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The Long One (Preview)

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Started: 21.09.28

Worked On: 22.07.06-22.08.31, 22.09.01-22.09.05

Finished: 22.09.06

Words: 14,469

SPN x Marvel, C2C

This is the 3rd and final fic in the 3-part mini series for this year.

“Sam!” Dean fired off a rock-salt round as he booked it as fast as he could to the entrance of the graveyard backward, “anytime now!”

The youngest Winchester suppressed his eye roll as he struck yet another match, huffing in annoyance as it didn’t light, “None of these matches are lighting!”

The blonde’s eyes moved between the large group of ghosts that were quickly surrounding him and his brother, who was somehow still standing over the grave they dug up, “Use the lighter!”

“I didn’t bring one!”

“You didn’t bring one?” Dean fired off another shot, bringing confused eyes to the brunette, “You’re joking, right?”

The giant tossed up his hands in exasperation before throwing another unlit match into the grave, “Just hold on! I can get this!”

“Yeah,” Dean was quickly being cornered into one side of the fence, gun dangerously low, “that might not be an option.”

Sam groaned as he struck the last match in the box, tossing the useless stick into the grave before grabbing his gun, “Fine! Let’s go.”

Dean did his best to hold back his eye roll as his brother sprinted toward him. He cleared as much of the ghost group between them as he could before his ammo ran out. Luckily, the giant wasn’t totally useless and cleared enough of the rest of them to allow the blonde to make a break for the entrance.

The giant was close on his heels, firing off shot after shot as the brother’s raced toward the car. As the car came into view, Dean felt himself relax slightly, we’re gonna make it!

“Shit,” The curse and the click of an empty gun from behind him dashed the eldest’s hopes almost as soon as they’d come on, of course.

They were maybe three feet from the car when they had to pull out the to-go salt packets Dean had grabbed from the diner earlier that day, thank God for that distracted waitress.

Sam’s leg was bouncing as the blonde struggled to rip one of the packs open, ghost hoard closing back in, “Is there even enough in there to make a difference?”

Dean groaned, bringing a pack up to his teeth, “It’s gonna have to be.”

He tossed some packets at the giant just as he managed to rip the corner of the one in his mouth, aha! He tossed the packet toward one of the closer ghosts, face falling as the packet hit the ground, no salt spilling out.

Dean let out an annoyed groan as they continued backing toward the car, “Is anything gonna go right today?”

Sam got his packets open, pouring the salt out into his hand before attempting to throw it. A few grains flew off his hand, most sticking to the sweat in his palm. He let out an annoyed huff and wiped it onto his pants, flicking his eyes over to his brother, “Now what?”

“We run for it.”

“Seriously?”

“Uh, yeah,” He took a chance to look back at the car before turning back to the growing angry ghosts, “the car’s close enough, we should make it.”

Sam snorted, “Should?”

The brother’s exchanged a look before turning around and booking it as fast as their legs would carry them toward their home on wheels.

Dean reached the car first, nearly sliding off balance as he tugged the passenger seat door open. He jumped through, sliding himself across the bench seat to the driver’s side of the car, just as Sam came jumping in after him.

The blonde wasted no time shoving the key into the ignition, car roaring to life. Sam barely got the door closed before he was tossed into the dashboard with the force of them peeling out of the graveyard.

They got a few miles down the road before either brother let out a breath of relief.

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to calm his heartbeat, “Told you we’d make it.”

Sam let out a humourless chuckle at that, “Yeah, right.” His brows furrowed in confusion as his brother turned left down the road, “Uh, dude where are you going? Grandview’s the other way.”

Dean flicked his eyes over to his brother, “And why would we go back to Grandview?”

“Because we left Melinda standing in a- watch out!”

The hunter cut himself off as a blinding white light opened up in the road ahead of them.

“Shit!” Dean stomped on the brakes as they went sailing into it, sound of squealing tires filling the air.

The light subsided just in time for the boys to watch themselves crash into an expensive looking table as the car came to a stop. The brother’s exchanged a look as they took in their new surroundings. It looked as though they were in some sort of workshop.

“Uh…” Dean flicked his eyes to the roof of the car, “Cas? This isn’t the bunker’s garage.”

