Sam took his headphones off, brows furrowing at the distant grunting noises that were echoing down the hallway.
He waited a couple minutes and – after the grunting continued – rolled his eyes and got off his bed to investigate, this better not be something stupid.
The giant padded down the hall, stopping a few moments later at his brother’s bedroom door.
He lingered a moment before pushing it open, “Dean?” The door swung open to reveal the blonde, who had somehow wrapped himself up in a fitted sheet, and was half-sprawled out over a naked mattress. Sam licked his lips in an effort to hide his chuckle, “Need some help?”
Dean rolled over so he was on his back, before nodding at his feet, “I think I’m stuck in a pocket.”
Sam shook his head and made the short trip over to his brother’s side. He took a moment to study the situation down at his feet before he started to carefully pull away at what appeared to be a corner, “How did you do this?”
“Well, I unfolded it, and then realized I didn’t have a chair to put it on.” At the look, Dean rolled his head, “I didn’t wanna put it on the floor because it’s clean! Anyway, I through it up on my shoulder and then…” He hung his head and let his voice trail off.
Sam rolled his eyes before focusing back his task, “Okay, I think I got it.”
He yanked the part of the sheet he was holding and a moment later Dean let out a surprised cry, “Whoa, whoa! That’s uh… attached.”
Why would Sammy lock the door? He knew I was coming back.
After a minute of searching, Dean triumphantly pulled his key out of his pocket, a few loose receipts floating to the ground with the action.
He was on the other side of the door, setting down his prize and drink in the next moment, ears perking as he heard a strained groan float through the darkness.
Dean wasted no time in re-locking the door before flicking on the light, “Sammy? Everything okay?”
The blonde blinked his eyes as the room flooded with light, brows furrowing as he didn’t find his brother.
Where…? His question cut off as he saw the closed bathroom door. He shook his head and took off his jacket, barely getting it onto the hanger before hearing another groan.
Dean wasted no time in making his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear to it to hear more pained moaning.
“Do you know how much it costs to have marble counters redone?”
“Okay,” Dean stepped out from between the twins to grab his husband by the wrist, dragging him toward the kitchen door, “you guys keep going, I’m gonna talk to Dad alone for a minute.” Once they were through the door, the smile slid off his face, and he raised his eyebrows, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Cas gestured to the closed door, “They’re-”
“Having fun?” Dean searched his lover’s face, “Since when do you care so much about how messy the kitchen is, anyway?”
“Since I-” Cas suddenly cut himself off then, eyes going wide as he seemingly realized whatever the end of his sentence was going to be. He took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes, “Never mind.”
Dean rolled his eyes at that, “Just tell me.”
The ex-angel winced and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed, “You’re not gonna like it.”
“I don’t like a lot of things, Cas.” Dean chuckled and took a step closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey.” After getting him to open his eyes, he searched his face again, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
Cas chewed his bottom lip for a moment at that, brows pulling down as he considered the offer. After a too-long moment, he nodded, “O-okay.” He took a step backward again – out of the blonde’s reach – and crossed his arms over his chest, casting his gaze to the ground, “So, remember how excited I was at the crazy deal I got on the renovation?”
“Yeah, the company you found did it for like, less than half of all the other guys, right?”
“Y-yeah! Yeah,” Cas let out a defeated breath and cast his gaze to the floor, “Well apparently… there was a reason they were doing renos so cheap.”
“I don’t-” The realization hit Dean like a bolt of lightening and he shook his head, “No.”
Cas backed up another step at the change in tone and nodded, “Yeah…turns out they weren’t an actual company.”
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Written: 23.12.23
Words: 726
Wee!Chesters, 2024’s 2nd Christmas story
“Uh, Sammy?” Dean’s brows furrowed together as he carefully took a mason jar out of the motel freezer. He turned around, bringing his eyes up to the bed, “What’s this?”
Sammy’s eyes went wide and he shot off the bed, running toward his brother with his arms outstretched, “Be careful with that!”
“Whoa,” Dean stopped the little tornado with a soft hand to his chest. He raised an eyebrow as he held the jar above his head, “You wanna fill me in?”
Sammy huffed at that, as he shot the eldest a pointed look, “It’s Terry.”
“Terry?” The blonde’s face scrunched, “Who the heck is-” He cut himself off as he remembered the name, “Your snowman?” At the nod, he couldn’t help but look between his brother and the jar, “Okaaay… and why did you put him in the freezer?”
“They were plowing the parking lot!”
“Oh, yeah, of course. How stupid of me.”
Sammy huffed at his brother’s sarcastic tone and rolled his eyes again, making a grab for the jar, “I couldn’t let them kill him!”
Dean couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at that, “What?”
