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Spread Your Wings (And Fly)

Written: 20.06.02-20.06.05

Words: 3,071

Destiel, Teen!Chesters


“Hey.”

Shit, Cas jumped at the voice, and felt his cheeks heat up as he looked up at the school’s notorious bad boy, “D-Dean, hey.”

The blond leaned himself against the lockers’, getting a little too close to the shorter teen, “Did you happen to get the homework for Ms. Abrahms’ class?”

The raven-haired teen blinked at him a moment in surprise, he wants to borrow my homework? “Uhm,” he shifted his weight nervously, placing the text book he was holding down into his open locker, “I-I’m not actually in Ms. Abrahms’ class…”

“Oh,” now it was Deans’ turn to look embarrassed, “R-really?”

Cas shrugged, “Well, if I am, I’ve missed a hell of a lot of classes.”

Dean let out a hearty chuckle at this – much to the raven-haired teens’ surprise – before turning his crinkled eyes back to him, chuckles fading into a smile, “Thanks, C, I needed that.”

C? Cas felt his face heat up again, did he just give me a nickname?

Dean nodded his head once, before turning to leave, “Alright, well-”

“Gabriel!”

The blonde turned, brows creasing in confusion, “… What?”

“Uhm…” the raven haired teen blinked, mentally kicking himself for blurting out the first thing that came to his mind. Are you actively trying to remain an outcast? He shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other, “M-my brother, his name is Gabriel.”

“…Okay….”

Great, now he thinks I’m even weirder than they say…  He shook his head at himself, it’s okay… you can fix this. “I… he’s-” He cut himself off, what is wrong with you? And shifted his weight under the blondes’ expectant gaze, lowering his eyes to the floor, “I…I…” pull yourself together!

“… Are you okay?”

Cas snorted, am I okay? How much time do you have?

“What?”

Shit, I said that out loud? He began playing with the sleeves of his shirt, hand brushing against his newest scar, slight pain giving his brain a brief rush of confidence. He let out a nervous chuckle, before turning his gaze back to the blonde, “I’m sorry. I mean, my brother is in her class. I can ask him at lunch if I could borrow it.”

At the continued look, he felt the wave of confidence dissipate, and lowered his eyes back to the floor, “I-I mean, he’s not exactly the best student, and he doesn’t exactly keep the best notes. He’s actually planning on dropping out, so he doesn’t really see the point in keeping good notes, which I guess makes sense, but-” he cut himself off as he flicked his eyes back up, and noted the look on the blondes’ face, “I-I could ask him… if you want.”

The blonde placed a hand on his shoulder, when did he get that close? and gave him a soft smile, “That’d be great. Thanks.”

Cas blinked absently at the blonde, trying to process the kindness. He… he’s not running in the opposite direction? He couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach as their eyes met. Wow… being so close, he was able to see that not only were his eyes green – I could’ve sworn they were brown, – but they also had three different shades of green in them, that appeared to be fighting for dominance in the harsh overhead light. He couldn’t help but stare as he noted the light grey ring around the green, like it’s trying to keep the colour from spilling out. He tilted his head slightly to one side absently, and noted a few flecks of gold scattered within the chaos, as well. Not even his eyes are boring…

The clearing of a throat brought the teen back to the moment, and he felt his cheeks flush red. He immediately closed his mouth, my mouth was open? He definitely thinks I’m a freak, and took a step backward, lowering his eyes, “S-sorry.”

“It’s uh… it’s fine.” At the distressed tone, he flicked his eyes back up to the blonde, I knew it… Dean had paled, looking like he’d just seen a ghost and he started backing away, “I uh… I gotta-” he cut himself off as he walked into the row of lockers, “Shit!” Cas began mentally kicking himself, this is why you don’t talk to people! The usually cool Dean was flustered, falling all over himself as he tried to get away, “I uh… I’ll see you at lunch, I guess.”

Cas sighed heavily as the blonde disappeared behind the corner and brought his head down into his locker, now would be a great time for a sink hole to open…

 

 

Why did I offer to do this? Cas felt his stomach drop into his shoes as he approached his brother, who was sitting on top of the table, surrounded by pretty much the entire football team. I should get a fucking medal for having to endure them…

As he neared, Gabriel looked up, and they locked eyes – Gabriels’ narrowing and his expression immediately turning to barely veiled disgust. At the sudden change in demeanour, the other kids all turned, and nearly all had the same reaction. Whelp, guess I’m still an outcast, Cas snorted to himself, trying to keep the smile off his face.

“What do you want?”

Cas took in a deep breath, doing his best to steel himself for the upcoming conversation, “I need the homework for Ms. Abrahms’ class.”

Gabriel eyed him suspiciously, leaning back on his arm, “You’re not in her class.”

Cas did his best to ignore the snickers that came from his crew, and forced himself to hold eye contact, “I never said it was for me.”

“Ooohhh!” One of the jocks pounded the table, letting out a whistle, “Look who grew a back bone!”

Cas rolled his eyes, “Can I have it or not?”

Gabriel shared a look with the jock before nodding, mischievous smile on his face, “Sure, yeah. Chad here can get it for you.”

As the jock got up, Cas backed away, brows knitting together in confusion, “I-it’s not in your bag?”

His brother shook his head as the jock closed the distance, “No, I left it in my locker. He’ll take you.”

“I know where-” Cas cut himself off as he felt his feet leave the ground, seriously?

As Chad picked him up, he felt his face grow red as he was carried over to the trash can, being unceremoniously dumped into it.

Cas let out a heavy sigh as he heard the laughter and applause, why do I bother?

Hey!”

Cas felt himself pale as he heard the voice, that sounds like-

“Winchester?” Cas let out another sigh, and was momentarily glad no one could see him, of course he saw that. “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

Why does he sound so… angry?

“You can’t talk to him like that!”

“Oh yeah? And who’s gonna stop me?”