“I don’t think this was Cas.” Sam’s brows were furrowed as he took in the room, “This place does look familiar, though…”

“I’ve never seen it.” Dean turned the car off, sitting back in his seat, “Should we be fighting or…?”

Sam shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“Sam!” Dean scrubbed a hand down his face as his brother got out of the car, sorry Melinda. He climbed out of the car a moment later, taking in the knocked over table, shattered computer screen and various shards of glass, wide glass panel walls to the left, and a man who seemed to be sleeping on the lone couch, his back facing them.

Dean bumped his brother’s arm, nodding toward him, “How the hell did he sleep through that?”

Sam turned to the couch and shrugged, “Maybe he’s dead?”

“Great,” The blonde rolled his eyes, moving a few steps further into the workshop, “That’s just what we need, more dead people.”

He shook his head as his eyes roamed over the rest of the space. He couldn’t help but let out a loud whistle as his eyes landed on a long row of classic cars lined against the opposite wall, “Damn, how did I miss that?”

“Dean.”

The blonde waved off his brother’s warning tone, “Relax, Sammy, I’m just looking.”

“Uh-huh.” Sam didn’t feel convinced, but shifted his focus from his brother to the man on the couch, anyway. He walked a few steps closer, craning his neck in a failed attempt to see the man’s face. “Do you think I should-”

A loud alarm started blaring then, effectively cutting off the end of the giant’s sentence.

He jumped at the sudden noise, eyes quickly locating his brother, who was two feet away from one of the red cars, guilt all over his face, “What the hell did you touch?”

The blonde held his hands up in mock surrender as security gates started lowering over all the windows and doors, “Nothing, I swear!”

“Well clearly you did something!” Sam rolled his eyes, waving for the blonde to join him back over by the car, “You’re such a child!”

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Blinded By The Light (Preview)

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Started: 22.02.16

Finished: 22.06.27

Words: 6,325

C2C, SPN x Ghost Whisperer

This is the 2nd fic of a semi-connected 3 fic crossover mini series. The first fic of this series is Rainbow Road

“What’d he say?”

Melinda jumped at the sudden voice beside her. She turned to her passenger seat, somewhat calming as she saw it was the ghost. She rolled her eyes and hopped out of her car, “If you didn’t disappear, you could’ve heard.”

“I didn’t mean to,” The ghost appeared on her porch, “I wanted to see him, but I-” the ghost flickered where he stood. His brows furrowed as he looked down to his flickering form, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s alright,” Melinda made her way toward the porch, stopping when she reached the steps. She gave the ghost a once over – now he was appearing clearly, and not covered head to toe in mud, she saw he was no more than sixteen, had dirty blonde hair, and was easily taller than Jim. She couldn’t help the stab her heart felt at his fallen face. “It can take time to learn how to appear.”

“I’m not ready,” The ghost shook his head, bringing scared eyes up from the ground to her face.

“I-I know this must be hard.” She shifted where she stood, taking a small step closer, “I can go back tomorrow. You can come with me, and maybe we can-”

“No!” The ghost’s outburst made her jump. His eyes turned angry, and he took a charged step toward her, “I’m not ready! I’m not-”

Bang!

Melinda screamed and ducked as she heard a gunshot. Staying crouched, she looked around wildly, seeing two men running toward her with shotguns. Oh my God! She hurried up her porch steps, shaking hands trying to unlock her door.

“Hey!”

She got the door unlocked just as they reached her porch. She slid inside the door, slamming it closed behind her, locking it before she ran up her stairs, speed-dialling Jim.

“Hey, Mel, I was just about to call you. Turns out Tom wasn’t actually sick, so I’m-”

“Jim!” Melinda couldn’t help the tears that sprang to her eyes as she booked it into their bedroom, pulling the closet door closed.

“What happened?”

“I-I was…” She sniffed loudly, forcing herself to take a deep breath so she could get the words out, “T-they… they tried to shoot me!”

“I’m ten minutes away.” Even through the phone, she could hear the sound of Jim’s truck speed up, “Get somewhere safe and hide.”

“I-I’m in our closet.” She could hear loud banging floating up the stairs, “I think they’re trying to break in.”

“Okay, good. Stay in the closet and call the police.”

