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When You Dream (Preview)

Started: 20.05.02

Finished: 21.03.24

Words: 1,879

Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Hallucifer


Whoa! Whoa!” Deans’ panicked voice came from somewhere in front of him, and in the next instant there was a hand on his arm, forcing him to lower his gun, “Dude, put that away.”

Sam blinked rapidly, eyes slowly adjusting to the scene in front of him. He watched in confusion as Bobby slowly stood back up, ill-fitting plastic party hat hanging off the side of his head. The giant looked over to Cas and his brother, who were also wearing party hats, and only then noticed confetti was slowly floating down to the ground.

His brows furrowed further as he spotted the haphazardly hung streamers and balloons that lined the walls, “What, uh, what’s going on?”

“You almost shot me, that’s what.”

Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other, sending his father figure a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

Gabriel appeared then, blowing the noisemaker that was hanging from his mouth into his face. He thrust a party hat at the hunter, thousand-watt smile lightening up his features, “Happy birthday, Sammich!”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel, “… You threw me a party?”

Dean chuckled, making his way over to the table, picking up the half-drunk beer as he shook his head, “Told you.”

Gabriel shot a look at the blonde, before turning back to the giant, “Duh! What did you think we were just not gonna celebrate?”

Sam half-shrugged, fidgeting with the hat in his hands, “Well, I mean, I just… we don’t really celebrate my birthday, that’s all.”

What?” Gabriel gave the hunter an incredulous look, “Why not?”

Cas took a step forward, clearing his throat, “That may be partially our fault.” At the confused look he got, he shrugged, “Heaven was complacent with Azazel’s plan to kill Mary, then Jess, and only interfered after Dean got dragged to Hell… they made sure Sam didn’t feel his birth was worth celebrating, because he was to be Lucifer’s vessel.”

Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “That was our brothers, not us.” He shook his head and turned back to the giant, raising his hand, “Besides, my present will fix all that.”

“Whoa!” Sam backed up, “What are you…?” his brows furrowed as he read the angels’ face, before he raised his eyebrows, “Wait, were you going to erase my brain?”

“Not all of it,” he rolled his eyes, taking a step forward, “Just all the bad parts that happened on your birthday.”

“Wait,” Sam ducked away from the angels’ hand, side-stepping so he could back himself up into the room, “You can’t just wipe out my memories!”

Dean took a few charged steps forward, meeting his brother in the middle of the room, “You want to do what?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, “What are you being so dramatic about? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve had your brain Windexed.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “And, where did you learn lobotomies made good presents?”


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Game Night (Preview)

Started: 21.03.25

Finished: 21.04.02

Words: 2,427

Sabriel, Destiel, Crobby

This is fic #2 of the Unlearning Series. (Living In The Shade is #1)


“Ten seconds!”

Dean stepped to the side of his notebook, turning expectant eyes to his love, “Cas, focus. You know what this is.”

Cas was on the edge of the couch, head tilted, brows furrowed, “Is it… an apartment building?”

“No!” Dean stomped his foot, tapping the marker next to his drawing, “C’mon, man! You’ve gotta get at least one!”

“A… School?”

“Time!”

Dean threw the marker down on the table, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Fuck!” He made his way back over to the couch, collapsing in a huff as he picked up his beer, “I can’t believe you didn’t get any.

Cas let out an exasperated sigh, “Well it’s not like you helped much. You can’t just tap next to your drawing if I don’t get it – you try to draw something else!”

“Whatever.” The blonde took a long pull from his drink, “This is a stupid game.”

“You only think that because you guys are losing.” Gabriel smirked at the hunter from where he was sitting, placing the timer down, “I thought giving you an extra round would at least get you one point.”

Dean shot a look at the angel, “Well maybe the game is rigged?”

“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “I don’t need to rig a game to beat you.”

“Listen here you candy-loving, brother-crawling-”

“Dean!” Bobby shot the blonde a pointed look, “Maybe it’s time we switch games.”

“Maybe it’s time we switch partners.”

Cas scoffed, “You think this is my fault?” He pointed to the notebook, “Maybe if you didn’t have the artistic skills of a kindergartener we would’ve actually won a round!” Cas turned back to the notebook, eyes squinting as he starred at the drawing, “Seriously, what the hell is that?”