Cas couldn’t help but smile as he wiped some gunk off his face, I would pay to see that fight. He took in a shaking breath before trying to stand on shaking legs, at least it’s not tuna day. Cas’ eyes immediately went to the table where his brother was, and tried to swallow his satisfaction at seeing the crew dispersing.

Dean made the short trip over, holding out his one hand to the boy, keeping his voice low, “Are you alright?”

He sounds so concerned… “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” He accepted the hand and went to step out of the garbage, nearly face planting as he tried to make it over the lip, surprised when the blonde easily caught him. He felt his face heat up and he couldn’t quite bring himself to look the blonde in the eyes, “S-sorry.”

Dean shook his head, brushing some of the gunk off his shirt, “You don’t have to apologize. It’s my fault.” At the teens’ confused gaze he sighed, slinging an arm across his shoulders as he began leading them away, “If I knew he was going to throw you in a garbage can, I never would’ve asked.”

Cas snorted, like it’s the first time.

“What?”

Cas blinked at the blonde, how do I keep doing that? He shook his head at himself, “Nothing. I mean, I’m alright.”

Dean gave him a skeptical look but continued steering them down the street, away from the school.

“Uhm… where are we going?”

“My house.” At the quizzical look, the blonde raised an eyebrow, “You got thrown into a dumpster for me. The least I can do is let you shower.”

Cas felt himself pale, “S-shower?” we’re going to his house?

“Yeah, y’know, a shower? When you stand in a tub and let water pour over you while you rub soap all over yourself?”

The shorter teen let out a small chuckle, “I know what it is.”

“Good,” Deans’ arm disappeared and Cas found himself standing on a porch, he lives this close and is still constantly late? The blonde opened the door after a moment, and held it open, gesturing for the boy to come inside.

Cas took a moment to look around. For such a big house, there wasn’t a whole lot of furniture, and the furniture that was there looked pretty old. The couch is nearly falling apart.

Dean pointed to the stairs, “The bathroom is the first door on the left. There should be soap in there already, and I’ll bring you a towel in a minute.”

“O-okay,” Cas felt that familiar drop in his stomach as he began climbing the stairs, relax. You can do this. Just lock the door and don’t take too long.

Cas took in a deep breath as he reached the top of the stairs, trying his best to not sound as winded as he felt. He cautiously made his way over to the first door, and deflated slightly in relief as he saw the bathroom. He quickly got in and shut the door, instantly reaching down and turning the lock.

Okay, good. He walked the few steps away from the door, feeling safe now that he was alone. He looked at himself in the mirror and was mildly surprised, he looked much calmer than he felt, see? You can’t even tell how freaked out you are. Now all you have to do is shower fast.

He began peeling his shirt over his head, holding his breath as the stench of garbage momentarily enveloped his senses. He balled the offending object up before placing it down on the counter, catching a glimpse of the crimson against his pale skin in the mirror.

He shook his head and did his best to ignore the need that was slowly building, not here. He took off his pants, and rolled them up as well, placing them beside his shirt before reaching over to turn on the water, taking a moment to examine himself in the mirror.

He turned himself to the side, eyes zoning in on his stomach. He did his best to fight the disgust he felt as he saw it, holding his breath to suck it in. Not good enough… He shook his head again and let out his breath, turning away to step into the spray, I need to hurry up. I don’t want to make him suspicious.

He let the water cascade down his back as he looked around the small tub. There was only one bottle of body wash and nothing else. He doesn’t even have shampoo. He sighed and turned, letting the water run down his front for a moment, closing his eyes, this is actually kind of-

He cut himself off as the bathroom door swung open, “What the fuck?”

“Hey, sorry!” He heard Dean close the door behind himself, and was grateful he remembered to pull the curtain over, “It’s just me.”

“What uh, what are you doing?”

“I brought you a towel and some fresh clothes. They might be a little too big, but it’s all we have.”

“I, uh,” Cas shook his head, “I thought I locked the door.”

“Oh, right.” The blonde chuckled, “I forgot to tell you, the lock doesn’t work.”

Clearly.

“Sorry.”

“No, i-it’s alright,” Cas took in a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, “I-I’m almost done anyway.”

He held his breath as the blonde got closer to the curtain, “I’m gonna be waiting downstairs, in the living room. Just… come down whenever you’re ready, okay?”

Cas forced himself to smile, even though the blonde couldn’t see him, “Will do!”

He heard the bathroom door close and deflated, oh my God… He picked up the bottle of body wash and began scrubbing it over himself, I definitely need to hurry now. He quickly rinsed off, taking one more moment to savour the relaxing pulse of the water before turning it off, poking his head out from behind the curtain.

He reached for the towel and frowned as his arm was just too short, of course. Cautiously, he got out of the tub, quickly drying himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he took a moment to look at the counter, he took my clothes? Cas held up the pair of sweatpants that were left, and laughed, these are almost triple my size. He unwrapped the towel as he pulled them on, frowning as his feet stopped at the knees, Dean isn’t even this tall… he bent over, rolling the ends of the pants up so he could walk, ignoring the scream of protest from his back.

He pulled the shirt on over his head, feeling a small rush of butterflies as he saw the graphic in the mirror, he likes Luke Bryan too? He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of the blonde getting pumped to Kick the Dust Up. He shook the towel through his hair before taking a deep breath, doing his best to calm himself before exiting the bathroom.

He crept down the stairs slowly, still holding the towel, and peered down over the banister, seeing the blonde on the couch, looking concerned. He’s just… sitting there, waiting for me? Cas continued down the steps, feeling his stomach drop, as he suddenly remembered the blonde took his clothes. No, he couldn’t of… they  were covered in garbage, there’s no way that he dug through the pockets. He stopped in the doorway of the living room, unsure of what to do.

After what felt like an eternity, the blonde looked up at him, “Oh… hey.”

“Hey,” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting with the towel, “I, uh, I wasn’t sure where I should…”

“Just… leave it in the chair.”