“No!” Melinda swiped with her free hand at the tears running down her face, “D-don’t hang up.”

“Mel-”

“Jim, please.” She lowered her voice as she heard the front door bang open, “Oh my God.”

“Mel? What is it? What happened?”

“You can’t stay here.”

“Oh!” Melinda turned around in the small space, breath quickening as she was nose to nose with the ghost, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not safe here.” The ghost opened the closet doors, stepping out into the room, “You need to run.”

“Mel?”

Melinda took a cautious step out of the closet, “Run where?”

“No, Mel, stay in the closet. I’m almost there.”

The ghost pointed to the bedroom window. She took a cautious step toward it, slightly lowering the phone from her ear as her eyes drifted to the open bedroom door.

She turned back to the ghost, shaking her head as the sounds of the men stomping through the first floor floated up, “You want me to jump?”

“Better hurry.”

The creak of someone standing on the bottom step was all the incentive Melinda needed. She dropped the phone and rushed to the window, undoing the latch, before pushing it open.

It swung out, cool night air blowing in as her eyes searched the side of the house for something she could climb down on. She suddenly felt stupid for making sure Jim put the ladder back in the garage after he finished cleaning out the gutters yesterday.

She shook her head, turning back to the ghost, “I-I won’t make it.”

“There you are!”

The voice from the doorway made her jump, eyes widening with fright as she spotted a tall man in plaid pointing a shotgun at her. Her chin trembled as she raised her hands, “P-please, don’t-”

Bang!

Another shot rang out, making her duck behind the bed. She did a quick pat down of herself, eyebrows furrowing as she realized she wasn’t hit. She brought her eyes off herself and noticed the ghost had disappeared.

She heard more footsteps, stopping in her doorway, “You get it?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Maybe he’ll stay gone until we figure out where he’s buried.”

Melinda frowned at that, buried? Why would they–

“What about the woman?”

“What about her? We just saved her life.”

“Dean.”

“What? We can never get a thank-you?”

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Good Health (Preview)

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Written: 22.03.04

Words: 1,043

Destiel, Fluff

Dean took a long sip from his beer, eyes on the kids. He choked on it as he spotted Taylor’s swimsuit. He coughed, pulling the beverage away from his mouth, “W-what the hell is she wearing?”

“Her bathing suit.”

The blonde scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger at his little girl – who was definitely too young to be wearing a two-piece, “That is not her bathing suit!”

“Dean-”

“Where the hell did she get that?” He whistled, waving his daughter over, “That better not of been a present.”

“Relax, Dean.”

“Relax? Relax?” The blonde let out an incredulous chuckle, “My baby girl is wearing a bikini!”

“It’s not a-”

“How can you be so calm about this?” Dean shook his head just as Taylor came up to him. He cleared his throat, softening his voice, “Hey, Sweetheart. You having fun?”

“Yeah!”

“Good, good.” The blonde rubbed a hand on his chin, giving her a once over, she might as well be naked! “So, uh… w-where’d you get that?”

“Get what?”

Dean let out a nervous chuckle, gesturing to her bathing suit, “That… thing.”

“My bathing suit?” Taylor’s face lit up as the blonde nodded, “Dad got it for me!” She did a little twirl, tiny pink skirt flying up as she did so, “Isn’t it pretty, Daddy?”

Dean swallowed hard, “Y-yeah, it’s…” He turned bewildered eyes to his husband, “You bought that for her?”

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Son of a Bitch! (#4)

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Written: 22.03.01

Words: 419

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“Son of a bitch!”

Sam bashed his head on the window in his haste to sit up. He brought a hand up to rub at the side of his head, frowning with confusion as his eyes landed on the empty driver’s seat. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he moved them to the windshield, spotting his brother staring at something laying on the road in front of the car.

The giant rolled down his window, doing his best to push his sleepiness down, “What happened?”

The blonde shook his head, kicking at whatever was in front of the Impala, “Ran over a squirrel.”

Sam’s brows furrowed, “What?”

“A squirrel!” He gestured to the road, “It was a fat one!”

“So?”

Dean scoffed, “His guts are all over the front of the car!” He shook his head before making his way back to the driver’s seat, “I just cleaned her, too!”

