit his teeth, “He needs to go to the hospital.”

“No.”

“John-”

“I said no!”

“Do you want him to die?” Bobby stood, turning angry eyes on the other man, “Cause that’s what’s gonna happen if he stays here.”

John blinked in mild surprise, “You can’t stitch it?”

“He’s unconscious.”

John took a step toward him, getting close enough Bobby could smell the whisky on his breath, “Can. You. Stitch. It?”

Bobby used all the strength he had to not punch him in the face, “No.”

“Fuck,” John blew out a breath, eyeing his son, taking a small step back, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Go to the hospital.”

“We can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m still wanted for that skin-walker job, remember?”

Bobby grit his teeth, closing his eyes for a moment to think, “Fine. I’ll take him, you stay here with Sammy.”

John paled a bit at the mention of his other son but nodded. He watched as Bobby picked Dean up off the couch, helping to load him into the truck. Bobby hopped in before giving John a death glare, “Do not tell him about this.”




 

“Seriously, Bobby, I’m fine,” Dean swatted at his arm as he was easing himself out of the truck.

“Oh yeah, you pass out from blood loss and get a concussion every day,” the older man gave him a pointed look and kept his arms out for support.

“Pfft, you know what hunting’s like,” Dean successfully stood on the ground, and blinked, swaying slightly on the spot, “It’s always dangerous.”

“You’re not your father, Dean,” Bobby shut the truck door and trailed behind the blonde as they made their way to the front door, “also, you’re nine.”

“Exactly,” He climbed the steps, leaning heavily against the banister, “Time for me to grow up.”

Bobby rolled his eyes and unlocked the door, holding it open for the blonde, not surprised to see John was no longer in the living room, big surprise.

“Dean!”

A mess of brown hair launched itself at the blonde, nearly knocking him over. He caught Sammy easily, plastering a smile on his face, but Bobby didn’t miss the flash of dizziness.

“Wha-? Who’s this?” he brushed some of the hair from his brothers’ eyes, “Oh, Sammy! There you are!”

The youngest giggled and Bobby was amazed at how quickly the elder could switch into Big Brother Mode. He began walking them over to the couch, “So, Sammy, what have you been up to?”

The youngest looked like he was going to explode, “I made you something!” his expression fell as he noticed the bandage on the blondes’ head, “What happened?”

“Eh,” Dean waved a dismissive hand, “I’m fine. What did you make me? Is it…” he looked around the room, pretending to think, “A Tickle Monster?” he then threw the five-year-old onto the couch before all but tackling him, tickling his stomach.

The youngest let out a loud squeal, doing his best to wiggle away. John came out of the kitchen at the yell, and Bobby was mildly surprised to see he had showered. He hung back as he saw what was happening. The eldest Winchester leaned against the doorway next to Bobby, small smile on his face.

Sammy began gasping for breath after a few minutes, face going red.

“Dean.”

At the sound of his fathers’ voice, Dean immediately stopped, smile fading and he practically jumped up from the couch, puffing his chest out. A soldier ready for duty. Sammys’ gasps had also died down, eyes going straight to the floor, as if he were ashamed.

“Sammy,” Bobby nodded toward the kitchen, “why don’t you go get what you made Dean?”

He nodded, smile reappearing before zooming back up the stairs.

Dean turned confused eyes to the other men, “What is it?”

Bobby shrugged, “Last time I saw it, it was a giant lump under the covers.”

A small smile graced Deans’ face, and his cheeks flushed.

They saw the youngest stop at the top of the stairs, whatever it was carefully hidden behind his back, “Close your eyes!”

Dean rolled his eyes before closing them, “Okay! They’re closed!”

“I don’t believe you!”

Dean huffed, before opening them, giving Bobby and his father a look, “Little help?”

Bobby smirked, giving him a pointed look, “Well?” the blonde re-closed his eyes, “They’re closed, Sammy!”

The men watched as the youngest did his best to walk down the stairs without holding onto the hand rail. Whatever he made was big enough it needed his two hands to carry. He got to the bottom and carefully walked himself over, bringing the gift – that was carefully wrapped in red and white Christmas paper – out from behind his back.

“Hold out your hands,” upon doing so he placed the present in them, and chuckled as Deans’ arms fell a few inches, pretending it was heavy, “Okay, open.”

The blonde opened his eyes and let out a whistle, “You wrapped this?”

“Mhm,” Sammy was beaming, bouncing slightly where he stood, “Open it! Open it! Open it!”

“Okay, okay, geez,” Dean made his way back over to the couch, placing the present down on the coffee table.

He began unwrapping it slowly, brows knit together wondering what could be so heavy, before revealing a cardboard box.

He turned to his brother, “Wow, Sammy, it’s uhm…”

The youngest rolled his eyes, giving his brother a slight push, “It’s in the box, Dean.”

“Oh, right. I knew that.”

The blonde took his switch blade off his belt to open the box, prying the top open and peering inside, before letting out a small gasp. He reached into the box carefully, pulling out what looked to be a Lego version of their fathers’ Impala.

He turned his eyes to his brother, “What…? How did you…?”

“I built it!” Sammy was bouncing up and down, “I took all the black Legos I had from my other sets and built it,” he flung his arms around his brother, “Now you have one, too!”

“I can’t believe this…” Deans’ eyes drifted back down to the present he was holding, face stunned, “This is… amazing, thank-you.”

“Is that what you were doing up in your room all week?”

The youngest gave Bobby a nod before turning back to his brother, “You like it?”

“I love it,” Dean held the car up to his face, inspecting it, “You even got the license plate right!”

“Good job, Sammy,” Bobby went to sit on the arm of the couch, “Now that kitchen mess makes more sense.”

“Oh!” Sammy smacked his head, before running into the kitchen, “I forgot the best part!”

Dean starred after him, “There’s more?”

Bobby winked, “I helped with this part.”

The youngest returned a moment later with the cookies he and Bobby had made, placing the plate down on the table next to the car.

Dean looked over the cookies and chuckled, “Are these supposed to be us?”

Sammy nodded his head excitedly before removing one of the door Legos from the side of the car, placing one of the cookies into the driver side, “Look! They fit inside, too!”

“Wow, Sammy, that’s so cool!” Dean wrapped his brother up in a bear hug, “You’re one smart kid, y’know that?”

“I know!”

“This is great, Sammy,” he turned his eyes to the plate of cookies, eyes widening slightly, “I just have one question.”

“What?”

His stomach grumbled then, as if on cue, “Does that mean I can’t eat the cookies?”


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Chicken

Written: 18.09.28-18.10.05

Words: 1,486

Gen., Human!Cas


“You have to have pie!” Cas grabbed the cashier by the collar, nearly pulling him over the counter.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” the cashiers’ voice shook, “This close to Thanksgiving nobody has any left.”

“I need pie!” Cas’ grip tightened around the collar, cashiers’ eyes going wide in fright.

The teen swallowed thickly, eyes darting around, “Y-You could always make one.”

Make one? Cas thought for a moment, could I make one? He turned narrowed eyes back to the teen, “How?”

“There’s pie filling in Aisle Two,” at the continued stare, the cashier pointed behind them, “I-I’m not sure if we still have pie shells, though.”

Cas’ grip tightened more, “I can’t just serve them pie filling!” he hesitated for a moment, “… Could I?”

“If you wanted to.”

The raven-haired man dropped the cashier against the desk, breathlessly, bee-lining for the aforementioned aisle. Pie filling… pie filling… where is-ah! Cas’ eyes widened at all the different cans, blueberry, cherry, pumpkin, apple? Why are there so many?

He turned angry eyes to the cashier, “Why are there so many?”

The cahsiers’ eyebrows knit together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Cas huffed in annoyance, “Which one do I pick?”

The cashier shrugged, taking a few steps toward the backroom, “Whichever flavour you like.”

I don’t know which flavour’s his favourite… he glanced at the clock on the back wall, and I’m running out of time! He swiped his arm across the shelf, knocking all the cans into his basket, I’ll just get all of them.