Anyone else here can clearly see what it is!” Dean turned expectant eyes to his brother, “Right, Sam?”


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Living In The Shade (Preview)

Requested: 21.02.09

Started: 21.03.15

Finished: 21.03.23

Words: 2,808

Destiel, Sabriel, Crobby

This is fic #1 of the new Unlearning Series. The series is based on Request #23.


“Pfft, come on!” Dean waved a dismissive hand, nearly knocking the Monopoly board over as he stood from the couch, “There’s no way I can pay that!”

Gabriel shrugged, satisfied smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair, “If you don’t pay, I win the game.”

Dean rolled his eyes, before they landed on his brother sitting in the corner of the room, head buried in a book, “Sam, your boy-toy isn’t playing fair.”

He didn’t look up, “Gabe, play fair.”

The angel sputtered a moment before turning around to face his boyfriend, “Well maybe you should tell your brother that buying all the properties that ‘sound cool’ isn’t a good game strategy.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, eyes still not lifting from the page he was on, “I thought Cas was Game Moderator?”

“He is.”

“So you’re asking me because…?”

Dean sat back down with a huff, “Because Cas left around the time Gabriel stole my last hundred.”

“I didn’t steal anything, Winchester.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest, “You land on my property, you have to pay.”

“That’s a dumb rule.”

“That’s how you play the game!” Gabriel shook his head before getting up from his chair. He stretched his arms above his head, before making his way over to the giant in the corner, “So, what’s got you so preoccupied that you had to miss Game Night?”

“You mean other then not wanting to get in the middle of you and Dean duking it out over fake money?” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finally lifted his eyes from the book and he shrugged, “Just thought I should brush up on some in-”

Cas burst in the room then, eyes frantic as he spotted the men, “Demons!”

Dean stood from the couch, posture immediately switching to Hunter Mode as he took a few steps toward his angel, “What do you mean ‘demons’? Demons are coming? Here?”

“Yes,” Cas took a few steps into the middle of the room, turning so he was facing the kitchen door, angel blade at the ready, “They followed me back.”

Dean rushed to his jacket, grabbing Ruby’s knife before tossing an angel blade at his brother, “I thought this place was warded?”

“It used to be, but after-” The sound of a door banging open cut off the end of the angel’s sentence.

Gabriel rolled his eyes before plopping himself down in Sam’s chair with a huff, “You’d think with Bobby shtupping their leader they’d leave you alone.”

What?” Dean turned to the angel, incredulous look on his face, “You’re kidding, right? Where did you get that idea?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him, “Uhm, because I have eyes. And ears. They’re not exactly quiet about it.”

A demon burst into the room then, evil smile splitting his face as he spotted the boys, “Excellent.” He leaned slightly back into the doorway, “They’re all here!”

Two more demons joined him then, all of them smiling widely. The first one took a step forward, “Where’s Crowley?”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “What makes you think we know?”

“Cut the crap, Winchester.” The first demon took a few more steps toward them, “Whenever the King goes missing, he’s always with you.”

Dean shrugged, holding his hands out to his sides, “Well, unless you think one of us is gonna poop him out…”

“Oh, good,” First Demon’s smile widened, “I was hoping we could do this the hard way.”

He flicked Dean back against a wall with a loud thud, before turning to Cas as he rushed forward. Cas tackled the demon to the ground, while the other two started toward Sam. The giant took a few steps toward them before being flung against the wall, angel blade falling from his grip. He let out a huff as he tried to pry himself off the wall, with no luck.

Dean stood up with a groan, just in time to see Cas plunge Ruby’s knife into the lead demon’s chest. He helped his angel up off the body, before he was flung back against the wall again. He struggled for a moment as he was pinned, sending daggers at the other demons, before noticing Gabriel was still sitting, examining his nails, “You planning on helping or…?”

“Oh, relax,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “They’re not here to fight.”

Dean snorted, “Oh, great.” He raised an eyebrow at the closest demon, “So this is just how you guys get your rocks off?”

“Careful, Winchester.” The demon who had him pinned took a few steps back toward him, “Just because we didn’t come here to kill you doesn’t mean it can’t end like that.”