“Sioux Falls has a car wash,” Sam rolled his window back up, stifling a yawn, “we can run through it before we go to Bobby’s.”

“No, we can’t.” Dean shook his head as he pulled back out onto the road, “We’re on our way there to help with a vamp nest. She’s just gonna get dirty again.”

“Then you can wash her after the hunt.” Sam’s brows furrowed as he leaned his head against the window again, eyes slipping closed, “What’s the big deal?”

The blonde let out a sigh, “I just…” his voice trailed off before he cleared his throat, “Nothing. Never mind.”

Sam adjusted his position, so his neck wasn’t so craned leaning against the window. He listened to the tires rolling down the road, the gentle whoosh of the wind flying passed the car, and his brother’s breathing. The sounds worked together like a lullaby, pulling him back toward sleep. He groaned in annoyance as he felt a whack to his shoulder, not bother to open his eyes, “What?”

He heard the blonde take in a breath, pausing before whatever he was gonna say came out of his mouth. The youngest heard him adjust his grip on the steering wheel, “You’re drooling on the window.”

“You know where we could go to fix that?”

“Fine, fine! We’ll take her to a car wash.” Even with his eyes closed, he could see his brother shake his head, “Gonna need industrial strength cleaner to get your nasty salad-drool off the glass, anyway.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and enjoy your sleep, Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

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Make It Count (Preview)

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This is Fic #9 of the Unlearning Series. There is only one more to go! Fic #10 will be coming out next month!

Started: 21.06.26

Finished: 22.01.14

Words: 3,930

C2C, Destiel, Crobby (Implied)

“This is your big secret?” He rolled his eyes again, “You could’ve hid this anywhere in Bobby’s house without him finding it, y’know. Why don’t you try to hide it on one of his thousand bookshe-” the hunter cut himself off as Crowley opened the box, revealing the shining engagement ring that was inside. Dean’s eyes flicked between the ring and the demon a few times, before he raised an eyebrow, “… What the hell is that?” He peered closer at it, eyebrows raising in surprise, “I-is that an engagement ring?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re showing me this…?”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, snapping the box closed, “I know Moose is the smart one, but honestly I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you.” At the still-confused look, he shook his head, slipping the box back into his jacket, “It’s for Bobby, genius.”

“Bobby?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up, lips twitching, “Y-you’re kidding, right?” At the serious look, the blonde snorted, licking his lips in a failed attempt to keep his laughter at bay, “Y-you are gonna ask…” his voice trailed off into a fit of laughter.

Crowley gave the hunter a tight smile, “Yeah, yeah, it’s hilarious.” He shot the blonde a death glare and stood up from the chair, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

Dean shook his head, “I-I’m sorry,” his shoulders twitched as he tried to wipe at his eyes, “it’s just, the thought of you asking Bobby to…” the blonde cleared his throat, trying to get his laughter under control, “that’s just… I mean, that would-”, the smile slid off his face, and he turned now-worried eyes to the demon, “t-that would make us…”

“Relax,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, unable to keep the cheeky smile off his face, “you won’t have to call me Daddy.”

Dean’s face scrunched at the mental image and shuddered, “Ugh.”

Crowley rolled his eyes, retaking his seat, turning expectant eyes to the hunter, “So…?”

“So…?”

Crowley huffed “How did the two of you once save the world?” He brought his eyes back to the blonde, and spoke slowly, “What do you think?”

Dean’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean? What do I think… about you wanting to marry Bobby?” At the nod, Dean sputtered for a moment, “I uh, I don’t know. It’s weird. I mean, do demons even- wait,” Dean raised an eyebrow, “Why are you asking?”

Crowley scrubbed a hand down his face, pursing his lips, “Because, I need to ask Bobby’s next-of-kin for permission.”

“But Bobby doesn’t have-” Dean cut himself off, eyes going wide as he finally realized what the demon was asking, “o-oh!” He tried to shift closer, but was still unable to move, and raised an eyebrow, “You need my permission before you can ask him?”

Crowley shrugged, “I’m unfortunately bound by tradition.”

The blonde smirked, “So, you won’t pop the question unless I say it’s okay?”

Crowley sighed, “Well, you and Moose, but I’ve already asked him.”

“What? When?”

Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “That’s not important. What’s important is getting your answer.”