Cas gently placed the towel down, feeling his heart speed up as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, “W-we should probably head back now.”

“Back?”

“Yeah,” Cas crossed his arms over his chest, subconsciously hiding the small scars on his wrist, “y’know… to school?”

“Right…” Dean stood, but still looked concerned, “I can drop you off.”

“Drop me off?” Cas’ brows knit together in confusion, “Don’t you have classes to go to?”

“Pfft,” Dean waved a dismissive hand, “Please. I’ve missed so much school they’d be more surprised if I did show up.”

“O-okay…” Cas followed him the short distance to the door, the anxiety beginning to build, “Dean… are you alright?”

“Yeah, Cas I’m-” the blonde cut himself off, before shaking his head, “Actually, no. I-I’m not okay.”

Huh… I didn’t actually expect him to answer, Cas looked around the room in nervousness, “Do you… y’know, wanna talk… about it?”

Dean took in a deep breath and slowly nodded, “I… I do, but I don’t know…” Cas’ concern grew, I’ve never seen him at a loss of words, “Maybe…” the blonde took in another deep breath, raising unsure eyes to the shorter teen, “maybe I should just show you?”

“Uhm… okay.”

Cas took a moment to brace himself, unable to keep from thinking the worst. He watched in agonizing slow motion as Dean steeled himself, preparing himself to do whatever it was he was about to do. The blonde dug his hand into his back pocket and Cas’ felt the boulder in his stomach grow, shit he did find them. How am I going to explain th-

Cas cut himself off in surprise as he felt the blondes’ mouth on his own. What the…? He stayed frozen for a moment, before he felt his body relax as the scent of Dean enveloped him.

Just as quickly as it started, the kiss was over, and the blonde was backing up, cheeks red, eyes on the floor.

“Dean, I…” what the hell am I supposed to say to that? Cas’ brows furrowed as he thought, he’s gay? But I thought… “I’ve seen you make out with girls.”

Dean barked out a laugh, visibly relaxing, bringing his eyes up to meet his, “I… yeah, I… I like girls.”

And boys?” Cas winced as the blonde backed up a little further, “Shit, Dean, that’s not what I-”

“Yes.” He took a big breath before meeting his eyes, “Yes, okay? I like both girls and boys.” He threw his hands up in the air, “I know what kind of freak that makes me, okay? I just thought that maybe…” he shook his head, “You know what? Forget it.” He snatched the keys from the end table, hand reaching for the door, “Let’s just go.”

“Dean, wait,” Cas caught the blondes’ arm, forcing him to face him, eyes searching those gorgeous green seas, “It’s okay.”

“I-it is?”

The look of shock on the blondes’ face would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so sad, how long has he been keeping this a secret?

“Yeah,” Cas couldn’t help but give the teen a smile, “I was just… surprised, that’s all. I’ve only ever seen you with girls, so I didn’t think…”

“Oh.” The relief was visibly evident as Deans’ whole body relaxed as the weight of his secret was finally lifted. They stood there like that for a moment as the blonde processed the information. His look of shock faded into a soft smile and he took a small step toward the teen again, “So…” he flicked his eyes down to the ground, shifting his weight nervously, cheeks flaring, before bringing his eyes back up to the raven-haired teens’, “I can kiss you again?”


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Son of a Bitch! (#2, Summer Edition)

Written: 20.08.01

Words: 549

Gen.

Written for the SPN Amino Heat Wave Weekend Challenge.

Yes, this is an ‘extra’ fic, that doesn’t fit into the 1 fic every 2 week posting schedule, so you better enjoy it. 😛


“Son of a bitch!”

Sam bolted upright, jumping off the bed, snatching his gun from the bed side table, slowly stalking toward the open motel room door, “… Dean?”

At the lack of response, he stiffened, bracing himself as he came up to the door. He took a deep breath and ripped it all the way open, nearly shooting his brother in the face.

“Whoa! Dude, what the hell?” Dean  swiftly disarmed his brother, tucking the gun into the back of his pants, “Are you crazy?”

Sam shook his head as he was instantly hit with a wall of summer heat. The kind that makes you feel like you can’t breath, “Oh my God.”

“I know, right?” Dean shook his head before walking back into the motel, “The first day we get off in how long and it’s this gross out?” He let out a heavy sigh as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, “So much for a day at the beach.”

Sam closed the motel door behind him, easily catching the beer his brother tossed at him, making his way over to the small table his brother had stopped at, “Alright, so what’s Plan B?”

“Well I don’t know what you’re gonna do,” Dean shrugged as he crossed the room, grabbing the laptop off the night stand before nearly throwing himself down on his bed, “But I’m gonna sit here, drink and, uhm…” He adjusted his sitting position as he settled against his pillows, “relax.”

“Yep, got it,” Sam nodded, swallowing down a gulp of beer before snatching his phone and key off the night stand, making his way to the door, “I’m gonna go to the library.”

Dean snorted, raising an eyebrow at him, “You are allowed to have fun once in a while.”

Sam shook his head, hand pausing on the door, “Text me when it’s safe to come back.”

“No promises.”

 

 

Ugh, Sam pulled at his sweat soaked t-shirt, doing his best to unstick it from his chest as he made the way back to the motel, how is it still so hot out? He checked the time on his phone and shook his head, it definitely should’ve cooled off by now.

He continued down the sidewalk as the motel came into view, glad it wasn’t too far away from the library. I never thought I’d be looking forward to a motels’ AC. He took his key out of his pocket, unlocking the door just as he heard his brother swear.

He opened the door, hope dashed as he didn’t feel a temperature difference between the street and the room. He raised an eyebrow as he saw his brother, sitting on the floor, face twisted in despair, disassembled AC unit laying in front of him, “Uh, Dean?”