Okay, he threw the grocery bag down on the counter with a huff, starring into it with a mounting panic, what do I make first? He eyed the pie filling and the pie crusts, does pie take longer? He began lining all the cans out on the counter, starring over the flavours, I’ll start with these so I have time to perfect them for Dean. He grabbed one of the cans, placing it inside one of the shells, looking confused, that’s not how the picture looks… He picked the can up to inspect it. Upon shaking it, he heard a squishing, cheeks going red at his embarrassment even though he was alone, of course… it’s inside the can! He pulled a knife from a drawer, stabbing the top of the can – frowning when it didn’t open. He tapped the knife on the lid of the can again, sound of metal clinking against metal filling the air, how the hell…?

His eyes drifted slightly downward, toward the paper on the middle, he smirked as he turned the can on its’ side, taking the knife to the paper. The paper fell away from the can in a few slices, only to reveal more metal underneath, much to Cas’ dismay. The whole can is metal?

Huffing in rage, he grasped the can firmly in one hand and began sawing into it with the knife, using all the strength he could muster, “I… don’t…have…time…for…this.”




The Winchester brothers’ made their way through the bunker door, ears perking at the struggling noises coming from inside. Dean wiped blood from his eye as he nodded to his brother, the pair separating with their guns drawn, preparing to sweep the bunker. Fresh from a hunt, they were both still on high alert for any threats – even on Thanksgiving they didn’t get a break.

They moved into the hallway, where the grunting noises were getting louder. They stopped on either side of the kitchen doorway. Sam looked to his brother, holding his breath. At his brothers’ nod, they entered the room, raising their guns and startling the ex-angel.

“Cas?”

They lowered their weapons as they saw the kitchen island, full of food. There were about ten pies lining the kitchen island, used as a make-shift boarder around different dishes holding vegetables, and a giant hole, assumed to be the place for the bird in the ex-angels’ arms.

Cas put the roasting pan on the table, giant smile splitting his face, what’s on his face? before he threw his hands up in the air like an over-excited five year old, “Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Cas,” Deans’ voice was careful, hand out like he wasn’t sure what to expect, “What uh, what is all this?”

“I made you Thanksgiving dinner!” The raven-haired man took the oven-mitts off and untied his apron, gesturing to the stools set at the island.

The brothers’ shared a look as they approached the island cautiously. Sam took a stool, eyes roaming over the holiday spread, “Why uh… what made you decide to cook?”

“I thought you could use a good holiday memory,” he smiled as he handed each of them a beer, “y’know, instead of having somebody die.”

Dean snorted, taking a seat only when the youngest shot him a look, “Well it, uh, smells… great.”

Sams’ stomach grumbled almost as if on cue, cheeks going red as he looked over the table with a small smile, “What would you recommend we start with?”

Cas gestured to the bird in the middle of the table, “The main event, of course.”

Dean looked skeptical – it’s still pink for Christ sake –  but made his way around the other side of the island to grab the carving knife. He tilted his head to one side as he eyed it, “This looks pretty small for a turkey… how many pounds was it?”

“It didn’t say.” At the brothers’ look, he went to the garbage, pulling the container out, “See?”

Dean snorted again, shaking his head as he read the container, “Cas… this is a chicken not a turkey.”

“… Oh.”

“I’m sure it still tastes great,” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother, who was clearly trying to keep his laughter in.

“Yeah, I bet-” Dean cut himself off as he pushed the knife into the bird, being met with semi-frozen resistance, it’s not even cooked.

Dean looked up at the two men from the bird, boulder of guilt settling into his stomach as he took in the ex-angels’ fallen face, he looks like someone kicked his puppy.

“Dean?”

Not usually one to spare someones’ feelings, Dean shook his head, “Nothing, I’m sure it’s great.”

He used as much force as he could to dig into the semi-frozen bird, doing his best to keep a straight face as he placed the piece onto a plate.

“Here ya go, Sammy. First piece,” he handed the plate to his brother, praying he didn’t need to cut another.

Sam eyed his brother but accepted the plate. He took his knife to it, instantly realizing it was frozen, he opened his mouth before catching the look his brother was giving him. Reluctantly, Sam popped a piece of frozen bird into his mouth.

Cas’ face lit up slightly, “How is it?”

Sam moaned around the piece, nodding his head, “So…” he turned away slightly, doing his best to not spit it out, “so, good,” he gestured to Dean, “You should try it.”

“Nice try Sammy,” the blonde pushed the roasting pan slightly away from him, pulling over one of the pies, “You know I like my dessert first.”

Deans’ eyes caught the paintbrush sitting on the edge of the island, he… painted the pies? He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, as he starred at the pie he pulled over, why would you paint it? Sighing, he plunged his fork into the middle, suppressing his cringe as the crust bent easily under the force, didn’t we show you how to use the oven?

“So, Cas,” Sam thankfully piped up, “Why did you make so many pies, anyway?”

The raven-haired mans’ cheeks flared red, and he adverted his eyes to the ground, “Well… I didn’t know which would be your favourite… so I bought all of them.”

Of course you did, Dean closed his eyes, boulder in his stomach growing. He slightly shook his head as he tried to cut raw dough with his fork, doing his best to make it look like he wasn’t struggling.

“Wow, Cas that’s… that’s really nice, thank-you.”

“Of course, you’re family.”

Damn it, Dean felt a tug at his heart strings, finally ripping the dough enough with his fork to get a piece, “Yeah, Cas, that’s… not necessary.”

He popped it into his mouth, fighting off his gag reflex. He chewed it, teeth clenching at the doughy texture, I can’t believe he actually ruined pie… The blonde swallowed it down, body shuddering as it made it’s way down.

“I can’t wait till next year!”

Dean nearly choked on his pie.

Cas’ face lit up with an ear-splitting grin, looking between the brothers’, “Yeah! I can cook while you two are out hunting.”

The brothers’ exchanged a look, before Dean shook his head, “I don’t think so, buddy.”

Cas’ face fell slightly, “But… why?”

“Cause next year?” Dean took another forkful of pie, slingshotting it at the ex-angel, “I’m cooking.”


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Project: Soak

Written: 18.09.06

Words: 1,207

Gen.


“Cas, duck!” Dean spun around, firing off a shot in the space the angels’ head had just occupied.

The blonde dropped to his knees behind the rock, reloading, man, they are relentless!

Cas crouch-ran over to where the hunter was, “We’re surrounded!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Dean craned his neck to look around the rock, pulling back as a shot was fired in his direction, he scanned the half of the park that was behind them, why are parks always so open?

He saw a lone tree a few feet away from them, is it big enough to hide both of us? He turned to Cas, who was hiding completely behind the rock, head between his knees, gun laying on the ground next to him.

Why do I bother? The blonde shook his head and tapped him, pointing, “See that tree? We’re gonna run to it. Think you can manage?”

Cas starred blankly at the tree for a second before nodding, “We’ll fit there.”

In the next instant, the two men were behind the tree. Dean blinked, head spinning from the sudden movement before turning to Cas, bewildered and slightly queasy, “You can still teleport?”

The angel looked at the hunter like he was stupid, “Of course.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Do you know how useful that would’ve been-” he cut himself off, shaking his head, “You know what? It doesn’t matter.”

Dean peered around the trunk, noting the two men were still heading toward the rock they were just behind. Good, maybe now we’ll have a bit of time to- “Cas!” Dean knocked the gun from the angels’ hand, “What the hells’ wrong with you?”

“What?” Cas frowned, looking like a child, “You gave me the gun!”

“You weren’t supposed to shoot from here. You just gave away our position,” The blonde checked around the trunk again and, of fucking course, the two men were running full speed toward them.

“Can you teleport us out of here?”

At the lack of response the blonde turned to the man on his right, you’ve gotten be kidding, “A butterfly? Really, Cas?”

The angel held up his finger in triumph, “They’re endangered, Dean.”

“Yeah, I know they’re-” Dean huffed, chancing another look around tree, mentally cursing as the two men were nowhere in sight. He turned back to the angel, “Can you teleport us out of here?”