“No way in Hell.”

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Straight to Me (Preview)

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Originally From: 17.08.24
Rewritten: 20.04.21-22
Finished: 22.02.11
Words: 4,065
Wincest (Implied), Sabriel, Dark-ish, Hallucifer

“Dean!” Sam bolted upright, heart beat echoing in his ears.

He took in some panting breaths as he took in his surroundings. His brows creased as he saw he was back in Dean’s bedroom.

“Sammich?” Gabriel was standing in the doorway, looking unsure if he should come in.

The giant brought a hand up to the side of his head, “I don’t…” He closed his eyes, trying to will the what happened back to him, but it was no use, “W-what happened?”

Gabriel let out a heavy breath, leaning himself against the doorway, sadness in his eyes, “You blacked out.”

“What?” Sam shook his head, “No, I don’t-” He cut himself off as his eyes landed on the picture that was on the nightstand – it was him and Gabriel, the shorter man was leaned over the back of a chair, lips planted firmly on the giant’s cheek. How did I miss that before? The sinking feeling came back to him as he stared at it, “H-he’s dead, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” Gabriel hesitantly took a few steps into the room, “I’m sorry.”

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Rainbow Road (Preview)

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Started: 21.10.25

Finished: 22.01.12

Words: 4,839

SPNxMarvel, C2C, 1 of 3 semi-connected crossover fics coming out this year

“Yes!” Dean jumped up from the couch, dropping the sweaty controller on the table in triumph as the winner music played, 1st Place flashing on the screen, “Take that you little red-wearing bitch!”

He blinked his watery eyes, looking around for the first time in 19 courses. He grabbed his phone from the table, checking the time, 3am? I didn’t think I’d been playing that long… Now that his concentration was broken, the blonde realized how hungry he was.

He stretched his arms out over his head, back cracking loudly as he did so, ugh. Dean started toward the doorway, stifling a yawn, I’m gonna need fuel if I wanna beat Rainbow Road first try. He stretched his head to one side, then the other as he made his way down the hall, barely noticing the lights were flickering.

Dean made it to the kitchen, brows furrowing as he pulled open the fridge, seriously? He sighed in disappointment as he looked over his slim options, guess I know what I’m doing tomorrow. He closed the fridge before pulling open a cupboard, smiling as he grabbed a box of crackers.

The smile slid off his face as he shook the box. He flicked it open, sighing again as he spotted four crackers in the bottom. Dean closed the box, before replacing it on the shelf, small smirk on his face, since you were saving them…

He walked the few steps back over to the fridge, grabbing the last beer. He twisted the cap off, taking a swig as he stared at the lone apple sitting on the shelf. His stomach let out a loud grumble then, and he reluctantly snatched up the fruit, rabbit food is better than nothing, I guess.

Dean closed the appliance, before exiting the kitchen, making his way back to his man cave. He took a bite out of the apple just as he plopped himself down on his couch. Alright you little bitch, he took a swig from his beer before setting both down on the table next to his phone, picking up the controller again, let’s see what you’re made of.

The blonde pressed the button to advance to the next course, wiping his hands on his thighs in anticipation as the camera panned the length of the multi-coloured road. Here we go… Dean subconsciously leaned closer as the camera came down on the racers, thumb twitching over the gas button as he waited for the light to turn green.

The blonde jumped as the light changed, mashing his thumb into the gas button, letting out a dissatisfied groan as his go-kart stalled, “No, no, no! Come on!”

He watched in despair as the seven computer-generated racers flew passed him. He grit his teeth, mashing his thumb back on the button as his go-kart finally moved. His eyes were glued to the track before him, being less careful than he should’ve been for a road with an awaiting abyss. He drifted too hard going into the first corner, go-kart skidding right over the edge of the track.

He sucked his teeth in frustration as he was fished out, being placed back on the track. His go-kart stalled again as it broke through a power-up box, much to his dissatisfaction. He started back down the track, small smile splitting his face as he got the three speed boost. He used them all in succession, quickly making up the distance between him and the other racers.

His legs twitched as he went into another corner, right on the tail of the seventh racer. His brows furrowed in determination as he went flying ahead of them, before tossing a banana peel a few feet ahead, smile lighting up his face as the sixth racer spun out of control.