The blonde wiped the sweat off his forehead with one arm, desperate eyes flicking up to the giant, “I-it just stopped working. I tried to fix it, but,” he kicked it, face falling further, “Stupid thing is too old.” He got up, giving the thing another kick, before turning his eyes to the giant, “What are we supposed to do now?”

“Well,” Sam couldn’t help the smirk he felt split his face as he made his way toward the freezer, “I’d start with removing the flannel.”


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So Close

Written: 20.04.22

Words: 584

Inspired by the song So Close from the movie Enchanted. Listen to it here!

NFF, Song!Fic, Fluff


You take in a sharp breath as he extends his arm to you, raising an eyebrow as the music starts. I can’t believe it, you take his hand, unable to pry your eyes away from the look on his face, I’ve never seen him look so… happy.

He pulls you in, eyes not leaving yours as the two of you begin to move. He leads you backward, and you’re surprised at yourself you don’t fumble and fall on your ass. We’re both secretly bad-ass ballroom dancers… who knew? You try to swallow your smile at your own dumb joke as you move in perfect time to the beat – definitely more graceful than anything else you’ve ever done – and you can’t help but momentarily think of all the grand dance scenes in rom-coms you’ve seen as the two lovers finally get their happy ending.

Is this what that feels like? You resist the urge to glance at the guests, heart beating so loud you can barely hear the music over it. You feel as though you’re flying around the room, barely registering what your body is doing, and part of you hopes someone was smart enough to bring a camera, as if anyone would believe this happened without video proof.

Your breath catches as he flashes you that soft smile of his – the one reserved for sleepy mornings and staying in bed cuddles – and you can’t help but beam back at him. I never would’ve thought I’d be in the middle of a scene like this. You make a brief mental note to write down your emotions so you can recall them for later needs, and continue dancing. He twirls you then, and as your hand finds his again you swell with pride, after everything we’ve been through… I can’t believe we’re finally here.

An overwhelming wave of love surges through you and you can’t help but pull yourself in closer, so you’re barely a hair apart. You rest your head against his chest just as the music begins to fade, and you can’t help but smile as you feel his heart beat is synced with yours. Guess it’s true what they say…

A deafening roar of applause breaks you out of your moment and your eyes focus on the crowd of family and friends. You feel your cheeks heat up as you’re suddenly pulled back into the now and give them a sheepish smile. He leads you to your table, that soft smile slipping off his face in place of his usual social mask and you find yourself wishing your dress had sleeves to hide your goose bumps, I can’t believe everyone saw that…

“Wow!” Your best friend swipes at her eyes as you come closer, “I never knew you were so… I mean,” she turned to your other bridesmaids, at a loss for words, for once. She sniffed and shook her head, “I take back everything I’ve ever said about you not being romantic. That was just… wow.

You chuckle and wave a dismissive hand at her, eyes on his retreating back as he goes to greet his own family, “Yeah, well, don’t expect to see anything like that again anytime soon. I should be good until I’m dead now.”

She shoves you in a playful way before crushing you against her, “You’ve gotta write that down for me.”

You smile at her as the two of you take your seat, heart fluttering as your eyes catch his from across the room, definitely.


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Believing

Written: 20.04.22

Words: 581

DeanxReader, fluff


You stumble as you hit a crack in the sidewalk and nearly face plant. You luckily catch yourself and look around, feeling your cheeks heat up, stupid heels. You shake your head, before digging your compact out of your purse, checking to make sure you didn’t dislodge any of your carefully placed hair curls. Oh thank God. You sigh in relief as you see you didn’t mess up your hair and replace the compact, would’ve sucked if I did all this just for it to get messed up five minutes before he sees it.

You turn up the driveway and feel a small knot begin to form in your stomach. What if he doesn’t like it? You resist the urge to chew your lip as you climb up the porch steps, don’t think like that. He’s the one who suggested dressing up, remember? You shake your head at yourself as you go to knock, hand pausing in mid-air.

Why are you psyching yourself out? You know you look awesome. Don’t forget what that guy at the bus shelter said. You look smokin’! You swallow down your chuckle at the memory and take a deep breath before knocking.

“I got it!” You hear some rustling and hurried footsteps before the door swings open, revealing the wrong brother.

“Hey, Sam.” You give him a small smile and lean slightly to see around him, “… Is Dean ready?”

Sam gives you a once over, sly smile creeping up his face and he steps aside, “Almost.”

The knot in your stomach grows and you wonder if in your three hour getting ready routine you remembered deodorant. You go to take a step over the lip of the door and nearly face plant again, “Fuck!” You glare at it, “Stupid door.”

Sam catches your hand easily and chuckles, eyes on your shoes, “You sure that was the doors’ fault?”

You feel another blush creep up your face and try to remember what you usually do with your hands, “So, uhm… h-how’ve you been?”

“Eh, y’know,” The giant closes the door before walking the few steps over to the stairs, “Dean, c’mon! Quit dragging ass!”

“It’s called style, Sammy!” You hear a door slam before the blonde appears at the top of the stairs, wearing a three piece suit, “You know, you could actually learn a thing or two ab-” he stops mid-sentence as his eyes land on you, “Wow.”

You smile at him, smoothing your hands down over your dress, “H-hi.”

He stares at you for another moment, mouth still agape, before shaking his head, coming down the steps. You shift your weight under his gaze and try to calm your racing heart, unable to help but notice he’s yet to smile. He comes up close to you – close enough you can smell his cologne – but doesn’t touch you, opting instead to reach around you to grab his shoes.

Shit, you swallow thickly as you watch him slip them on, unable to hold back thinking the worst, he hates it. What was I thinking? Suddenly feeling foolish, you silently wish the floor would swallow you whole as he shrugs on his jacket.

He opens the door for you, wordlessly, and gestures for you to go ahead. Being so wrapped up in mentally berating yourself, you fail to see Sam toss a ring box at his brother, and the wink and thousand-watt smile the blonde sends over his shoulder as he follows you out, “Don’t wait up.”