The angel turned surprised eyes to the hunter, did he forget I was here? He sighed before gently blowing the butterfly off his finger, “Wouldn’t that be cheating? You said not to use my powers.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Now you listen? Okay, look,” he checked around the tree, men still nowhere in sight, “it’s not cheating if we don’t have any other options. And since we’re cornered-” a shot hit the tree, nearly hitting Dean in the head. He let out a whistle and shot back, “anytime you’re ready, Princess.”

Cas’ brows furrowed for a moment before he sighed, placing his hand on the hunters’ shoulder.

Deans’ knees buckled against the ground as they landed. He looked around, no longer hearing the sounds of the park, home? He sighed and turned to the angel, “Damn it, Cas!”

“You’re welcome,” the angel slipped his trench-coat off on his way to the kitchen.

“Cas,” Dean rolled his eyes, following suit, “You weren’t supposed to take us out of the park – just out from behind that tree. To a better vantage point,” Dean went over to the fridge, inspecting its contents, “You just made us lose.”

The angel let out a sigh, “I don’t understand that game.”

Dean shook his head as he began pulling things from the fridge, of course you don’t, “Me and Sammy used to play all the time when we were kids. We finally had a day off, I figured we could both use something distracting.”

“But…” the angel chewed his lip a second, tilting his head to the side slightly, “you shoot to kill all the time, how would play shooting your brother be a distraction?”

“It was fun, Cas,” He closed the fridge and moved to the island where the angel was sitting, “Y’know, fun? You’ve had to of heard of it in all the hundreds of years you’ve been around humans.”

“…It wasn’t fun,” He picked at a chip in the table, “You were being mean.”

Dean sighed, exacerbated, “I wouldn’t of been so mean if you’d just-”

“You guys left mid game so you could cook?” Gabriels’ voice made both parties jump and turn to the doorway.

“We left because we wanted to leave you two with some of your dignity,” Dean began chopping vegetables, “I mean, you were losing against Cas.”

“Pfft, please,” Sam plopped down at the island next to the angel, “We were kicking your asses.”

“Whatever lets you sleep at night, Sammy,” the blonde turned to the stove, grabbing a pot and throwing the veggies in.

The giant rolled his eyes before running them over the ingredients displayed on the counter, “You’re making Pasgetti?”

Dean twirled back around to the island, nodding proudly, “Best meal after any hunt.”

Cas looked between the two, obviously confused, “But you weren’t-”

“Just go with it, Cas,” Gabriel took the last seat at the island, “It’s good.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at the other angel, “How would you know?”

“Pfft, please, who do you think taught her the recipe?”

The Winchesters’ jaws dropped and they both turned to the angel in unison, “What?”

Gabriel smirked, “Oh yeah, me and your mom go way back.”

“You son of a bitch, if you ever-”

“Relax, Dean-o, I don’t mean that. We were friends for a long time. Tried teaching her all kinds of recipes, but, well…,” he looked between the two humans before shrugging, “Some people just can’t cook.”

Dean eyed the angel, “You’re lying.”

Gabriel held up his hands in mock defence, “Believe me or don’t, either way, I’m the reason you two exist at all so…”

“Okay, now I know you’re definitely lying,” Dean turned back to the stove, angrily stirring the pot.

“Oh c’mon, you two already know your parents’ being together was part of heavens’ Almighty Showdown. Who do you think convinced Mary to go on a second date with the Neanderthal mechanic?”

“He’s right,” Cas didn’t bother to look up from the chip he was digging at, “Dad made sure an archangel was sent to watch over them, since it was such an important task, and we all know Michael and Lucifer couldn’t be trusted…”

The brothers’ shared a disbelieving look before Dean smirked, “You taught Mom the recipe?”

Gabriel nodded proudly, “Yep. I must’ve made it with her over a hundred times. She couldn’t quite match the awesomeness of the original, obviously.”

Dean nodded, “Okay, so… you wouldn’t want any of this then, since it’s not as good?”

Gabriel stopped himself mid-mod, mouth opening slightly in shock, “W-well, I-” his eyes narrowed at the hunters’ smirk, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Oh no?” Dean half-turned from the pot.

“Of course not,” Gabriel touched a finger to the pack of spaghetti on the island, winking at the other two men as it disappeared, “Kicking your ass really works up an appetite.”


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Face to Face

Inspired by the lyric: He’s not the only one who had a secret to hide – left the secret at the grave (Carrie Underwood – Two Black Cadillacs)

Words: 988

Started: 17.07.20

Finished: 18.08.22

Sabriel, Destiel


“Oh my God.”

“I had to,” Cas’ voice came from somewhere behind him.

Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from the burnt remains of wings that were spread across the floor, what did you do?

“I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t know what else to do.”

The blonde closed his eyes and took in a breath, his heart breaking at the pain in the angel’s voice, “It-it’s okay, Cas.”

“He didn’t give me a choice.”

“Cas, it’s okay,” Dean swallowed thickly as his eyes landed on the face of the body, “You don’t have to explain.”

“I didn’t-”

“Cas,” he turned to face the angel, hoping he was doing a better job of masking how freaked out he was than he felt, “let’s just get you home.”

“But Dean-”

“Cas, it’s fine,” he closed the small distance between them and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Trust me, okay?”

Cas gave a sheepish nod before allowing himself to be pulled towards the exit, “What are we gonna do?”

Dean let out a breath as he held the door open, “I have no friggin’ idea.”

“Hey, what took you guys-” Sam’s question died on his lips as he took in the expression on Cas’ face, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Dean came through the door, keeping a guiding hand on Cas’ back as he stood there, eyes not leaving the ground.

“Are you sure?”

Dean held up a hand and shook his head. Sam nodded and shut up, confused eyes not leaving his brother.

Dean rubbed the raven-haired man’s shoulder a bit, “why don’t you go lay down for a while? I’ll come in to check on you in a bit, okay?”

The angel nodded meekly and headed off to his room, eyes not leaving the ground as he passed the younger hunter. Dean starred after him until he heard the door to his bedroom close, then he returned his gaze to his brother.

“Dean, what the hell happened?”

Dean gave his brother a once over, feeling a boulder settle into his stomach, how in the hell am I supposed to tell you?

Sam took a step closer, noticing the look in his brothers’ eye, “are you okay? Did something happen?”

You’d never forgive him…

“Dean?”

“He…” the blonde swallowed thickly, feeling the boulder grow, maybe you don’t have to know all of it, “he killed an angel.”

Sam’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair, “he what? How did… what do you – What happened?”

The elder let out a sigh and made his way to the couch, “I don’t know.”

“What?” he followed his brother, “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean, I don’t know,” he flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes, “I walked in after whatever happened, happened and just saw him standing there.” Over his body.

“He didn’t say anything to you?”

“No, Sam, he just stood there looking guilty as hell.”

The younger brother – thankfully – went quiet for a moment. He pulled a stool over to sit in front of the couch, running a hand through his hair. Dean sighed in slight relief, no more questions, please.

“A-are you sure it was an angel?”

Dean held back a snort, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“Well, maybe… Maybe it wasn’t. It could’ve been someone else.”

“It was an angel, Sammy,” Dean ran a hand down his face, leave it alone, Sam.

“How do you know?”

“Just…” He got up, how the hell am I supposed to tell you? “trust me, I know what a dead angel looks like.”

“It could’ve just been a vessel, or maybe-”

“It was one we knew! Alright?” Dean blinked as the words left his mouth, eyes going wide, shit-shit-shit-shit.

“One we knew?” Sams’ eyebrows knit together, “Who was it?”

“Sam…”

“Dean.”

The blonde rubbed a hand at the back of his neck in nervousness, swallowing thickly, forgive me.

Sam let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, “Fine, if you won’t tell me who… can you at least tell me why?”

“All he said was that he had to do it.”

“I just…,” Sams’ eyes focused on the hall where Cas disappeared, “I can’t believe he killed an angel and wouldn’t tell us what happened.”

“Yeah, well, he probably,” Dean got up, “he probably just doesn’t know how to explain it. We both know what it’s like to kill someone we didn’t want. It’s messy.” He watched the gears in his brothers’ head turning, don’t over think it. “I should go check on him.”