Cas scoffed and took a step between the demon and his boyfriend, twirling the angel blade in his hand, “I’d like to see you try.”

“What the hell’s going on here?” The voice from behind them made the demon’s jump, effectively dropping the Winchesters to the ground. Crowley took a step into the room, raising an eyebrow at the demons, “Well?”

“U-uh,” One of the demons took a small step toward the Scot, “There was a problem, a-and we needed-”

“A problem?” He shot a look over his shoulder to Bobby, who was leaning against the kitchen door frame, looking just as unimpressed, “And what problem is so terrible you had to violate my Do Not Disturb order?”

The demon swallowed thickly, “W-well, Simon, y’know, the crossroads demon? H-he’s been-”

Crowley held up his hand, “Save it.” He turned to Bobby, apologetic smile on his face, “Can I get a rain check on tonight, Darling?”

Bobby raised an eyebrow at him, purposefully ignoring the questioning look Dean shot his way as the blonde struggled to his feet, “I thought tonight was the rain check?”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh and took a half-step closer to the eldest, “It’s not my fault they’re idiots.”

Bobby’s eyes flicked up to the two demons, “Yeah, fine. Go save the underworld.” He smirked as he brought his eyes back to their leader, “Not like I needed you for the whole night, anyway.”

The coy smile on the demon’s face made Dean shoot a half-confused, half-surprised look at his brother. Sam shrugged as Crowley turned back to his cronies, letting out a sigh, “Let’s get this over with.”

With a snap of his fingers, all three of the Hell spawn disappeared. Dean immediately took a step toward his father figure, “What the hell was that?

Bobby finally looked at the boys, expression smooth, “What was what?”

Dean took a another step, gesturing vaguely to the space the demons had just occupied, “That! A-are you-”

“Dating Crowley?”

Dean held his hand up as his brother closed the distance, “God, don’t say that out loud!”

Bobby shrugged, “So what if I was?”

Dean sputtered a moment, “I-it…it’s,” he turned to the other men in the room, searching for confirmation, “it’s sick!”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “Sick?”

“He’s a demon, Bobby! H-how would you even…?” The blonde let his voice trail off, nose crinkling as the mental picture hit him, “No, you know what? Don’t answer that.”

Bobby’s eyes moved off the blonde, “Sam?”

Sam half-shrugged, “I don’t want to think about you like… that, but if you’ve found someone who makes you happy-”

What?” Dean turned to his brother, “Have you completely lost your mind?”

“No, but I just-” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, eyes darting to the two uncharacteristically silent angels, “We have to be… fair.”

“‘Fair’?” Dean let out a humourless chuckle, “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Sam shifted his weight again, “We’re both dating angels, so it’s not exactly like we’re in a position to judge.”

“Yeah, but it’s Crowley, Sam!”

“And you’re with Cas.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Cas was never a bad guy!”

“I did once eviscerate your brother’s mental health in a bid to distract you while I attempted to open a door to Purgatory.”

Dean huffed, turning to his angel, “Y-yeah, but that was different.”

“How?”

His brows pulled together as he thought, “T-that… that was a long time ago. And you didn’t do that because you wanted to.” He turned back to his father figure, “Crowley has screwed us every single chance he’s gotten just because he could. Me and Sam would never date someone who would purposefully-”

Gabriel cleared his throat from his seat, sly smile on his face as Dean shot daggers at him, “Wanna rephrase that?”

“You guys are killing me.” Dean ran a hand through his hair, “We’d never date someone who was actively trying to screw us over.” He turned expectant eyes to the others, “Can we all agree on that?”

Bobby raised an eyebrow at the blonde, “So… what? Are you forbidding me from seeing him?”

“What? No. Don’t turn this into some weird teeny-bopper drama. I just…” his eyes searched the floor as he tried to find the right words, “Are you sure there’s no one else you’d rather, y’know…” his faced scrunched again, “do?”

Bobby snorted as he pushed off the doorway, “That’s not all we do, Dean.”

“Not all you…?,” the blonde reached a hand out behind him as he took a stumbled step backward, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Bobby rolled his eyes as he crossed the now angel-less room, “Quit being so melodramatic. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Not that big a deal?” Dean raised an eyebrow and followed him, stopping at the base of the stairs, “Ordering waffles and getting pancakes isn’t that big a deal. You dating the King of Hell? That’s a big deal!”