“They would’ve completely destroyed him.” Sammy shook his head and lowered his eyes to the ground, “I couldn’t let that happen.”
At the sudden serious shift, Dean raised an eyebrow, “You do know he’s just a snowman, right? He’s not real?”
“I know!” He stomped his foot in agitation and brought his eyes back to his brother’s face. After a moment of searching, he sighed, “Just forget it.” He turned around, heading back over to the bed, “It doesn’t matter.”
“Whoa, hey,” Dean took a couple steps after him, “You just… don’t care anymore?”
At the sullen shrug, Dean sighed, why does he have to be such a…child about things? He scrubbed his free hand down his face as he stared at the jar, what’s the point of saving a bunch of frozen water? It’s not like he could’ve thought it’d last long. Dad’s gonna be back tonight and then-
The blonde cut off his train of thought as the idea hit him like a lightening bolt. His head whipped up to stare at his now-depressed brother, who was hunched over on their shared bed, no… Dean swallowed thickly, no. There’s no way…
He forced himself to take in a deep breath before making his way over to the bed. He cleared his throat and tried to swallow down the lump as he saw what his brother was holding, “W-whatcha reading, there?”
The youngest sighed at that – the kind of sigh one let’s out when they realize they’re out of options – and slowly turned to face his brother, revealing the book that was sitting open on his lap.
Dean felt his blood run cold as he saw it was their Dad’s journal. He quickly snatched it out of his lap, “Where did you get this?”
“It was under our pillow.”
Dean closed his eyes, feeling like a knife stabbed his heart as he heard his brother’s monotone voice, no. Not yet… he’s too small. “Y-you shouldn’t have this.”
“I’m not stupid, Dean.” At the nearly snapping of the blonde’s neck at the sentence as he turned back around, Sammy shrugged, “Dad comes in covered in blood all the time…”
“B-but-”
“I figured out a while ago he was killing things,” Sammy shook his head, eyes drifting to the jar that was still in the eldest’s hand, “I just wanted to save something for once.”
Dean open and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words. But what could he say? His brother could never un-know what he’d learned… maybe it was selfish of him to want to keep it from him – he’d never gotten a chance to be a child, so he’d wanted Sammy to have that chance.
Dean stared down at the jar in his hands, boring holes into the two lumps of coal that were packed against the side. It only took him a moment longer of staring before he finally made his way back over to the freezer. He gently placed the jar back in it and nodded to himself, good.
He felt his brother’s questioning look before he even turned away from the freezer. Once their eyes connected, he plastered a smirk onto his face, “What? I like Terry.”
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Written: 22.12.01
Words: 860
Fluff, Destiel, 2024’s 1st Christmas story
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“I’m back!”
Cas brushed himself off as he made his way through the door. He had to use more strength than usual to push it closed against the howling wind. After a moment of wrestling, he leaned against it to catch his breath as it finally closed. He dropped his shopping bags and toed off his boots, ears perking at the silence that greeted him, “… Dean?”
“I, uh, I thought you weren’t coming back until later.”
Cas’ brows furrowed at the hesitant tone as he made his way up the small steps that led toward the living room, “The specialty store was closed, so I’m gonna have to go back out to get Gabriel’s present.” If it’s still in stock by then. He stopped a few feet away as he spotted the blonde up on the ladder in front of the mostly decorated Christmas tree. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed his husband’s tense back, “You need any help?”
“No, no,” The blonde quickly descended the ladder, tossing something quickly into one of the decoration boxes, not bothering to turn around, “I’m good.”
Cas let out a small chuckle as he ventured closer, “Think you could tell that to my face?” He slipped his arms around the hunter’s waist, wrapping him up in a tight hug, “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“Nothing.”
The angel gave his husband a pointed look before rolling his eyes as he noticed the blonde was staring at the ground, “Fine. Don’t tell me.” He let go of his waist, making his way slowly toward the kitchen, “Guess I’ll just go get started on the pies… alone…”
That got the blonde’s attention. He whipped his head up and took a half-step closer, “P-pie?”
“Uh-huh…” Cas nodded, unable to help the smile that crept up his face as he held the door open, “Are you too busy to help?”
“No! No, I uh,” The blonde flicked his eyes to the box before shaking his head, making his way over, plastering his signature thousand-watt smile on his face, “I’m never too busy for pie.”
“Just remember we’re making them and not eating them.” Cas chuckled, allowing the blonde to pass him. “Let me just grab the fillings and we can start.”
“No, wait!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Cas dashed away from the kitchen, making a bee-line for the box of decorations. He paused as he scanned the ornaments, what was he hiding from me?