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High Tide

Started: 16.08.08 (Originally written for Melting Hearts)

Rewritten/Finished: 20.04.15

Words: 1,128

Sabriel, Fluff


“Sa-am!” Gabriel bounded down the stairs toward the front door, “Come on!”

“Will you relax?” Sam came out of the kitchen, lifting the bag of snacks onto his shoulder, “I’m almost certain the beach will still be there.”

“What if it’s not?” The shorter man fake pouted as he slipped on his flip flops, “Do you really want another bowling alley fiasco?”

Definitely not, Sam chuckled at the memory as the ball of energy adjusted the duck floaty he had around his waist, “Why are you so interested in going to the beach anyway?”

“I… have my reasons,” Gabriel winked and wretched the door open, narrowly hitting the giant in the face.

“Gabriel-”

“To the beach!”

 

 

Gabriel smushed his face up against the glass of the bus, eyes wide with excitement as they passed the sandy shore. He pulled the string so hard Sam was worried he was going to break it.

“Okay, c’mon,” Sam stood up with the bag, extending his hand out to the angel.

Gabriel took the hand and stumbled behind the giant to the back door, slamming his shoulder into the pole as the driver stopped the bus, asshole.

“Gabriel, you can’t say that to the driver,” Sam hissed as they got off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gabriel brushed off as he hurried off toward the sand.

“Hey,” Sam caught his arm before he could get away, “you can’t call the driver an asshole. You don’t want to say the wrong thing to the wrong guy.”

“I didn’t say anything, Sammy.”

“Gabriel, please.”

“What? Sammich, I’m not lying. I didn’t say anything.”

Gabriel bounded off toward the beach, leaving Sam standing on the sidewalk confused. Why does he keep saying that? He didn’t say anything, I heard him, Sam shook his head and started off toward the shorter man, trying to put the pieces together, He didn’t say anything…

C’mon Sammich. Put it together so we can have fun.

Wait a minute…

“Gabriel that still doesn’t make it okay,” Sam smacked his arm as he finally got what his boyfriend meant.

Gabriel just smirked and took the blanket out of the bag, “Here Sammich, you sit and get some sun. I’m gonna go swimming.”

“You’re actually gonna go swimming wearing that?”

“Don’t say that,” Gabriel covered the fake duck’s ears, “you’ll hurt Harold’s feelings.”

Sam chuckled, “You named your duck floaty?”

“No, he told me his name.”

“Of course he did.” The giant reached into the bag and pulled out the sunscreen, “You should probably-” he cut himself off as he saw his better half was already racing toward the shoreline.

I hope angels don’t get sunburned. He shook his head as he watched the man jump at the wave that was racing toward him, getting knocked back on his ass. Good thing he has that floaty. Sam dropped the sunscreen before picking up the crumpled blanket off the sand, flicking it out. He sat down before reaching for the sunscreen, beginning to slather himself as he watched the angel get knocked back by another wave, giant smile on his face. At least he’s enjoying himself.

He replaced the sunscreen before stretching himself out on the blanket, reaching into the bag for his book, time to relax.

 

 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!”

Sam shook his head as he helped the fire-red angel down the street, “We gotta get you home.”

“But it hurts!” Gabriel whined and slumped over in the giants’ arms, nearly knocking him off his feet.

“Gabriel!” Sam huffed in annoyance, adjusting his grip on the too-hot skin. He closed his eyes for a moment as he took in a deep breath, “Since you’re too injured to flash us home, we have t-” He cut himself off as he felt himself hit the ground. Confused, he looked around and deflated as he saw he was standing in their bedroom, “You couldn’t of did that before we tried getting on the bus?”

Gabriel shrugged, making his way over to the bed, “I didn’t think it’d- ow!”  He glared at the mattress as he struggled to sit up, “Traitor.”

Sam did his best to keep the smile off his face as he watched, “It’s not the mattress’ fault.” He walked over to the dresser, digging out the aloe vera before joining the angel, “I thought angels couldn’t even get sunburned.”

“Apparently we can.” He shook his head, eyes skyward, “Thanks, Dad.”

“Alright, well, c’mon.” Sam held out his hand as he placed the aloe down on the nightstand.

The angel raised an eyebrow at the retired hunter, holding out his too-red arms, “Where exactly do you think I’m going?”

The giant smirked, pulling him up by the wrist, “The shower. We have to stop your skin from cooking any further.”

“Whoa, what?” The angels’ jaw dropped as he followed, “My skin is doing what now?”

Sam chuckled, closing the door behind them as they reached the bathroom, “The sun cooked your skin, that’s why it’s red. The longer you’re out, the deeper layers of skin it reaches.” He leaned into the tub, turning on the cold water.

Gabriel gave him a disbelieving look, “And you’re an expert on human cooking how, exactly?”

Sam chuckled and shook his head, before beginning to peel off his shirt, “It’s quite common, actually. Luckily, it’s also simple to treat.”

Gabriel winced as he touched his stomach, “I-it is?”

“Yep.” Sam pointed at the shower, “The cold water will help your skin stop cooking, and then I can rub aloe on the burn.”

“That definitely sounds like my kind of treatment.” The angel winked before getting into the tub, letting out a yelp as the water hit his skin. “What the hell is… ooohhh,” he let out a breathy sigh as he felt his body relax, “this is actually nice.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it, cause you have to stay in there for at least ten minutes.”

“Pfft, no problem!”

Sam chuckled and shook his head, reaching for the door handle, “Let me know when you’re finished.”

“Wait!” The angel poked his head around the curtain, frowning at the giant, “You’re not gonna join me?”

Sam blinked at him in momentary surprise, “No… the waters’ too cold for me.”

“B-but,” he pulled the curtain back a bit, raising his arm over his head, before wincing at the movement, “I need you to do my back.”

Sam rolled his eyes, unable to keep the smile off his face, “We’re supposed to be cooling your skin down, not getting you steamed up.”