Sam nodded, still clearly distracted trying to work out what happened, “Yeah, okay.”

Dean eyed his brother, “Maybe you outta head home?”

Sam blinked, coming out of whatever scenario he was imagining and finally looked at his brother, “What?”

“Look man, I’m not gonna lie, you look like shit,” at the snort he continued, “That hunt wiped both of us out. I was just gonna crash anyway, no point in you sticking around if we’re both sleeping.” Please, take the hint and leave.

Sam stood, stretching his back out a bit and stifling a yawn, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He checked his watch, eyes widening, “2:30am? Gabriels’ gotta be worried sick.” Sam started toward the front door, turning around in the doorway, “You’re sure you won’t need me?”

Dean nodded, leaning against the door, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t wanna take care of two babies tonight.”

Sam chuckled and nodded, “Alright, fine. Night.”

“Night,” the blonde closed the door, leaning against it while he breathed out a sigh, shit. He slid down the door, resting his head against it, I’m sorry, Sammy.

“Dean?”

His head whipped up in the direction of the bedroom, “Y-yeah, Cas,” he cleared his throat, “I’ll be right there.”

He got up and headed for the hall, scrubbing a hand down his face as he switched gears, he’ll piece it together when he gets home.


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Room 739

Based on Tumblr post, ‘I’m at a hotel and the people in the room next to me started having sex and I timed it and he only lasted 54 seconds and I think they can hear me laughing. UPDATE: They just banged on the wall and it only made me laugh harder b/c you can bang a wall but not your gf?  from Tumblr user Neurochemical

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General Slash (Destiel/Sabriel)

Written: 18.03.27

Finished: 18.05.17

Words: 862


“Dude!” Gabriel jumped up off the couch, cutting off what Cas was saying, pressing his ear to the wall, grin slowly appearing on his face, “guess who’s back from their date?”

“Ew, Gabe,” Sam pulled a face and waved a dismissive hand at him, “Can’t we get back to playing?”

“C’mon Sammich, we’ve been playing poker for like four hours!” Even half-smushed against a wall, he still managed to whine like a child.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to know how this ends,” Dean winked at his brother before placing his cards on the table, poising his hand at his watch, turning to Gabriel, “Now?”

“Gabriel, Sam’s right. We shouldn’t be-”

“Now!” The brunette cut his brother off, pointing to the eldest Winchester.

They all fell quiet, listening to the intense banging coming from their hotel neighbours. Sam rolled his eyes and got up from the table. This wasn’t what he pictured when Gabriel had invited him on a romantic get away. For one, Dean and Cas came, which, wasn’t completely surprising, Sam just thought he’d get some… alone time with his boyfriend.

But, they had been stuck in the room practically all week – the weather turned as soon as they checked in – apparently a tornado warning had been issued when they were in the sky. The hotel was too paranoid to let the guests try to leave, spewing something about ‘it’s safer in your rooms’, Sam snorted at that, safer in a high-rise?

For such a fancy hotel, there wasn’t all that much to do. Not like any of them had really packed any board games, either – if he knew they would be stuck inside for seven days straight, he would’ve packed something other then a bathing suit.

And condoms. Don’t forget the condoms, Sammich.

He rolled his eyes at the interruption, yes, of course, and those. The giant starred out the sliding glass door, it doesn’t even look that cloudy…

This newest game wasn’t even that good. They discovered early on that they were sharing the wall with newly-weds. Which again, wouldn’t have been so bad, except that they have sex.

A lot.

They couldn’t go more then an hour without doing it. They didn’t even slow down when the tornado warning was issued – the warning actually seemed to make them go at it more frequently. I guess if they think they might die… Gabriel and Dean had concocted the game out of sheer boredom one night – we can hear through the wall anyway, Sammich – they all bet on how long the guy would last. Sam didn’t know what was wrong with him, aside from the obvious, but the banging on the wall – and thus, their sessions – had been getting increasingly shorter. Last session they had was somewhere under five minutes. You’d think if he could only last that long, they wouldn’t be doing it so often – like they’d be running out of steam – not so. They kept going at it with just as much intensity as when they’d started. They should at least take a water break, or, y’know eat something.

Sam came back to the table as the banging stopped, turning to his brother who was grinning like an idiot, “Well?”

Gabriel was practically in his lap, trying to look at the time on the watch.

“Fifty-four seconds.”

There was a moment of silence before the four of them burst into hysterical laughter.

“W-what?” Gabriel was practically on the floor, wiping tears from his eyes, “F-fifty four…?”

Sam looked to the wall, dude…

“…Are you sure you timed it right?”

Dean threw the watch on the table for all to see, almost unable to contain his laughter, “Less then a minute…” he shook his head, “dude, know when to quit.”

A loud banging on the wall made them all stop, heads snapping up to face it.

Hey!”

Sam looked to the group, eyes wide, “he heard us laughing?”

Another bang came through the wall, “What’s so funny over there?”

“He sounds pissed… maybe we should apologize?”

“We’re not gonna apologize, Cas. It’s not our fault he’s bad in bed.”

“H-he can bang the wall,” Gabriels’ lips twitched as he tried to hold back his laughter, “but not his girlfriend?”

The four of them erupted into another laughing fit, the continued banging on the wall only making them laugh harder.

“Don’t make me come over there!”

Gabriels’ face was red, tears streaming down his face, “O-oh yeah, we’re so scared Mr. Fifty-Four Seconds!”

“That’s it!”

They heard one final slam on the wall before it went quiet.

Sam swallowed thickly, “You guys don’t think that he’d actually-”

A bang on the door was all the answer he needed. The four of them starred at it, eyes wide.

“What the hell do we do now?”

“What do you mean ‘what do we do now’? It’s not like we gotta let him in.”

“We can’t just leave him out there pounding on the door.”

Gabriel shot up out of his seat, eyes sparkling, practically tip-toeing to the door, putting the chain on.

“What’re you…?”

He made his way back to the table with a smirk, “He could use the practice.”


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April Fool’s

Written: 18.03.30

Written as a Weekend Challenge for the SPN Amino app.

Sabriel

May be a longer continuation fic in the future


“Gabriel!”

Sam wiped the sticky substance from his eyes, what the hell is this? Honey? He sniffed his hand and pulled a face, nearly vomiting, definitely not honey. He made his way over to the bathroom, jumping nearly a foot in the air at the sound of a cherry bomb going off. What in the…? In the same instant, feathers fell from the doorway, sticking to his body. For the love of God! Sam huffed in frustration, walking over to the shower, this stuff better wash off. As he was stepping into the shower, he heard the front door open.

Abandoning his shower, he all but ran down the stairs, I’m going to kill you.

“I’m back! The store closed early so I didn’t get as much candy as I originally wanted but I think it’s-”

Gabriel cut himself off as the giant came into eyesight, eyes grazing over the feather-y figure standing before him, corners of his lips twitching up into a smile, “What, uh, what happened?”

Sam crossed his arms over his feathered chest, raising an eyebrow, “What? You don’t recognize your own handiwork?”

The angel-turned-Tricksters’ eyebrows shot up, “You think this was me?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Oh c’mon, don’t bother with the innocent act – who else would it have been?”

Gabriel smirked at the giant, taking a few steps closer, “I’ll admit, this,” he plucked a feather from his shoulder, “is pretty funny…”

“But…?”

But do you really think I’d do this to you?”

Sam eyed him for a moment, weighing the look on his face against previous pranks, he seems genuine… but why would he be so upset I’m covered in feathers? I thought this would be right up his alley.

“I’m upset,” he actually frowned up at the brunette, plucking more feathers from his body, “because look at this! It’s gonna be a bitch to wash off. I’d never do something so mean.”

“Pfft, come on-”

“I’m serious!” The angels’ brows furrowed with concern, “I’d never put your health at risk. Getting covered in this stuff,” he sniffed his fingers, pulling the same disgusted face Sam had, “has got to be bad for your health. I don’t even know what this is.

Sam felt a chill run down his spine, maybe it really wasn’t him… “But… who else would prank me? Who else could’ve got in here to set it up?”