After a moment of finding nothing, he frowned, looking up to a clearly embarrassed blonde, “I don’t get it. It’s just a box of decorations.”
“I…” Dean let out a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face, “It’s under the blue bulbs.”
“Under the…” Cas turned back to the box, brows furrowed. He carefully lifted the box of ornaments out, furrow deepening as he spotted a picture of himself, sitting inside a gold frame.
He pulled the picture out, eyes scanning it carefully. He opened his mouth after a moment, “I… don’t get it.” He flicked his eyes back up to the blonde, “Why would you hide this from me?”
“I…” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and gestured half-heartedly to the tree, “was gonna put it on the tree.”
“Why?”
The blonde sucked his teeth in annoyance, letting his eyes go skyward, “Are you really gonna make me say it out loud?”
Cas spun around to face the tree, holding up the picture, “I don’t get it! Why would you…”
His question died on his lips as he saw the ladder again and the realization finally hit him. He couldn’t help the swell of love he felt in his chest as he turned back around, face melting at the hunter’s absolute embarrassment, “You were gonna put me at the top of the tree.”
It wasn’t a question, but the blonde reluctantly nodded in response, anyway.
Cas rushed backward, wrapping the blonde up in another tight hug, this time also capturing his lips. Though he wasn’t expecting it, Dean wasted no time in kissing his husband back.
The raven-haired man pulled back after a breathless moment, wide smile still on his face, “Let’s do it.”
“D-do what?”
Cas rolled his eyes before backing out of the hug, climbing up the ladder to place the picture of himself on the top of the tree. He gently rested the picture against one of the top-most branches, curling a few others around the edges of the frame to ensure it stayed in place.
Once he was happy with the placement – and sure it wasn’t going to crash to the floor – he carefully climbed back down the ladder, wiping his hands on his pants, “There.”
He turned around, chuckling as he spotted his husband’s confused look, “What? You don’t want me up there anymore?”
“No, I just, uh…” Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, blush sweeping across his cheeks, “What about the party? When everyone, y’know…”
“Pfft, please,” Cas waved a dismissive hand before leading the blonde back toward the kitchen, cheeky grin on his face, “It’s not weird to have an angel at the top of the tree.”
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Written: 23.11.20
Words: 2,963
C2C
“You better watch your tone, Boy.”
Dean did his best to ignore the pang in his stomach at his father’s disapproving voice. His hand only faltered a little, but he kept the gun trained on the intruder’s head, “I’m not gonna ask you again.”
John took a step into the room, “We don’t have time for this.”
“Make time.” Dean took a swift step to the left, effectively cutting off the man’s path, “You’re not getting any weapons – and we damn sure aren’t gonna help you – until you answer my questions.”
“Dean-”
“Or, if you prefer,” Dean cocked the gun, and raised an eyebrow, “I could just kill you now.”
After a tense moment of prolonged eye contact, John let out a deep sigh and his shoulders deflated, “Fine.” He held up his hands in mock surrender and not-so-slowly made his way over to the small dining table in the corner, “Just… ask fast. If this bastard gets away because you were interrogating me…”
Dean gave the man a once over – he sure as hell looked like his father – the way he carried himself, his mannerisms and even his annoyed parent face were all very convincing – but Dean couldn’t shake the feeling something felt… off.
And not just because John was dead.
Dean closed the distance between them, keeping his gun at the ready. He reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand and tossed the silver flask of holy water onto the table, “First things first.”
John raised an eyebrow, “Is this really necessary?”
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Written: 24.10.17
Words: 492
Wee!Chesters, 2024’s Halloween fic
Bobby awoke with a loud gasp, flying into a sitting position. He rubbed his eyes as he looked around his dark room, chest heaving as he attempted to get his breathing back under control.
I’m not old enough to go choking on my own spit…
Bobby’s brows furrowed as he heard faint mumbling floating from up the stairs, what the hell? He reluctantly got out of bed to investigate, not missing the clock on his nightstand reading 3:30am.
He shook his head as the sounds got louder as he descended the stairs, the boys should know better than to leave the TV on. His frown deepened as he heard a scream then the unmistakable sound of a chuckle.
Not 100% sure if his tired brain wasn’t just playing tricks on him, he made his way into the living room, unable to hold back his exasperation as he saw Dean was laying down in front of the TV, fake fangs and empty candy bar wrappers sprawled out around him on the carpet.
“What the hell are you still doing awake?”
Dean jumped about a foot in the air at the sudden intrusion. It took a moment for his wild eyes to make Bobby out in the dim light, to which he let out a big breath of relief, “You scared me!”
Bobby walked over to turn the lamp on, “Do you know what time it is?”
Dean winced as the room flooded with light and he sat up, “The movie’s not over!”