Bobby huffed, turning on the step he was on, “Well how ‘bout I make it real simple for you then, Dean?” He locked eyes with the blonde, face hard, “I never asked for your opinion, and I damn sure don’t need your permission. Got it?”

Dean swallowed thickly, but nodded, watching in silent surprise as the eldest disappeared up the stairs. He starred after him a minute – just long enough to hear a bedroom door close – before he ran a hand through his hair, making his way back to the couch, “Can you believe that?”

Sam approached cautiously, kneeling on the ground before picking up the empty game box, “That was a little rude, Dean.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No,” Sam shook his head as he started packing up the board game, “I mean you were rude.”

“What?” The blonde looked up from the fake money he was stacking together, raising an eyebrow, “You’re kidding, right?”

Sam let out a sigh, keeping his eyes on the board he was packing, “I know you’re not that big a fan of demons, but…” he let his voice trail off, brows furrowing as he searched for the right words, “Where did all that intolerance come from?”

Intolerance?” Dean scoffed, “I’m not intolerant. I just don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it to be respectful.” Sam flicked his eyes up to his brother, “You basically outlawed Crowley from his own house, after he saved our asses.”

“Sam-”

“No, Dean, look,” he closed the lid to the now-packed-away game box, and stood, “I don’t trust Crowley any more than you do, but don’t you think – that after everything – Bobby deserves to be happy?”

“’Course,” Dean ran a hand through his hair, before resting his arms on his knees, “But why can’t he be happy with someone else? Y’know, like a human. Any human?”

“Well we did kill Fate.” The corner of Sam’s mouth turned up into a smile, “Maybe he was destined to be with someone else.”

“Oh great,” Dean rolled his eyes as he stood, “Now you’re saying this is our fault?”

“No,” he clapped his brother on the shoulder, getting him to look him in the eye, “I’m saying don’t ask a person to choose between you and their significant other. You might not like who they choose.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply, before closing it silently, “Yeah, alright, fine.” He swatted his brother’s hand off his shoulder, making a break for the kitchen, “Can we get back to game night, now?”

Sam shrugged, “If you tell the angels it’s safe to come back.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Cowards.” He ran a hand through his hair again, “Fine. I’ll send out the Bat Signal while I start the popcorn. You pick the next game.”

“But, Dean, I was in the middle of-”

Dean turned, “Game Night was your angel’s stupid idea.” He shot his brother a cocky smile as he leaned against the door frame, “That means you have to suffer, just like the rest of us.”

 

 

Dean shot up in his bed, frantic eyes looking around the dark bedroom, what the…? He blinked his eyes rapidly, willing them to adjust to the darkness as he scanned the room, jumping out of bed as he saw a silhouette standing in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t bother with that, if I were you.”

Dean stopped, crouched beside the bed, arm halfway to the machete he kept under it. He raised an eyebrow as he placed the accent, “…Crowley?”

“The one and only.”

Dean rolled his eyes before straightening back up, “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“Ssshhh,” Crowley gestured for the hunter to meet him in the doorway, “Are you trying to wake him up?”

Dean turned to the bed, and was mildly surprised to see Cas sleeping, smushed against the wall, since when does he sleep? He made his way out into the hall, pulling the bedroom door closed behind him, keeping his voice low, “Well? What do you want?”

“I always thought angels would be too… hard to cuddle with,” Crowley sighed after a moment at the lack of answer, “Fine, straight to business, then.” He leaned himself against the banister, “It seems we have a problem.”

Dean snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’ve got lots of problems, Crowley. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“You have a problem with me and Bobby?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Not this again. Look, I don’t-”

“Normally, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think about me,” he flicked his eyes toward the bedroom at the end of the hall, sighing, “But apparently your opinion of me matters to Bobby. Which means we need to fix this. So,” he rubbed his hands together, giving the hunter an expectant look, “What exactly are you concerned about, hm?”

