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Feast Mode (Preview)

Written: 21.06.10

Words: 1,416

C2C, 2021’s Thanksgiving fic


“Out of the way!” Dean ran down the bunker stairs, holding the arm that wasn’t carrying six shopping bags out in front of him, “The feast has arrived!”

“And what hole-in-the-wall’s cold turkey entrée did you get this year?” Sam didn’t bother to look up from the book he was reading.

Dean silently mocked him, coming to a stop in front of the chair he was sitting in, “None.” He plopped the bag with the turkey in it on his lap, “I’m cooking.”

Sam raised an eyebrow as the turkey landed on him with a dull thud,You’re gonna cook?”

“Yeah!” Dean beamed at him before continuing toward the kitchen, the giant on his heels, “Why does that surprise you?”

“Well…” Sam set the turkey down on the counter, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “You’re not exactly known for your cooking skills, Dean.”

“Pfft, so?” The blonde began putting the vegetables in the fridge, “You think just because I don’t do it often means I can’t?”

“No, of course not.” Sam slid himself down on one of the stools at the counter, “But I’ve seen you burn cereal, so…”


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The Front Line (Preview)

This is the last Unlearning Series installment that will be posted this year. The fics from now until the end of the year will all be holiday themed. But don’t worry! We’ll pick things back up with Fic #7 on Jan. 14th, 2022.

This is fic #6 of the Unlearning Series.

Written: 21.05.26

Words: 4,086

Sabriel, Destiel (Implied), C2C


“So, Big Bro’s missing?”

“Apparently.”

Gabriel nodded, jumping up to sit on the bed, “How long?”

“Since the wedding.”

Gabriel let out a whistle, “Damn.”

“Yeah,” Sam grabbed a fresh pair of clothes from the closet, beginning to pull himself into a pair of pants, “I know we had big plans for today, but-” he cut himself off as he tripped over one of the legs and fell to the floor, damn it.

Gabriel shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.” He snapped his fingers, eyes roaming over a now-fully-dressed hunter, “Just make sure you come back when you’re done.”

Sam snorted and got back on his feet, walking over to the bed to zip the duffle closed, “You’re gonna stay here?”

Gabriel shrugged, flopping back on the bed, “Well it is already paid for…” He shot a pointed look back to the hunter, “It’d be a shame if it went to waste.”

The giant rolled his eyes, “Sure.” He shoved his cell phone into his pocket, looking around the room, face growing serious, “Alright, I think that’s everything.”

“Good.” Gabriel sat back up, getting up on his knees so he was more-or-less eye height with the hunter. He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead before backing up a few steps, swinging the duffle up onto his shoulder, “I just wish I knew where to start looking.” He ran his free hand through his hair, “He could be anywhere.”

“Hmm…” Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment, holding his arms out to his sides, before opening them, “Got it.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “You found him? That quickly?”

“Well, no, not him. You guys still have that Enochian on your ribs. But I did find the car.” He popped a lollipop into his mouth, giving the hunter a victorious look, “And I think we both know if you find the car, you find Dean Winchester.”

Sam shook his head in amazement, placing another kiss to his head, “I knew I married you for a reason.”

“And here I thought it was because of my awesome bedroom skills.”

“Yeah, well, just because you can finish the marathon doesn’t mean you came in first.” Sam couldn’t help the smile that crept up his face at the offended look on his angel’s face. “So are you gonna tell me where the car is, or do you just expect me to guess?”

“Neither.”

“Neither?” Sam raised an eyebrow, letting out a sigh, “Gabe, come on. I know he’s not your biggest fan, but-”

“Ah-ah.” Gabriel held up a hand, cutting the hunter off. “Be careful.”

“Of course I’ll-” Sam cut himself off as he felt his feet leave the ground, what the…? He staggered backward a few steps as he landed on the ground with a thud. He looked around, and saw he was now standing outside a factory, Impala parked a few feet away. Sam shook his head and started toward the car, thanks Gabriel.


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Time to Change (Preview)

Written: 21.06.02

Words: 449

Sabriel (Implied)


“What’s the matter?” Sam skidded to a stop in the bedroom doorway, worried eyes scanning the room for his boyfriend.

He spotted him, lying on top of the bed, head dangling over the edge, “It’s too hot!”

The giant deflated in relief, “That’s it?” He shook his head and made his way into the room, sitting next to the ex-angel, “The way you were screaming, I thought you might’ve gotten stuck in the window.” Again.

“No,” Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh as he wiped sweat off his forehead, “How are you not melting?”

Sam shrugged, doing his best to keep the smile off his face, “My body has had time to adjust to temperature changes?”

Gabriel shook his head, “Being human sucks.


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Toes In The Sand

Written: 21.02.27

Words: 395

Wincest (ish)


“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Dean shook his head as he pulled the car up the dark, winding dirt road.

Sam snorted, raising an eyebrow at his brother, “What do you mean ‘talked you into this’? I barely finished getting out the word ‘cottage’ before you jumped me with agreement.”

A faint smile crossed the blonde’s face at the memory, before regaining his stern expression, “Yeah, well, you could’ve at least packed the map.” He peered out the windshield at the barely-lit-by-headlights dirt road, “Are you even sure this is the right road?”

The giant rolled his eyes, tapping his chin as he pretended to think, “Now that you mention it, maybe we were supposed to turn the other direction and drive into the lake. I don’t know how I could’ve forgotten to mention we’d need a spy car to get there.”