Gabriel shrugged, “Maybe it was your brother.”

Dean? Sam was more then a little skeptical at that, “Why would he prank me?”

Gabriel shrugged again, picking up the bags of candy, pushing passed the giant to get to the kitchen, “Sammich,” he turned to wink at him after he made it in to the doorway, “all I know is you’re getting your prank from me later tonight.”


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Baby Please Come Home

Started: 17.11.30

Finished: 17.12.08

Destiel

X-Mas fic (Based on the Josh Ramsay cover of this song)


“You’re not still sulking, are you?”

“No,” the blonde sighed, his breath leaving fog on the window.

Mary eyed her son carefully, resting the box of decorations against her hip. She’d never seen him this broken-hearted over a boy. Hell, she’d never seen him this emotional over anyone, with the exception of his brother. And even that was only the one time, when Sam jumped off the shed and broke his arm.

“Good,” she moved from the doorway, placing the box down next to the one her youngest was half buried in, “then come help decorate the tree.”

Dean let out another sigh, taking one last look up and down the street before slowly sliding out of the chair and padding over to the tree in the opposite corner.

“C’mon Dean! Don’t you want to help decorate?” Sam looked up from the box he was half falling into, felt-snow stuck in his hair.

Dean chuckled, eyes crinkling at the sides with the smile, “That looks pretty good Sammy, maybe we should put you on top of the tree this year.”

“Pfft, you can’t lift me that high,” Sam shook the snow out of his hair before balling it up to throw at his brother.

“Wanna bet?”

Both boys looked to Mary, Dean’s eyes excited at the presented challenge, Sams’ showing just the slightest bit of fear.

She chuckled, before heading toward the kitchen, “I have to check the cookies.”

“… That was totally a yes.”

 

 

Dean swiped a thumb across the raven-haired mans cheek, sad smile on his face,

“I know, I know. But it’ll only be for a couple weeks, right?”

Cas sniffed and nodded, “I-I think so.”

“There, see?” he shifted his position on the bed, wrapping the shorter man up in his arms, “We can see each other when you get back. Don’t worry.”

Cas sighed, resting his head against the blondes’ chest, working to get his breathing under control. Dean closed his eyes, wanting to commit the feeling to memory – he’d definitely need it once he was gone. He inhaled deeply, before placing a kiss to the top of his head, this is gonna be harder than I thought… how am I gonna sleep without him next to me?

It hadn’t really been that long – at least according to his calendar – but he felt a connection to the younger man, he couldn’t quite explain it but it was like they were supposed to be together. From that first time he saw the kid smile, he knew, somehow that they’d end up together. Whoa, he shook his head slightly, enough of the girly shit. He’s not even gone yet and I’m already thinking like that?

He tightened his grip around the man, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head as he felt his breath even out, this is gonna be a long two weeks.

 

 

Where is he?, Dean angrily checked his cell for the millionth time, he’s supposed to be back today. His eyes flicked up to the calendar, day circled in red – he’d been eagerly crossing the days off until Cas’ return, but he had yet to get any kind of confirmation that he was back. No missed call, text, e-mail – he even checked the mailbox just in case he sent a real letter. There was nothing.

Dean was not happy.

He cried out in frustration, pounding a fist down on his desk, where the hell are you? He got up and paced the length of his room, combing through his memory, I’m sure he said he’d be back today… maybe I got the day wrong? He hopped up on his bed, checking his window again, gripping the sill with white knuckles, c’mon Cas…

“Dean! Dinner!”

“Okay!” he climbed down from his bed, before snatching his phone off his desk, subconsciously saddened when he checked it again to see no new notifications.

Where are you?

 

 

“Why’re you being such a chick?”

“Sam!” Mary whacked the back of his head, “Don’t make fun of your brother.”

Sam frowned but mumbled a sorry, before grabbing a sparkler out of her hand, “how long has he been gone now, anyway?”

“Tomorrow will be six weeks,” the blonde unenthusiastically took the other, twirling it absently, eyes creeping back to the window.

“Why don’t you call him?” Mary led the trio out the sliding back door to the deck, taking the lighter out of her pocket, “See what’s going on?”

Dean sighed, leaning against the railing, “I can’t… his voicemail is full and it doesn’t even ring anymore,” he began picking at the end of the sparkler, eyes on the ground, “He must’ve turned it off or something.”

“Maybe he died.”

“Sam!”

It. I meant maybe it died.”

Mary shot a look to her youngest before wrapping an arm around Deans’ shoulders, “I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon, just give it time.”

“That’s all I’ve been giving him…”

“Can you at least pretend to have a good time tonight?” she dug the lighter out of her pocket, “I don’t want you to start the New Year being sad.”

“Yeah…,” the blonde starred blankly at the flame, shoulders slouching with the weight of missing his other half.

There was a moment of silence as Mary crossed to light Sams’, noting his eyes didn’t leave his brother. He was watching him as he half-heartedly drew in the air with his sparkler, studying him. She’d seen that look on her youngests’ face a thousand times – usually it was reserved for working out a particularly difficult math problem – he was calculating his next move. What are you planning?

“Don’t worry, Mom, I got this,” he whispered with a smile.

She furrowed her brow in confusion as Sam began twirling his sparkler around, inching himself closer and closer to his brother until their sparklers’ crashed together, sending a huge spray of sparks through the air.

“Watch it, Dean,” he elbowed him, “I don’t want to have to explain why you have no eyebrows once school’s back.”

Dean tore his eyes away from his sparkler to look at the youngest, quirking an eyebrow, “Oh c’mon, as if I’d let you. If anything you’d be the one missing eyebrows.”

“Who says I need you to let me?” Sam elbowed him again, waving his sparkler dangerously close to his brothers’ face.

Mary took a step forward, he wouldn’t actually-

“Let you? Oh please, I could burn yours off way before you ever got close enough to mine.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Sam held his sparkler out in front of him like a sword, “If you can reach them, I’ll let you.”

Dean’s face lit up with a smile, poising his in the same fashion, “You’re on.”

Mary sighed in relief and watched as they began their duel. Somehow, her youngest was always able to brighten Dean’s day, no matter what had happened. Even after John died, and Dean had shut himself down – his grades started slipping, he’d stopped eating, barely spoke to anyone, woke up in the middle of the night screaming – all Sam had to do was jump on his head – literally. He’d tackled him to the ground, wrestling around in the backyard until the blonde eventually broke down in tears. After that? He went back to normal. She had no idea how he always managed to know, but she was forever grateful her boys’ were able to lean on each other.

“Hey, Mom! He’s cheating!” Sams’ cries broke her out of her thoughts.

She chuckled as she saw Dean had wrestled him to the ground, sitting on his chest. Dean laughed, raising a fist in triumph. Mary closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the sound of his laugh. It had been too long since she last heard it. She breathed out a relaxed sigh, leaning herself against the wall to the house as she looked over her two boys – Dean’s posture had straightened, shoulders puffed up with pride – no longer weighed down with worry or sadness. As if he’s forgot about Cas… at least for the moment. Sam turned his face to the side, out of view from his brother – who was currently victory crying into the night sky – pout giving way to a small smile and a wink.

Thank-you, Sammy.


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(So Much For) My Happy Ending

Written: 17.07.20

Wincest


“How could you do this to me? To us? What the hell were you thinking,” Sam stopped pacing the living room floor and took a swing at the wall.

Fuck, he left a hole in the drywall and was pretty sure he at least sprained his hand, that’s just what we need, one more thing to try to fix.

“Who said I was thinking?”

He rolled his eyes and started pacing again, “Oh yeah, Dean that’s great. Joke about it.”

“Well what else do you expect me to do?” the blonde crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know, you apparently do what you want, so…”

“I’ve already told you I’m sorry! I have yelled it through the front door all night until I was blue in the face! What else am I supposed to do here? You gotta-”

“No, Dean,” Sam’s voice was hard, the tone he used when he was finishing something he didn’t want to talk about, “I don’t gotta do anything. I have every right to be angry with you,” he began to walk away, to the kitchen, up the stairs, Pluto–it didn’t matter–he just needed to leave before he said something he’d regret.