The father-figure didn’t even bother glancing at the television as he raised an eyebrow, “No horror movie is 5 hours long.”
Dean averted his eyes at that and rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, “Well… I might’ve started it later than that.”
“No shit.” Bobby grabbed the remote off the table and paused the movie, “Bed. Now.”
“Oh, come on!” Dean looked back to the screen and gestured at it, “There’s only ten minutes left!”
Bobby narrowed his eyes, “You sure you’ll be able to wake up for school tomorrow?”
“I swear, Uncle Bobby. I’ll even wake up early!” At the look, a sheepish grin split the blonde’s mouth. “Okay, probably not early, but I will wake up on time!”
Bobby plopped down on the couch and rubbed his chin as he pretended to think, “I don’t know…”
Dean turned his best imitation of Sammy’s puppy dog eyes on the eldest, “Pleeeaaase?”
Bobby couldn’t resist chuckling at the face and waved his hand, “Fine. But I’m serious about you going to bed when it’s over.”
“Yay!” Dean practically bounced with excitement in place as he snatched the remote back off the table. “I don’t know why you’re so worried,” He sank back down onto the carpet just as he let out a big yawn, “I’m not even sleepy.”
Bobby couldn’t resist a yawn of his own as the movie came back to life and chuckled again, “Goodnight, Dean.”
Dean’s fingers tap the bottom of his plate as his eyes roam over the display of food.
“Bobby’s really outdone himself this year, eh?”
Ellen’s voice startles Dean out of his head and he let’s out a nervous chuckle, “Huh, yeah…”
There wasn’t an empty square of counter in the whole kitchen. Food was everywhere. He knew Thanksgiving was the food holiday, but this… he did not remember this much food last year.
Maybe there was and I just never noticed?
Ellen drops the serving spoon back into the green beans before spinning away from the display to grab some cutlery off the table, “I’m almost out of your way, don’t you worry.”
Dean lets out another half-hearted chuckle, fingers tapping against the bottom of the empty plate that was clutched to his chest more rapidly as he watched her disappear behind the swinging kitchen door.
As soon as it swings closed, he lets out a deflating breath and eyes all the food, game time.
He licks his lips as he lowers the plate from his chest and reaches for the first set of serving utensils. 3 pieces of turkey, 142 calories. He pauses in front of the bird, come on Winchester. You can do better than that.
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Dean paused, hand resting on the knob of the motel door. He hung his head and let out a sigh, “I know.”
“But then… why?”
The confusion in the question got him to turn back around. He hadn’t quite steeled himself against the huge puppy dog eyes his younger brother was beaming at him. He forced himself to take in a breath and walked the few steps back toward the bed, “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“But Dad’s gonna be so mad.” Sammy couldn’t help but twist his fist into the blanket he was clutching to his chest at the thought, his giant eyes not leaving his brother’s face, “If you take the blame…”
“It’ll be okay, Sammy.” Dean forced the corner of his mouth to turn up into a smile as he reached out, ruffling his brother’s hair, “I can take it. Besides, Dad’ll be so tired from work, he probably won’t even notice.”
“But I-” The younger brother cut himself off as the motel door opened.
Dean didn’t miss the way he tried to back himself up, despite already being pressed against the headboard, and stood from the bed, turning his attention to their father.
John took a few shuffled steps into the room – just far enough for the door to swing closed behind him – before he pitched forward, looking ready to collapse into the carpet.
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Sam forced himself to turn his gaze to the floor, off his brother’s face. He knew he wouldn’t understand, that he was sick of dealing with this – hell, Sam was sick of seeing him – but not talking about his hallucination wasn’t working anymore. He had to tell someone he trusted.
And there was no one he trusted more than his brother.
He couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. He had been standing on the precipice of going off the deep end for months, and he just… couldn’t do it anymore. Not alone.
So yes, even though he knew it hurt, he had to say something.
But he wasn’t prepared for the look on his brother’s face.
It was a look he’d become all too familiar with. The same look he gave him when he left for Stanford, the same one he got when he chose Ruby… that heartbreaking mix of shock, sadness and utter disappointment.
The ‘I don’t even know who you are anymore’ look.
No matter how old he got, or how much shit they’d gone through, that look always managed to whither the giant. It was like he was suddenly five years old again, getting caught stealing the last cookie.
“I…”
Sam closed his eyes, not daring to look up from the floor. The trailed off sigh hit him right in the heart, “D-don’t…” Sam took in a shuddering breath and held up one of his hands, “you don’t need to say anything. I just thought you should know.”
An incredulous chuckle escaped the blonde then, and he heard the rustling of his sweater fabric as he ran a hand through his hair, “Oh gee, you think? Jesus, Sam…”
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