“Fine!” Gabriel huffed before sliding the curtain closed again, “But we’re gonna have to do something to distract me from the pain!”

Sam shook his head as he reached for the door knob, smile growing, deal.


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Going Back

Started: 19.03.04

Finished: 20.03.05

Words: 381

Sabriel


“You’re insane!”

Gabriel just winked at the giant before turning back to the vines in front of him.

“We’re gonna get caught!”

“Not if you shut up about it!”

Sam shook his head, what’s wrong with him? Gabe said he had a surprise for their first wedding anniversary that Sam was sure to love – and he appreciated the gesture, really, he did – but it wasn’t like Gabe could’ve known the bowling alley they had their first date in all those years ago was shut down – not like it was doing that well when we’d went to begin with – so they were both understandably disheartened seeing it was now abandoned. Nothing to do, right? It’s not like either of them had bolt cutters.

So when Gabe also suggested Sam ‘wait here while I find a way in’ well, he knew he was in for a wild night. Did he think his better half was going to attempt scaling the side of the building? Absolutely fucking not. And yet…

“Yo, Sammich, quit daydreaming! You’re supposed to be a look out.”

“Pfft nobody’s around, relax,” he took a pre-emptive look around anyway, just in case.

“He says to the guy scaling a building.”

“You knew what I meant!” The giant took a charged step forward as the man slipped, “Be careful, will you? I’d hate to spend the night burying you.”

“I know something you wouldn’t mind burying.”

Sam rolled his eyes, of course he had to go there… when he turned back to the wall, his eyebrows rose in surprise, his beloved was no longer hanging there, oh no… Sam rushed closer to the base of the wall, frantic eyes searching the dark, you didn’t fall, you didn’t fall, you didn’t-

Jumping with surprise at the sound of rattling chains, he turned to his left and saw his lover, giant smirk on his face as the chains fell from the gate. He threw the gate open with all his strength, smile only growing as they clashed loudly against the sides of the wall.

Sam smacked his arm, sighing with relief, “Don’t do that!”

“What can I say, Sammy?” He linked the giants’ arm in his before leading them to the front door of the bowling alley, “I’m good at finding a way in.”


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Office Mistakes (Preview)

Started: 15.03.22

Finished: 20.02.24

Words: 3,979

Destiel, Gender!Bent Cas


The boss cleared his throat, taking his feet off the table as she turned back around, expression carefully calm, “Aren’t you going to pass them out?”

The raven-haired girl took a deep breath, before plastering the fakest smile Dean had ever seen across her face, “Of course.”

She begrudgingly picked up one of the trays and began placing the coffees down in front of the men, who all could’ve tried a lot harder not to stare as her chest got within a few inches of their faces.

Dean shook his head, unable to tear his eyes away from the intern. She doesn’t deserve this. He didn’t know much about her other than her name and the obviously fake rumours that circled the office. It wasn’t enough that she was in fact the only female in the office – the guys apparently needed to degrade her further by letting her in on the Office Secret of Success: Shorter your skirt, higher you’ll climb.

What a bunch of dicks, Dean began to sweat as she got closer to his seat, should I help her? He picked his pen back up from the table, eyes starring intently at it as the click of high heels got closer, she is almost done now…

A moment later, an arm came into view, placing a coffee cup in front of him. He felt his cheeks heat up as he kept his gaze firmly on the pen, not wanting to accidentally look at the boobs that were only a few inches from his face. Why couldn’t she be taller?

“T-thanks.”

He heard a few snickers and felt his cheeks flare a brighter red, why did I take this job again?

“You’re welcome.”

His head shot up at the light shoulder squeeze, and their eyes finally met, hers surprisingly warm, crinkled around the edges with the genuine smile she gave him. Damn…

Just as fast as it had happened, the moment was over and she had moved passed him. He did his best not to get lost in the flowery scent that lingered for a little too long, and to ignore the raised eyebrows of his colleagues.

The sound of a hand hitting something filled the air and Dean looked up to his boss’ seat, where he was grinning like an idiot and Cas’ cheeks began to burn. He could tell by the expression on both their faces exactly what he’d missed, this isn’t gonna end well…

“Thanks Gorgeous.”

Cas kept the fake smile plastered to her face as she continued handing out the rest of the coffees. Dean watched as she reached the end of the table, before leaning her hands on the end of the table, inadvertently – or perhaps on purpose – pushing her boobs together, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Dean watched in disgust as a few men adjusted their sitting positions, what is wrong with them? before Mr. Newman waved her off.

Once she was out of the room, he adjusted the papers in front of him, picking up the coffee cup, clearing his throat, “Now… where were we?”

 

 

“I just wish there was something I could do, y’know? They shouldn’t get away with it.”

Dean slowed as he approached the entrance to Cas’ cubicle, this doesn’t make any sense. You just met, and didn’t even talk to her! Why are you getting so bent out of shape? He switched the paperwork from one hand to the other, taking turns wiping the sweat from them, maybe I should apologize for this morning…

He knocked softly on the wall, before poking his head in. Her back was to him, and she had one hand white-knuckled around a cell, “I swear to God, if one more person calls me Sugar, I’m gonna-” she whipped around then, phone snapping closed, “What?”

“Whoa, hey,” Dean held up his hands in mock surrender, “I-I didn’t mean-”

“Oh,” her expression changed as she saw it was the blonde, smile lighting up her features, “Sorry.” She placed the cell down on her desk, before turning back to him, tilting her head slightly to one side, nodding at the papers he was holding, “Those for me?”

“Uh…” he lowered his eyes to his hands and mentally face-palmed, “Y-yeah. Jenkins needs these by the end of the day.”

She let out a sigh before pushing away from her desk, rolling over to the blonde in her chair, snatching the papers, “Does anyone in this office do their own paperwork?”

“Well, uh, I-I…” he swallowed thickly, get it together, Winchester!