Dean scoffed, “You’re kidding, right?” At the lack of answer, he ran a hand through his hair, “Fine. You’re a demon, which means you feed on chaos, and love torturing those around you, just because you can. All you’ve done is lie, manipulate and try to kill both me and Sam,” he took a step forward, face growing serious as he felt the anger begin to bubble up in his chest, “And, perhaps most irritatingly, you’re juuust too useful for us to kill, no matter how much we’ve wanted to. So no, I don’t trust you. And I especially don’t condone your… whatever it is you’re doing with Bobby, because I know you’re incapable of having good intentions. But,” he took in a breath as he backed off a few steps, “for some reason, you seem to be making Bobby happy, so I’m not gonna stand in the way of that.”

Crowley nodded slowly, “Y’know you give pretty good threatening speeches when you’re half-asleep?” At the eye roll, Crowley took a few steps away from the banister, raising an eyebrow, “Are you sure you’ll be able to hide all of,” he gestured vaguely to the hunter, “whatever emotion that is?”

Dean gave him a tight smile, “I did it with Ruby, I can do it with you.”

Crowley snorted, “Yeah, because that ended so well.”

Dean rushed forward again, pinning the demon against the banister, “I got to stab that Hell bitch while Sam pinned her down after she royally fucked up, so yeah, I’d say it ended well. And, just so we’re clear,” he narrowed his eyes, nodding toward Bobby’s bedroom, “If you ever hurt him, I’ll be first in line to roast your bones over a bonfire. Got it?”

“Got it.” The blonde backed off again, and Crowley took a few steps away from the banister again, straightening his suit, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a tied up hunter to attend to.”

“Ugh,” Dean held up his hand, face twisting into disgust at the mental picture, “Just because I’m not gonna stab you in your sleep doesn’t mean I want to hear about your crazy demon sex. I’ve got more than enough life scars, thanks.”

A sly smile pulled at the corner of Crowley’s mouth as he started back down the hall, “Love you too, Darling.”


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Protest Line (Preview)

Started: 20.06.06

Finished: 20.12.26

Words: 527

Teen!Chesters, Cross-dressing

Originally written for the SPN Amino’s Pride Bingo 2020, for the Cross-dressing square.


“… Need any help?”

“No, it’s-” he heard another thump before the youngest let out a heavy sigh, “I… actually yeah. But you can’t tell anybody.”

What are you doing in there? Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face in worry and nodded, “Who would I tell?” He waited a moment, hand hovering over the door knob, “… Can I come in now?”

He heard some rustling, before another crash, and suddenly the youngests’ voice was closer to the door, “Promise you won’t tell Dad?”

Why do you sound… scared? Bobby barked out a laugh, “This may surprise you kid, but I don’t tell John everything.”

“O-okay,” he heard the lock on the door turn before it opened a sliver, youngest rushing back away from the door as Bobby entered. He turned as he saw Bobby enter and pointed, eyes wide, “Close the door!”

Bobby closed the door immediately and turned to survey the room. There was a broken lamp, clothes thrown all over and the youngest Winchester standing there in a pair of pantyhose that were sliding down his leg, and an ill-fitting evening gown hanging off his thin frame, looking like a deer in the headlights. Bobby took in a deep breath as his brain caught up to the situation, and he had to resist the urge to smile, “Well… I can see why you don’t want me to tell John.”


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The Prize (Preview)

Started: 20.04.25
Finished: 20.12.20
Words: 3,225
Destiel, Sabriel

“Are you sure you can handle them?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother in the mirror as he flipped his collar up.

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning himself against the door frame, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Hey, man, I’m just sayin’, if you can’t,” the blonde turned from the mirror, grabbing his tie from the bed, “We don’t have to go.”

The giant let out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow, “I just got back from a solo werewolf hunt, but you don’t think I can handle your kids?”

“Exactly, man, you’re beat!” Dean struggled with the tie for a moment, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “I’m serious, we can call this whole thing off if-”

“Dude, it’s your anniversary, you can’t cancel.” Sam pushed off the door frame, shaking his head before walking over, swatting his brothers’ hands away from the tie, “Enjoy your night out with Cas.”

“But what if-”

If they get unruly,” He shot his brother a smirk as he tightened the tie, “Gabe’ll drop them in a worm hole.”

 

 

“Taylor?” Gabriel came around the corner, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen as he spotted the five-year-old, who was struggling to pull herself up onto the fridge, “What are you doing?”