“It’s not like this is easy for me either.”

“Oh no,” Sam spun around, eyebrow arched and strode over to the shorter man, huffing in anger, “well I’m so sorry that your cheating is an inconvenience.”

“It’s not like that, I told you,” Dean’s eyes searched his lover’s face, not finding anything but anger.

Sam snorted and turned back away again, running his hands through his hair, “Then please, tell me. What was it like?”

Dean dropped his gaze to the floor, searching for the right words, keeping his voice low, “I didn’t mean to do it.”

“What? I’m sorry can you speak up?”

“I didn’t mean to do it, okay,” he raised his eyes to hold the death stare he felt drilling into his soul, “I didn’t! I just…” he knew there was no way he could possibly finish that sentence in a way that would make his brother calm down.

Sam balled his hands into fists again, “Just what? You just slipped and fell into his ass dick first?”

The blonde opened his mouth to speak, but wasn’t sure what to say. He willed the tears that were threatening to spill over not to. Don’t be such a wuss, c’mon! Man the fuck up!

Sam swallowed thickly and nodded his head, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Damn it! “Sammy, I’d never just throw all this away for some random hook-up,” he took a shaky breath and softened his voice, “After everything we’ve been through? All the dirty looks we used to get? Getting kicked out,” he took a few steps toward him, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his lover, “Having to change states just so that we were far enough away from the hate? Far enough where we could finally feel safe again? Do you really think I could just forget all that?”

Sam stayed quiet for a moment, clearly processing what his brother had just said. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he did so. “How many times?”

Dean took a step back in surprise, brow furrowing at the question, “How many times what?”

“How many times did you… see him?”

“Sam-”

“How many times did you have sex with him?”

Sam started pacing again, feeling too much to keep his body still.

“I,” the pleading eyes that his brother turned on him broke his heart, “I didn’t.”

Sam looked away and blinked back his tears, “Oh, don’t try to deny it, Dean. I caught you in bed with him!”

Dean winced at the memory and hung his head, “No, Sam–I didn’t… we never just had sex. We…,” God this is gonna make me sound like such a chick, “we made love.”

“You made love?” Sam stopped dead in his tracks and laughed dryly, “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized we were living in a rom-com.”

“No, Sammy,” the blonde huffed as he ran a hand through his hair, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Dean?”

“That’s just… when we,” he took a huge breath and turned cautious eyes onto his brothers’ face, “when you caught us… we – we weren’t just doing it – we have a connection. I feel… connected to him. Like he sees me for me.”

The shock on Sam’s face was enough to shatter his heart, “And I don’t? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Dean ran a shaking hand through his hair, how the fuck am I supposed to fix this? “Of course you do.”

“Okay,” the brunette placed a hand on his hip, “what the hell is it like then, Dean?”

“I love him, okay?” And now I’m crying… Great.

“You love him? You love him?”

Shit, Dean closed his eyes and failed at calming himself, “Look, we both know that this,” he opened his eyes and took a cautious step forward, “us, being together… it’s not right.”

Sam backed away, shaking his head, “Not right for who?”

Dean blinked, “What?”

“Us being together isn’t right for who, exactly? We got dirty looks from everyone in town, got hate mail, people started spray painting our garage, we quit our jobs, we moved three fucking states away from our home, friends and family, we got disowned by our family, we did all of this – I did all of this – because you asked me to. Because you told me it would be okay. That we’d figure it out.”

“I thought we could, Sammy, we did for years! I didn’t meet him right away,” ignoring the snort he continued, “what we had, was real. I care about you the most in the world, but I… I can’t get over the fact that I’m always gonna be watching out for you.”

Sam gave him an incredulous look, “What does that have to do with anything? I watch out for you too.”

“No, it’s different,” he took a deep breath and steeled himself against the anger he knew was coming, “I’ve always been looking out for my little brother – for you ­– and I can’t… I can’t separate that from being with you. I think, that maybe,” he closed his eyes and licked his lips, please, God, forgive me, “I think that I might’ve confused protecting you for a different kind of love. You can try to understand that, can’t you?”

“Y-yeah.”

Dean opened his eyes and looked at his brother, “Really?”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, ‘course.”

“Oh, great,” he breathed a sigh of relief, “I was worried you wou– wait, where are you going?”

Sam had made his way over to the front door, “Since you’re so sickened by the sight of me, I might as well leave.”

“Wha-? Sam,” Dean rushed over to the door, placing a hand on his arm “I never said I was sickened by you.”

“I’ll send someone to get my stuff later.”

The icy statement made Dean physically recoil, “Sammy, c’mon. You can’t just-”

“Thanks for letting me know I wasted the past three years of my life.”


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Caught Up In The Moment

Written: 17.07.20

Gen. SamxJess


“Mom, can you please stop crying?” Jess threw the last box into her trunk, “I’m only gonna be half an hour away.”

“I can’t help it,” her mom sniffed, “my little girl’s going to be out there all on her own!”

“She won’t be on her own Margaret, she’ll have a roommate. Right, Jess?”

“Right,” she smiled at her mom, “I’ll be in a house full of other girls, there’ll probably be hundreds.”

“B-but what if-”

“I’ll be careful,” she placed a hand on her arm, “I promise.”

“You should get going, Sweetie, don’t want you to be late,” her dad wrapped an arm around his wife.

Jess checked her watch and nodded, “Good idea, it’ll take me the better part of the day to get all this stuff unpacked,” she wrapped her arms around both her parents, “I’ll call you guys as soon as I’m settled, okay?”

Although looking like she’d rather have her daughter be late, her mom nodded and kissed her cheek, watching with fresh tears as Jess climbed into the car. She waved to her parents as she backed out of the driveway.

“Be careful!”

Jess smiled as she turned out onto the road, “Always!”

 

 

Wow, she pulled into the Stanford parking lot and gazed up at the building, this place is way bigger than it looked on the website. She hoped out of the car and couldn’t help letting her jaw fall open as she took in the campus.

“It’s pretty big, eh?”

The voice from behind her made her jump. She spun around and saw a tall brunette man smiling down at her.

“Not as big as you. Where’re you from? Texas?”

The stranger laughed and she couldn’t help feeling butterflies at the sound, “No, not Texas. That’s a good one, though.”

“Pfft, yeah, right.”

“No, really, that was good.”

She waved a hand dismissively, “I’m sure you get that all the time.”

He gave her a once over with a half-smile and shook his head, “I haven’t, actually.”

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, Texas but I’ve gotta start unpacking and call my parents before my mom has a heart attack,” she walked around to the trunk of her car.

“Maybe I could help? I mean,” he shifted his weight nervously and darted his eyes away from her, “if you want me to come up to your room, or if that’d be… I mean, shit I- maybe I better just go.”

He turned to leave as she stood there in awe, how could someone that adorable be that nervous?

She bit her lip before closing her eyes, “Wait.”

He turned back, visibly fighting a smile, “I’m having a couple friends over later, if you want to come by.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. What time?”

“Around eight?”

He gave her a smile, “Great, I’ll be there.”

“Great,” she watched him walk away for a few minutes before pulling out her phone, “Hey, do you wanna come over later?”

 

 

“All I’m saying is that I was promised free pizza,” Brady held up his hands as he took a seat on the couch.

Jess flicked her eyes up to him from the mirror she was doing her makeup in, “And I told you you’ll get it later. We can’t have everyone show up and have a half eaten pizza sitting out.”

“Wait, what do you mean everyone? I thought it was just us.”

Jess put her makeup away and went to sit on the arm of the couch, “There might be one more coming.”

Chris and Brady shared a look before turning back to the blonde, “Who?”

“The tall mystery guy she met when she pulled up,” Molly chimed in from the other side of the room.

“Does this mystery guy have a name?”

Jess felt her cheeks heat up and she glanced at the floor, “Yes.”

After a moment of silence, she chanced a glance back up at them, and they were all starring at her, like she predicted, “What?”

Molly made her way over to the rest of them and plopped herself down on the other arm, “What’s his name?”