She raised an eyebrow at him, corner of her mouth pulling up into a smile as she rolled back to her desk, “Wow, I haven’t had that affect on a boy since the tenth grade.”

“Wh-what?” Dean felt his cheeks flare, “N-no! That’s not-I mean, I don’t-”

“Oh, relax.” She waved a dismissive hand at him as she stood up, “I’m just messing with you.”

She smirked up at him as she closed the distance between them, stopping a few inches in front of him, perfume beginning to envelope his senses. Were her eyes always that blue?

“… Well?”

Dean shook his head, bringing re-focused eyes to hers, “Sorry.. .what?”

She chuckled before pointing behind him, “You gonna let me out or…?” She shrugged, holding the papers out to him, “Unless you’d rather do the copies?”

“Oh, right,” he took a step to the side, unblocking the entrance to her cubicle, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt, “Sorry.”

“Relax, Stretch.” She sent a wink over her shoulder as she started toward the copier, “You’re the only one I enjoyed having in my box.”


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Pancakes

Started: 19.11.25

Finished: 20.02.06

Words: 548

Destiel, fluff


“De-an!”

The sing-song voice floated up the stairs, disrupting the ex-hunters’ sleep. He groaned and rolled over, burying his head beneath the pillow.

He removed the pillow and sniffed the air after a moment, stomach rumbling as the scent hit his nose, pancakes? Dean shot up, sniffing the air more intently, chocolate chip pancakes? He rolled out of bed, ignoring the goose bumps that broke out across his skin as the cold air him him, it’s not my birthday… he grabbed a shirt off the doorknob before freezing at the top of the stairs, shit… is it our anniversary?

He scrambled back to the bedroom, nearly falling over himself to get a look at the calendar. Thank God, he deflated with relief as he saw it wasn’t their anniversary, that could’ve been so bad. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath, okay, if it’s not our anniversary, then why is he making pancakes?

The blonde turned from the calendar and started back toward the stairs, only one way to find out… He began down the stairs slowly, keeping his eyes and ears open for any indication of whatever it was he was missing. He rounded the corner and leaned himself against the doorframe in the kitchen, watching as the raven-haired man ladled batter onto the flat top. The blondes’ eyes roamed over the table, nothing out of the ordinary…

“There you are!” Cas gave him a thousand-watt smile and placed a plate piled high with pancakes down on the table, arching an eyebrow, “Well?” He gestured to the chair before spinning back around to the stove, “They’re gonna get cold.”

“Sorry,” the blonde took a seat, starring at the stack in front of him, smell enveloping his senses, man they smell good. “What’s the occasion?”

He watched his boyfriends’ back carefully for any indication he should know what was happening, but to his surprise, he just shrugged before turning back around, giant smile still on his face, “It’s Pancake Day.”

“Pancake Day?”

“Yeah,” Cas sat himself down, his plate almost empty compared to the monster stack on the Winchesters’, “I read about it online, and didn’t think you’d mind if we made it a tradition.”

“Oh,” the blonde nodded slowly and felt himself relax more as he learned he wasn’t in fact forgetting anything. He noticed the look on his lovers’ face and his brows creased in confusion, “What?”

Cas smiled and shook his head, “I just thought you’d be happier. If you don’t like the pancakes, we don’t have to-”

“No! No, it’s not that…” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, should I tell him? “I mean, I would love to make pancakes a tradition.”

“Ooohhh, I get it,” he reached for the syrup.

“You do?”

“You thought you were in trouble.”

“Well…” he took in the raven-haired mans’ expression and felt his cheeks heat up, “yes, okay? I thought – only for a second – that maybe I had forgotten our anniversary or something.”

“Don’t worry,” Cas’ smile returned, and he was barely able to hold in his chuckles, “If you ever did forget something that big, you wouldn’t be waking up to the scent of pancakes.”

“N-no?”

“Nope,” he passed the syrup and winked, “You’d wake up wearing them.”


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Forgotten Hearts (Preview)

Started: 17.03.12

Finished: 20.02.03

Words: 2,488

Destiel

This is 2020’s Valentine’s fic – enjoy!


Hey.

Dean jumped off the couch and surveyed the living room, what the hell…, he frowned as he confirmed he was alone, “H-hello?”

Why are you so jumpy?

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at hearing the voice again and turned the T.V off, just in case. He listened for a moment and when he didn’t hear anything he let out a nervous chuckle and sat back down, don’t psyche yourself out, Winchester.

Don’t… don’t you remember?

He surveyed the room again, “Okay, this isn’t funny, alright?”

How don’t you remember?

Dean got up from the couch cautiously, “S-Sam?” Remember? What the hell am I supposed to remember?

He couldn’t help but tense as he was only greeted with silence. He rubbed at his temples, I must finally be losing it.

You’re not losing it, Dean.

“Where are you?” He crossed the room to check the kitchen.

Dean, relax. I’m not in the house.

Empty… shit. “How do you know my name?” Wait… Dean froze as the words sunk in, you’re not in the house? Then how the hell can I hear you? No, you know what? The blonde started toward the stairs, I don’t care. Guess this is what old age does.

You’re not that old, Dean.

He locked the bathroom door behind him and leaned against the sink, still doesn’t explain why I can hear some dude I don’t know talk to me who apparently isn’t here.

That’s… hard to explain.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, is this really what I’m doing now? Conversing with the voices?

There’s only one of me.

Dean snorted and shook his head, of course, my mistake… he let out a breath and splashed some water on his face, why couldn’t I at least hear a chick? That woulda been way more entertaining.

I’m not just a random voice, Dean! Do you really not remember?

… and now I’ve offended him, great, the blonde sighed and exited the bathroom, heading over to his bedroom before flopping down on his bed.

I can explain, if you like. It’s just… hard. You’re gonna have to trust me.

Trust you? I don’t even know you!

Maybe you’ll remember if you see me in person.

You’re just a voice in my head, how am I supposed to-

You’re home, right?