“Climbing.”

“Climbing, of course.” The angel couldn’t help but smile, and he cocked an eyebrow, “Just don’t go too far, okay? Wouldn’t want you to get stuck.”

The blonde smiled triumphantly at the angel as she reached the top, before she cocked her head to one side, eyes going wide as she saw just how far up she had gotten. She raised her wide eyes back to the angel, bottom lip beginning to quiver.

Gabriel shrugged, “This is why you gotta have a plan, Kiddo.”

She sniffed loudly, reaching her arms out in front of her, taking a step dangerously close to the edge of the fridge, “Down!”

He was across the room in the next instant, “Alright, alright, come on, Tarzan.” He reached his arms up to her, cursing himself for not being a foot taller, shit. He saw the fear in her eyes as he wasn’t able to reach her and he shook his head, shooting her a wink, “Don’t worry, Kiddo, this is why we keep Uncle Sam around.”

She gave the angel a small smile, and took a step backward, thankfully, just as her tears began to fall.

“Sam?” He did his best to keep what he hoped was a reassuring smile on his face, “No-no-no, don’t cry. We’ll get you down.” He turned his head slightly to the door, “Sam!”

A moment later the giant appeared in the doorway, twin brother tucked up under his arm like a football, “What?”

“We, uh, could use your expertise.” Gabriel nodded to the kid atop the fridge, reaching his arms up again, as if to prove he couldn’t get her.

Sam looked from the angel to the blonde, unable to keep the smile off his face as he made his way into the room. He placed her brother down on the ground before walking over to the fridge, shaking his head as he plucked Taylor from the top of it, “Climbing without a plan? Hasn’t Uncle Gabe taught you anything?”

“That’s what I said!” Gabriel shook his head as Sam went to put her down, surprised when she shrieked and tightened her grip around his neck. Gabriel cocked an eyebrow, “What, now you like heights?”

She shrugged and looked at Sams’ arms, “I won’t fall.”

“Riiight,” Gabriel rolled his eyes, hand snatching the end of Tyler’s t-shirt as he turned to leave, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“I want to watch a movie.”

Gabriel shared a look with Sam, who nodded, “Well that sounds like a great idea!”

They trooped out of the kitchen and into the living room, Sam depositing Taylor down onto the couch. Gabriel settled on the arm of the couch as Sam plopped down in front of the TV, beginning to sift through the stack of movies beside it, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Jurassic Park!”

Sam barked out a laugh, and didn’t bother to turn around, “Nice try.”

“Daddy let’s us watch it.”

Sam turned around and raised an eyebrow, reading the twins’ faces, “Really?”


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Second Wind (Preview)

Started: 19.07.09

Finished: 20.06.08

Words: 776

Sam x Jess


“Why can’t you just-” Sam cut himself off, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, don’t say something you’ll regret.

“Whoa, calm down, Texas.” Jess unfolded her arms and took a step toward the giant, “It was just a salt and burn, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“That’s not the point.” The giant let her guide him down to the couch, “You shouldn’t be hunting alone.”

“Pfft, what?” Jess gave him an incredulous look, “So you get to go out on hunts alone, and I can’t go out at all?” At the giants’ semi-nod, she raised an eyebrow at him, “You better be joking.”

“Well… it’s not…. I mean, you’re not, y’know….” he let his voice trail off, casting his gaze down, how can I make you understand?

“Not what, Sam? A guy?” She scoffed, “Good luck making that argument to Ellen. Or Jody.”

He was shaking his head, getting up off the couch, “No, that’s not… they’re different -”

“So… what?” Jess followed him up, re-crossing her arms over her chest, “I can’t hunt because I don’t have anyone close to me who’s been killed by a monster?”


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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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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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Pendant (Preview)

Started: 14.02.27

Finished: 20.03.31

Words: 5,713

Destiel, Sabriel


Sam!”

A hand slapped itself over Gabriels’ mouth, “Are you trying to get us killed?” Cas narrowed his eyes, voice barely above a whisper, “I said last we knew it was empty.”

Gabriel glared at the angel but nodded, allowing him to remove his hand, “I can’t believe you sent him here alone.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow as he checked the perimeter, “Are you forgetting he used to hunt all the time alone?”