Dean went through another power up box, unable to keep his evil laugh at bay as he once again got the speed booster. He hit two in a row, swerving between the fifth and fourth racers, “Now we’re talking!”

The blonde flicked his eyes to the map of the course in the corner, eyes zeroing in on the plumber, who was in first place. Not for long, red. He set his sights on the dinosaur that was a few feet ahead of him as he broke through another power up box.

His heart began to hammer in his chest as he watched the box cycle through the possible options. He wiped a sweaty hand on his leg again as he came to another corner. He took the turn too wide, mashing the right arrow button as he skidded dangerously close to the edge of the track again, “No, no, no! Come on, you little mushroom-head!”

In the next instant, the air around him changed, and he found himself speeding down a bridge. Whoa! He slammed on the breaks as his brain realized he was no longer sitting on his couch.

Dean blinked in surprise as he saw he was now sitting in a go-kart, dangerously close to falling off the edge of a bridge. He carefully peered over the side, boulder settling into his stomach as he saw an endless ocean, too far below for him to even attempt measuring.

Holding his breath, he carefully climbed out of the go-kart, backing up a few steps as it pitched over the side of the bridge. He swallowed hard as he was able to count ten seconds before hearing the splash, guess that rules out jumping.

Shaking his head, he turned around, taking a moment to orient himself. The bridge he was standing on had slow-flickering lights running through it, and looked like it was made out of crystal. There was what appeared to be a giant, metal mountain at the farthest end, and an observatory on the side he was closest to.

Where the hell am I? He instinctively reached to his pocket for his phone, groaning with annoyance as he remembered it was sitting on the coffee table. He scrubbed a hand down his face as he weighed his options, so, not only am I God-knows-where, but I also don’t have my phone? That’s… awesome.

He let out a sigh before starting in the direction of the observatory, there’s a better chance someone’s in there than in the metal mountain… right?

 

—

 

Dean huffed as he reached the doorway to the observatory, leaning against it as he caught his breath, it didn’t look that far away. He straightened back up after a moment, taking in the surroundings of the room. It was covered in gold gear-shaped objects, with an elevated platform in the middle, holding some sort of podium.

Dean made his way over to the podium cautiously, noting the half-moon shaped mural behind it. He made his way up the steps of the platform, eyes widening as he neared the painting, those stars look so real… He placed a hand on the wall, retracting it as he felt it was glass. This is a window?

He let out a low whistle as he continued staring, “I don’t think I’m in Kansas, anymore.”

“You’d be correct.”

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Leave Me Be (Preview)

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Written: 21.06.25
Words: 3,498
Destiel, C2C
This is fic #8 of the Unlearning Series!

“Dean?”

Crap, the blonde swivelled around in the chair, trying not to look as guilty as he felt as Cas came down the stairs, “Cas! H-hey,” He stood, in a failed attempt to block the wall, “What, uh, what’re you doing up?”

“Still adjusting, I guess,” Cas reached the bottom of the stairs, tired eyes flicking up to the wall, “You’re hunting?” He walked a few steps closer, wrapping the blonde up in his arms, “We just got you back!”

Dean let out a nervous chuckle, “I-I know. I just…” he let his voice trail off as he tried to think of a good lie, backing out of the hug.

“Is it important?”

Dean blinked in surprise, “What?”

“What you’re hunting,” the angel took a step closer to the wall, tilting his head to one side as he studied it, “Is it-” his sentence cut off into a sigh as he got a closer look, “Crowley?” He turned, raising an eyebrow, “You’re still hunting Crowley? After you almost died?”

“Cas-”

The angel took in a huffing breath, “You’ve been back all of two weeks, and you’re already planning on jumping back into the fire?”

Dean held his hands out in mock surrender, “I can explain!” At the raised eyebrow, Dean sputtered, running a hand through his hair, “H-he’s… he’s up to something! I don’t know what yet, but he is. I know he is.” At the scoff, he pointed to the wall, “Look! I saw him at Sam’s wedding. He snuck out right before the ceremony to make some shady deal. And when I followed him-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Cas pinched the bridge of his nose, “That was the reason you left as they started down the aisle?”

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The Front Line (Preview)

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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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When You Dream (Preview)

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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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