Dean sat up and looked around the room, “Ugh… yeah.”

He heard a thud from downstairs and got up off the bed, before creeping over to the steps. He peered over the railing and saw a man standing in his living room. What the…? He pulled the gun out from the back of his pants and ran down the steps.

The man squinted his eyes as he spotted the gun and tilted his head to the side.

“Who are you? How’d you get in here?”

“Where did you get a gun from?”

Dean blinked absently, his hand faltering as he heard the voice that was in his head come from the man in front of him. What the hell? “H-how did you do that?”

The raven-haired man looked around the room in confusion, “Do what?”

The blonde let out a nervous chuckle and ran his free hand through his hair, “So… what? You’re some sort of ventriloquist?”

“That’s… that’s not what that is.”

“Okay, fine, whatever. You need to leave.”

“Dean-”

“Look,” he tucked his gun back into his pants and took a few steps forward, “I don’t know who you are, or how you got in here, but you’ve gotta leave.”

The man squinted his eyes again and bit his bottom lip, “You… you really don’t recognize me? … At all?”

Dean looked the man up and down and shook his head, “Trust me, I think I’d remember meeting some trench-coated-blue-tied-sex-haired dude.”


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Devils’ Playground (Preview)

Started: 19.05.13

Finished: 20.01.28

Words: 10,791

SPN x Lucifer crossover, Hallucifer


“I got a tip Lucifer Morningstar was supposed to be here?”

Her brows creased in confusion, “A little late to the party, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Another agent already came by.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I think he said his name was… Smith?”

“That’s my partner.” he replaced his badge, “We were supposed to meet here.” He surveyed the scene again, “…Is he still here?”

“I told him he was free to wait, but he didn’t stick around too long after our talk.”

“Of course,” he scrubbed a hand down his face, “How long ago was he here?”

“Uhm…” she dug her phone out of her back pocket, “Maybe about an hour?”

“Okay, great. Did he-”

“Sorry I’m late,” The British voice cut off the end of the hunters’ sentence. The Brit started over to where they were standing, box of doughnuts in hand, “But I brought gifts.”

Dean turned back to the detective, “This is how you let your people behave?”

She didn’t bother to hide her annoyed look as he got closer, snatching the box from the man, “He’s a consultant.”

The Brits’ mouth dropped open slightly as she took the box, placing it on the hood of a nearby police car, “I got you the kind with the jelly, I know they’re your favourite.”

“Lucifer,” she gave him a pointed look before gesturing to the Winchester, “This FBI agent has a few questions for you.”

“Ah, right, gotcha,” he spun around to face the hunter, thousand-watt smile on his face fading as he saw who it was, “I’m sorry,” he half-turned back to his partner, “You said he was…?”

“FBI.”

The raven-haired man scoffed, “He’s not FBI.”

“What?” She pulled him slightly to the side, dropping her voice, “Lucifer, are you sure?”

“Yes, of course!” He strode the few steps back over to the hunter, “Or, at least he wasn’t last night.”

“Last night?” She turned back to the hunter, “What is he talking about?”

Dean swallowed thickly, adjusting his tie, “I-I think he has me confused with somebody else.”

“Pfft, please.” Lucifer waved a dismissive hand, “I’m not one to forget the faces of my latest conquests’.”

“Whoa, hey,” Dean let out a nervous chuckle, holding up his hands, “We did not sleep together.”

“You and Maze may have started the party,” he took a step closer, sly smile on his face, “But I was definitely there for the happy ending.”

Dean eyed the man for a moment, lips twitching into a nervous smile. He cleared his throat, shaking his head before turning back to the woman, “Mind if I ask him a few questions?”

Her cuffs were already out of her hip holster as she shook her head, “Hands behind your back, Sir.”

“Oh, come on,” he grunted as she pushed him against the police car, “I can explain!”

“I’d love to hear it, I really would,” she ripped the door open, “But we have actual police business to attend to. So,” she placed a hand on his head and all but pushed him inside, “you’re gonna wait right here until we’re done, got it?”

“But, I-” he cut himself off as she slammed the door damn it! He kicked the back of the seat and hung his head, how am I gonna get out of this?

 

 

“Ran his prints,” Chloe walked into the holding room, look of disapproval on her face, “According to our database, you’re one Dean Winchester.”

Dean shrugged, yanking his tie loose. “Guilty.”

“Well, Dean,” She took a seat, sliding the file toward him, “it says here you’re dead. So, who are you, really?”

“Really?” Lucifer snatched the file, brows going up, “Well there most certainly is a first time for everything.”

“We did not sleep together.”

The raven-haired man shrugged, leaning back in his seat, “Tell that to your hickey.”

Deans’ hand instinctively went to his neck, mouth opening silently to reply before he closed it again, glaring at the smirking man.

Chloe held up her hand, dropping her voice, “Lucifer, maybe it’s better if you wait outside.”

He half-turned, looking offended, “What? Why?”

“Because your… personal interest seems to be getting in the way.”

“My personal…?” He eyed the hunter before sighing, standing up, “Fine.”

She gave him an apologetic look as he left, before turning back to the hunter, “So, your name?”

 “I told you.”

“No,” she shook her head, “There’s no way you’re Dean Winchester.”

He leaned back in his chair, “If it helps, some days I wish I wasn’t, either.” She eyed him for a moment before he sighed, “Look, this is all just a big misunderstanding.”

“Okay,” she nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, “So tell me, what are we misunderstanding?”

Dean ran a hand through his hair, “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

He blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand down his face, “It’s… it’s hard to explain, alright?”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think you understand just how much trouble you’re in.”

Dean let out a dry laugh, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

She leaned over the table, “Impersonating an officer is a huge offence. Lots of jail time.” Her eyes drifted back to the file between them, “And with your record…” she shook her head, “they’re not exactly gonna go easy.”

Dean sucked his teeth, I’m going to kill Sam.


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