“And look at what that got him.” Gabriel trailed behind the pair, ticking the items off on his fingers, “Addicted to demon blood, possessed by Luci, thrown into the Cage, soulless-”

“I don’t need a play-by-play,” Dean spun around to face the angel, “I was the one who was there, remember?”

“And maybe if you did a better job-”

“If I recall,” The blonde rushed the angel, pinning him against the wall, “It was your family that started the shit-storm me and my brother went through. So if anyone is to blame, it’d be you.”

“Dean.” Cas’ warning made the blonde drop him. He joined the trench-coated angel a few steps away, starring up at the stairs, “He shouldn’t have gotten too far.”

Gabriel shook his head, “If you had just listened to me-”

“Oh, here we go.” Dean rolled his eyes as they started up the stairs, “All hail the great know-it-all.”

“Well I have been around longer than your puny brain can comprehend. Think that gives me a bit of an edge, don’t you?”

“Gives you more time to make mistakes, maybe.”

“Stop it.” Cas stopped in the middle of the hall, blasting all the doors open, shoulders slumping as they were all empty, “This doesn’t make sense.”

“What?”

“We were only a few seconds behind him,” Cas frowned, eyes narrowing as he thought, “He should’ve still been standing downstairs.”

“So… what? Something took him?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Dean shook his head, ignoring the comment as he turned back to his boyfriend, “I thought this place was warded?”

Gabriel let out a low whistle, “How short is your memory?” At the blank stares he let out a sigh, “The demons joined the party around the time Dean got surrounded by vamps, remember?”

Cas shook his head, “I came back after and finished the warding.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to believe you came back here, after it was overrun by monsters, defeated all of them – alone – and then warded the place?” He turned disbelieving eyes to the hunter, “Do you buy that?”

Dean held up his hands in mock surrender as he shrugged, “I didn’t go back with him.”

Cas huffed before pushing past the men, making his way toward the stairs, “I can prove it.”

They followed him down the staircase, toward the back door. He ripped a strip of wallpaper off the wall, revealing painted sigils, “See?” His brows furrowed as he saw the sigils, “Wait… this isn’t right.” He ripped off another few strips of wallpaper, swallowing thickly as he revealed some of the sigils had been scribbled over.  He took a few steps back from the wall, head tilting as he starred at it. “I… don’t understand.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Dean held up his hand as Gabriel opened his mouth, “Aside from the obvious?”

The raven-haired angel shook his head, “This warding prevented them from getting in. But they would’ve had to come inside to disable them this way.”

“… And?”

“Not the brightest bulb, are you, Dean-O?” At the hunters’ look Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh, “A monster would’ve just created an earthquake or something to break the warding from the outside. But these were scribbled out, which means-

“They would’ve had human help.”

“Well, give the man a cigar.” Gabriel rolled his eyes before bringing his hand up to rub his chin as he thought, “So… who does Sam know who’d be willing to work with monsters?”

“Whoa,” Dean held up his hands, brows furrowing, “What makes you think it’s someone Sam knew?”

“Well he’s not here, is he?” Gabriel gestured to the empty house, “And – assuming Bro here didn’t zap him somewhere else – since there’s no signs of a struggle, that means he went with whoever it was willingly.”

“I sent him here.” Cas finally turned from the wall, “Whoever it is must also have the necklace.”

“Okay, so…” the blonde looked between the two angels, “who would Sam trust?”

 

 

Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde in the drivers’ seat. It had been so long since he’d seen her. Even longer since he’d seen her smiling, and although he wasn’t happy to learn she’d been hunting, he was just grateful to be within arms reach of her again. She was right there.

He couldn’t wrap his brain around it, he had watched her burn to death on the ceiling – and yet here she was, tapping her thumb against the steering wheel in time with the music. Just like she used to. He was doing his best to ignore the small part of him that told him something wasn’t right. He wasn’t stupid, when did these things ever not come with a price? But she’d passed every test he’d given her with flying colours, so he decided he would let himself enjoy it, at least for a little while.

“Will you quit starring?” Jess flashed him that gorgeous smile he’d forgotten all about, flicking her eyes off the road for a moment, “It’s starting to get creepy.”


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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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