“I… don’t know,” at the confused look she continued, “I met him like five seconds after I pulled up, he offered to help me unpack, so I told him to come by. Names didn’t come up.”

Chris laughed, “Names didn’t come up? Isn’t one of the first sentences you say after meeting someone, ‘hi, I’m blank, what’s your name?’

“Apparently not,” Jess got up off the arm and made her way over to one of the boxes stacked in the kitchen, “Break time’s over.”

 

 

“I hate to say it Jess, but it’s been over an hour. I don’t think he’s coming.”

“Eat your pizza,” she was pacing in front of the door, chewing her bottom lip, he seemed so nice. Why would he stand me up?

“Jess, come eat with us,” Molly patted the spot next to her on the floor, “you’re gonna chew your whole lip off if you keep pacing.”

She checked her watch again before reluctantly going to sit with her friends.

They all clapped as she sat down, “Oh, haha, very funny,” she grabbed for the pizza box and hit play on the movie that was waiting, “let’s get this started.”



 

 

“She didn’t give you any information?”

Sam huffed at his phone, “Don’t you think if she told me anything that I’d be at her place instead of calling you?”

“Okay, okay, geez, no need to get snarky. Do you remember where she was parked? If she was just moving in, she’d probably be close to the building.”

The brunette ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know man, she was parked outside the main office. What am I gonna do, Brady? She’s gonna think I flaked on her.”

“Calm down, just explain the next time you see her.”

“I might never see her again,” he started heading back toward his dorm, “Do you know how many blondes go here?”

“Sorry man, but I gotta go. A friend promised me free pizza for helping them move, and I’d actually like to get to eat some of it this time.”

Sam sighed and ran his free hand through his hair, “Yeah, alright. Have fun.”

“Thanks man, and good luck.”

 

 

“Hey,” Sam turned and saw Brady jogging toward him, “so… how’d it go last night? You find her?”

“No,” he kicked a pebble, “it’s impossible, man. There’s too many students, I’ll never be able to find her.”

“Cheery up, Sammy. It’s not like you slept with her or anything.”

“Dude,” he whacked the shorter man in the arm.

“What? That’s a much more crucial emergency to find a chick. Especially if you were both drunk and-”

“I’m not listening to this,” Sam put his fingers in his ears.

“I’m just saying,” Brady shrugged, “you wanna get coffee?”

“Yeah, alright.”

They started toward the coffee cart on the other side of the grass.

“So,” Sam sighed, “how was your night?”

“It was good. We were just chilling and watching a movie. Molly’s friend was bugging out about some dude, you know, nothing new.”

Sam chuckled and shook his head, “I’m sure she wasn’t that bad.”

“Dude, she delayed eating and the movie for an hour for this random dude she had a five minute conversation with. She didn’t even know his name.”

“That’s not that weird.”

Brady shook his head, “I just hate seeing her like that. She’s only been here a day and she’s already getting played by college douche bags. This was supposed to be her fresh start..”

“I hear that,” they stepped into line at the coffee cart, Sam checked his watch, “why is it only ever busy when I need to be somewhere?”

“See? Even the place itself is telling you to lighten up on studying. I think you can afford to lose the first ten minutes of your day-long study session.”

“This is important, I have to make sure I know the material so I don’t get behind.”

“Why are you always so worried? Seriously, it can’t be healthy.”

“I just need to know I know what I’m doing.”

“Dude, when you start reciting laws in your sleep, I think you know what you’re doing.”

“Texas?”

Sam turned around, confused, before spotting the blonde and a black-haired girl standing behind him, “Hey! I’m sorry about la -”

“Wait, Brady?”

“Jess?”

Sam looked between the two for minute, “Wait, you two know each other?”

Brady gave him a confused look, “Yeah, this is Molly’s friend. How do you two know each other?”

“He’s the guy I was telling you about last night,” she lightly hit him on the arm, “You could’ve told me you knew who he was!”

“Wha-? You said he was tall.”

“He is tall!”

Brady looked back to the brunette and shrugged, “He’s not that tall.”

“Yeah, to you,” Jess rolled her eyes, “You’re like six-feet,” she turned back to Sam, “so, uhm, did you get busy or something last night?”

“What?” Sam blinked, “No. You forgot to tell me where to meet you. And I didn’t know your name,” he turned to Brady, “Why didn’t you tell me who she was, again?”

Brady held up his hands in mock surrender, “I didn’t know you two were looking for each other. That would’ve made last night a hell of a lot easier though.”

“So,” Sam bumped his arm, “introduce us.”

Brady shook his head, “Jess, this is Sam. Sam, this is Jess.”

She smiled at him and stuck out her hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Sam.”

“You too.”

Sam’s watch started beeping, he dropped her hand and turned it off, “Sorry. I gotta run right now, but can we hang out later?”

Jess nodded, “Yeah, sure,” she turned to Brady, “Give him my number?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye,” she watched him go again, not bothering to hide her smile.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

She turned around to face the barista, “Oh, sorry. Can I just get a small black?”

The barista nodded and she stepped to the side of the line, Brady following suite.

“So,” he turned to face Jess, “do I want to know why you call him Texas?”


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Injuries and Winchesters

Written: 14.07.01

Gen. Sick!fic, xReader


“Hey, where are you?” You hear one of the boys yell from the front door.

“I’m on the couch!” You yell back, punctuating it with a cough.

You hear some shuffling around and the scrape of him taking his boots off before you see a head poke in the doorway. Well, more like a mop of hair popped itself into the doorway.

Guess that means I know whose back. You thought, coughing again as you chuckled.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” Sam asked, stepping into the room to come sit beside you on the couch.

“I’m really good, actually.” You lied, with fake enthusiasm.

He nodded and hugged you, almost cutting your limited air supply off.

“You don’t have to be strong, for us. I know it must be a bitch.” Sam said, holding you out by the shoulders, studying your face.

“No, really, I’m feeling better.” You stated, trying to look at him with your ‘I’m not lying’ face.

“How could you call her a bitch?” Dean exclaimed, walking into the room, looking at his brother with a smirk.

“I didn’t!” Sam exclaimed, eyes going wide under his hair.

“I believe that Dean is what is commonly referred to as ‘teasing’ you, Sam.” Cas stated, popping into the room right behind Dean.

“Damn it Cas!” Dean swore, jumping slightly.

“I apologize Dean, it’s hard for me to gage how close to others I will be when popping into a room that is so…small.” Cas explained, looking around the tiny space, as if in wonder.

Dean glared at the angel before walking over to sit on the arm of the couch that your head wasn’t on. Sam was looking at Cas like he still hadn’t gotten used to the angel randomly popping in on them (which made you laugh because it had only been seven years). You moved to push yourself up on the couch, so you weren’t taking up all the space, when Sam put his hand on your chest, pushing you back down slightly.

“You shouldn’t try to move yet, you’re still in a lot of pain.” He explained, gently taking his hand off you when he’d noticed Dean’s eyebrow’s shoot up.

“No I’m not.” You protested, but allowed yourself to be pushed back down anyway.

“Cas, can’t you just angel mojo it away or something?” Dean asked, clearly not liking that you were injured for so long.

“Dean, we’ve already been over this, I can’t heal this type of wound. If I were to intervene it would possibly make it worse.” Cas explained, taking a couple steps closer to you.

“Wait, when did you go over this? And why haven’t I heard about it?” You asked, looking between the boys around you.

Sam looked down in guilt, Dean looked away, starring at the off T.V like it was the most interesting thing on the planet, and Cas just tilted his head in confusion, being the only one who didn’t take his eyes off you.

“You didn’t explain the complications?” He questioned, eyes flicking up to Dean.

“No, they didn’t. I was told you were too busy with the war and being hunted to have time to pop by.” You informed the angel through gritted teeth, sitting up against the arm of the chair, none of the boys noticing.

“Dean, why would you keep something as important as that from someone?” Cas asked, still seriously confused.

“Yeah Dean, why would you keep that from me?” You questioned, glaring at the hunter.