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he let out a huff, “I just meant we’ve been driving down this road for what feels like forever, and we haven’t found the place yet. Isn’t it at all possible-” He cut himself off as the trees opened and they pulled up in front of a run down looking cottage “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He raised an eyebrow at his brother as he put the car in park, “This is the luxury getaway weekend cottage?”

Sam shrugged, getting out of the car, “I never said it was a luxury cottage.”

Dean sputtered as he followed his brother out of the car, giving the cottage a skeptical once over, “Y’know this is how most horror movies start, right?”

“Please.” Sam waved a dismissive hand at him as he grabbed the duffle out of the back, “You’re not exactly college age, anymore.” He ignored the offended look he was given as his brother grabbed the cooler and started toward the front door, “Besides, since when are you such a scaredy-cat?”

“I’m not scared,” Dean followed him up the creaking porch steps, “I just thought this weekend would be a little more romance, and a little less Camp Crystal Lake.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he unlocked the door, “Can you just give it a chance? This place will look totally different in the morning.”

Dean took another look around the dark, covered-by-trees exterior and snorted, if we make it that long.


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Straight and Narrow (Preview)

This is fic #4 of the Unlearning Series.

Started: 21.05.17

Finished: 21.05.22

Words: 5,273

Sabriel, Destiel, Crobby (Implied)


Dean’s eyes swept over the guests, and he groaned as he spotted Bobby sitting with Crowley, oh, great.

“What is it?” Cas looked out in the direction he was starring at, “Oh,” he rolled his eyes, “They’re sitting on the opposite side of the church, don’t you dare start anything.”

Dean turned to his angel, offended, “I wouldn’t start anything.” He pursed his lips as his eyes slid back over to the pair, “I just… I didn’t expect him to be here, that’s all. He’s not exactly Sam and Gabriel’s biggest fan.”

Cas rolled his eyes again as the music started, and everyone stood, “He’s probably just here as Bobby’s plus one.”

“Yeah…” Dean let his voice trail off as he watched his brother and Gabriel start down the aisle. As they made their way toward the front, his eyes flicked back to the pew Bobby was in, and he instantly started scanning the church as Crowley was no longer standing beside him. Where did he…? He spotted the demon walking quickly down the side of the pews, headed toward the back of the church. Yeah, I don’t think so. Dean wiggled passed his daughter – to the end of the pew that wasn’t closest to the aisle his brother was walking down – only to be stopped by a questioning look from his angel, “Bathroom.”

Cas’ eyebrows shot up, “Now?”

He gave a half-shrug, “I’ll be back before they say ‘I do.’ Promise.”

Cas shook his head and let him pass, “You’re worse than the kids.”

Dean gave him an apologetic smile before practically running down the side of the church, eyes going back to the demon. Where is he going? He made it to the open doors at the back of the room, and ducked out, doing his best to not look suspicious as the doorman gave him a weird look. He scanned the small foyer for the demon, pit dropping into his stomach as he watched him round a corner with someone who definitely wasn’t working the wedding, that can’t be good.


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Romantic Dreaming

Written: 19.09.13
Words: 366
Sam x Jess

“I don’t like this.”

“Of course you don’t,” Jess smirked down at the giant before swinging her leg over the top of the fence, beginning to climb down the opposite side.

Sam shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other, starring up at her from the ground, “I just don’t understand why we can’t go somewhere else.” His eyes drifted to the No Trespassing sign that was hanging a few feet away, “Somewhere a little less… trespass-y.”

Jess rolled her eyes, “Will you quit being such a wuss and start climbing?”

“I’m not being a wuss!”

She gave him a pointed look, “If you hurried up, there’d be less of a chance of us getting caught, y’know.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, taking a look around the deserted road, “I just don’t want us to get in trouble.” He lunged forward as her hand slipped and she slid down the fence a few feet, “Or hurt.”

“I’m fine.” She waved a dismissive hand at him and continued to climb down the fence, more slowly than before. “Come on Sam,” she paused as she was more or less eye-level with the giant, wiggling her eyebrows at him from between the chain links, “Come be bad with me.”

Sam rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, letting out a sigh, “Jess-”

“Fine,” She jumped the remaining distance, landing easily on the ground, wiping her hands across her jeans, “You wait here then. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Wha…? Jess, come on.”

“No, you come on.” She took a step closer to the fence, anger clouding her expression, “I didn’t come all the way out here just to let a fence stop me.” She turned on her heal, beginning to walk away.

“Jess!” He watched as she walked away, nearly disappearing into the sunset, fuck.

He starred up at the fence for a moment, before shaking his head, she can’t go alone. Taking in a deep breath, he started up the fence, hoping to whoever was up there that this airport didn’t have any hidden security cameras. If you get us arrested on the night I’m gonna propose, I swear to God…


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(I Ain’t) Going Out Like That (Preview)

Written: 21.02.04

Words: 481

Gen., C2C


“Whoa, dude,” Dean raised an eyebrow as he came down the stairs after him, “You can’t shower first.”

“Why not?”

Dean gave him an incredulous look, “Uh, how about because I did most of the work?”

“It’s my shower.”

“Yeah,” Dean dropped his bag on the table, giving his brother a thousand-watt smile as he went to walk past him, “but I’m the oldest, so…”

Sam stopped him with a hand on his chest, “It’s not my fault you broke your shower.”

“I didn’t break it!” Dean shifted his weight under his brothers’ pointed look, “This place is just…old.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Riiight. The pipe just happened to break while you were having shower sex.”


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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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