“It’s not just my fault – Sam could’ve said something about it too!” Dean defended, looking up to the angel with daggers.

“Hey!” Sam cried, looking up to his brother in shock.

“Don’t give me that, you know you could’ve and you didn’t, so I shouldn’t be getting all the blame for this.” Dean stated, standing up.

“At least I only found out this morning!” Sam yelled back, also standing.

“Were you going to tell me Sam?” You asked, curling yourself slightly closer to the back of the couch – sometimes you forgot how giant those boys were until they got angry.

“You did not! I saw you talking to Cas a week ago!” Dean accused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sam’s face suddenly drained and he took a step away from his brother. He momentarily turned to flick his eyes over to the aforementioned angel before looking back at his brother and swallowing thickly.

“Y-you saw us talking or you heard us talking?” Sam stuttered, voice losing it’s menacing tone, making him sound like a frightened kid.

“What’s the difference?” Dean asked confused, his anger disappearing as well.

“Uh – nothing.” Sam replied quickly, eyes shifting down to look at the floor.

“Sam?” Dean questioned, eyes narrowing.

Sam turned his back to his brother, which you assumed meant he was heading toward the door to leave the room, when the angel popped up in front of him. Sam jumped back slightly surprised at the sudden occupied space in front of him.

“Sam, I think it’s time to tell them.” Cas informed, his gravely voice making it almost unnecessary for him to attempt to whisper.



You turned yourself around slightly, resting your arms on the back of the couch so you could continue to watch the action before you, regardless of the sharp pull from your injury.

One thing that continued to surprise you was that even though you’d been with the trio for a fair amount of time, mostly everything they did seemed like it was being done in a movie-esque way, as if begging for someone to swoop in and capture it on film.

“Yeah Sam, I think it’s time you tell me.” Dean piped up, his angry stare back now that he knew his brother had been keeping something from him.

Sam’s head went down and even though you couldn’t see, you just knew he’d closed his eyes. Cas dipped his head, as if wanting to get the hunter to look at him before placing a hand on his shoulder and his face softened immensely, conveying the most emotion you’d ever seen from the angel. Sam lifted his head up to meet the angel’s eyes and they seemed to be having a conversation in their heads before the hunter nodded reluctantly and turned back to face you and his brother.

Cas dropped his hand off Sam’s shoulder but let it dangle dangerously close to his hand, their fingers just barely brushing against each other.

“Sam, what have you been keeping from me?” Dean demanded, clearly getting sick of the wait.

“It’s really not that big of a-”

“Just tell me damn it!” Dean yelled, stomping closer to his brother, looking ready to punch him.

Suddenly, Cas was between the two brothers, oddly enough protecting Sam from the one person who was sworn to protect him. You looked between the boys, not sure if you should try and intervene or not, although considering that was how you  got injured in the first place, you were leaning more toward not bothering to step in. You gasped in pain and doubled over slightly, clutching at your side as you felt new, cool waves of liquid start to seep out of it.

“Dean,-” Sam was cut off by your gasp of pain.

You doubled over slightly, clutching at your side as you felt new, cool waves of liquid start to seep out of it, gritting your teeth, still trying to not show them how injured you actually were.

“Damn it!” Dean swore, running out of the room, hopefully to grab the first aid kit.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re gonna be fine.” Sam muttered, suddenly taking up the space in front of you, one of his giant hands on your shoulders.

All you could do was nod back in response, and try to keep the tears from falling down your face. Cas was suddenly beside Sam, his one hand on your other shoulder, the only way he’d figured out how to comfort a person. You pressed your hands harder into your side, and gave the boys a weak smile.

Dean strode back into the room, holding a few towels and the first aid kit. He glared at his brother, getting Sam to move, however slightly.

“Sammy, I’m gonna need more room than that if I’m gonna patch it up.” Dean ground out, obviously impatient.

“Why don’t I stitch it back up?” Sam offered, holding his hands out to receive the items.

“Damn it Sam! We don’t have time for this!” Dean exclaimed, throwing the items down before stomping back out of the room.

“I will go make sure he doesn’t do anything he’ll regret.” Cas stated before disappearing, leaving you alone with the youngest.

“I’m gonna need to move your hands away so I can get a good look at it, okay?” Sam asked, looking at you cautiously.

“Of course.” You replied, taking your hands away slowly, trying to hide your wince.

You absolutely hated how he was still the only one walking on eggshells around you, it wasn’t even his fault and yet he felt guilty. If any of them should be feeling guilty, it should’ve been the eldest, not the one who’d patched it up in the first place.

He pulled your shirt up slowly, watching your face for any signs of additional pain, which you had to admit was starting to piss you off – he should know by now that you weren’t a freakin’ china doll! You could take a hit – from Dean no less and not be reduced to a pile of tears, they needed more faith in you than they did.

“Sam, I’m fine. Just stitch it up so Dean can come back.” You stated, with a small smile.

“You want Dean to come back? Last I checked you liked it better when he wasn’t around.” Sam stated, raising an eyebrow as he set to work, wiping away the blood with one of the towels.

“Well, I’d rather have him in here than trashing some place else.” You reasoned, watching his hands to avoid looking at his face.

You knew that instead of what you’d actually said, he’d heard, ‘I’d rather have him take it out on me then something that doesn’t deserve it.’ Which bugged the hell out of you – you had gotten way to close to these boys.

“You know Cas and I wouldn’t let that happen.” He replied, eyes flicking up to your face.

“Speaking of you and Cas, were you actually going to tell him?” You asked, hoping to change the subject.

Sam let out a small laugh at that as he put the towel down and shook his head, picking up the needle.

“I was thinking about it, but Cas doesn’t want to tell him, he knew how pissed he’d be. So no, we’re not gonna tell him yet.” Sam answered, beginning to stitch your wound up.

“Of course he’s gonna be pissed but the longer you wait to tell him, the more pissed he’ll be. I’d say to get it over with and bear the enraged monster now.” You stated, with a small smile.

“I’m an enraged monster now, am I?” Dean asked, walking back into the room.

You looked up to him, still smiling as you pretended to give him a once over, before nodding, earning you a pillow to the head.

“Hey! I’m not done stitching yet!” Sam cried with a laugh, throwing the pillow back to his brother.

“Well hurry it up, Bitch. We got stuff to do.” Dean replied, his smirk returning.

Sam just shook his head and went back to stitching you up. You looked at his face, trying to gauge if he would reply but it became evident he wouldn’t.

“Jerk.”

Sam’s head shot up and Dean’s eyes widened as they both looked at you, jaws agape.

“What? Sam wasn’t going to say because he was busy, so I figured I’d fill in.” You shrugged, smiling at their matching expressions.

The brother’s looked to each other, expressions staying the same before looking back to you again. You started laughing at their faces – for men who claimed to only deliver bad news, they sure knew how to make someone laugh.

“What kind of stuff do we have to do?” Sam asked, slowly pulling your shirt back down and putting the needle away.

“We gotta talk about how long you’ve been dating a certain angel.” Dean deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sam looked up to his brother again, trying to see if he was serious or not.

“I haven’t been dating an angel Dean. Who told you that?” Sam asked, standing up and moving away to throw the bloody towels away.

“Doesn’t matter who told me. What matters is I know.” Dean stated.

“What does Dean know?” Cas asked, almost falling over the arm of couch as he popped in.

“Dean says someone told him I’ve been dating an angel.” Sam explained, throwing the towels away before walking back to sit on the coffee table.

“Did he say who?” Cas asked again, looking to the mentioned Winchester.

“Doesn’t matter who told me, what matters is I know.” Dean repeated, looking to the angel.

“Should this not wait until one of us isn’t seriously injured?” Cas suggested, taking a few steps so he was standing in front of you.

“I’m fine.” You replied automatically.

Cas gave you an ‘oh please’ look that would’ve been comical if not for the growing tension in the room.

“Cas is right, we can sort this out after we take of this.” Sam nodded, putting a hand on your knee.

Dean looked at the three of you before sighing and visibly deflating, nodding as he gave in.

“Fine, but I’m so kicking your ass after.”

“Deal.”


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