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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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Buttercup The Squirrel (Preview)

Written: 14.02.09

Rewritten: 21.01.24

Words: 671

NFF, Funny


On her upcoming birthday, she wished she’d be able to sail around the world. Her owners were old however, and they rarely left the dock nowadays. So, Buttercup decided to take matters into her own hands. She figured, if she could get the Smelly Liquid to fuel the boat, her owners would be more likely to reconsider.

Resolved with her decision to help, Buttercup undoes the latch on her cage and jumps out the window, narrowly missing the dock and landing in the water. She scurries quickly down the old wooden boards, knowing she has to be careful now – outside her boat, she looks no different than any other squirrel. She scurries through the park, getting only momentarily distracted by a nearby acorn.

She shakes her head before pushing onward, unsure of where she could find the Smelly Liquid. She stops running as she reaches the edge of the park, and looks up and down the street in front of her, unsure of which way to go. She thinks for moment, overcome with joy as she sees a sign on a nearby building. Perfect!


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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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Shut Eye

Request #24, from hallmarkdestiel (Tumblr): I have another idea. There was only one bed. But it’s Crobby.
Started: 21.04.02
Finished: 21.04.05
Words: 1,425
Crobby

“I told you I’ll be fine,” Bobby growled into the phone as he shifted the file he was holding to dig out his motel key. “I did used to hunt solo before you idjits needed me to run phones on every case, y’know.” He wrenched the door open after a moment, tripping on the lip of it, “Balls!”

He landed hard on the motel floor, file and cell phone shooting out from his hands. He got himself to a sitting position, removing his ball cap to run a hand through his hair as he watched all the papers from the file flutter to the floor. He let out a long sigh, before grabbing the phone off the ground, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, Dean. I just tripped.” He got himself back to his feet and closed the motel door, “Who’s bright idea was it to put a step on a ground-level room?”

Bobby shook his head as he locked the door, resisting the urge to sigh again, “Listen, Dean, I’d love to continue this conversation, but unlike you boys, I don’t keep a pee bottle in my truck, so unless you wanna-” He cut himself off, face splitting into a smile as the line disconnected, I’ve gotta remember that one more often.

He kicked his shoes off before collapsing on the bed, letting out a groan as he sank into the mattress. He checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed, before his eyes slipped closed, I have time for a quick nap before meeting with the coroner.

 

 

“Bobby…”

Bobby rolled over, toward the voice of his wife, not bothering to open his eyes.

She chuckled as he flung his arm over her middle, pulling her closer, “Bobby, we don’t have time for that. You’re late.”

“J’s five m’re minutes…” He felt her roll over, arm falling onto the bed and he frowned, “Nooo…”

“I’d love to stay, Darling, but you’re really going to be late.” His tired brain was unable to place what sounded off with her voice, so he finally decided to crack an eye open – to see a brunette with a beard starring back at him, “Morning Sunshine.”

Whoa! Bobby startled awake, grabbing for the gun under the pillow, firing off a shot before his brain caught up to what was in front of him. He heard an annoyed sigh, before the springs of the bed creaked as the man got up, “Are you going to shoot me every time?”

Bobby finally placed the accent and stood from the bed, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well I was checking on you,” Crowley huffed, checking out the new bullet hole in his suit, “But apparently even asleep you’re protected.” He shook his head, eyes going back to the hunter, “Seriously, I’m gonna have to start billing you for my dry cleaning.”

“Dean sent you to check on me?” At the nod, Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “That boy needs to calm down. I haven’t even been gone a whole day yet and-”

“Uh, what?” Crowley shook his head as Bobby blinked at him, “You’ve been gone three days, mate.”

“What?” Bobby dug his phone out of his pocket, “No, that’s not-” he cut himself off as his eyes landed on the date in the corner, that can’t be right. “I’ve been asleep for three days?”

“I know you’re getting up there, but that seems a tad overkill, don’t you think?”

Bobby shot the demon a look, “Aren’t you like three hundred years old?”

Crowley scowled, “Nevermind that.” He crossed the room, making a whiskey glass appear on the small kitchen table, “You weren’t snoring.”

“Excuse me?”

The demon took a swig from his glass, “You weren’t snoring.” At the unchanged expression, Crowley sighed, “Just… trust me, you snore when you sleep. But not this time. Ergo…”

“I wasn’t asleep.” Bobby’s brows furrowed, I was drugged? I haven’t even been in town- His face changed as he remembered the diner, “Shit.”

The corner of Crowley’s mouth pulled up into a smile, “Care to share with the class?”

“The diner,” Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “I stopped for a burger last night. That’s gotta be where the thing is hiding.”

“Excellent!” Crowley took a few steps forward, finishing his drink, “Then let’s go.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “You’re not coming.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need your help?”

“Pfft, please. You just lost three days because of a burger.”

Bobby rolled his eyes, “Tell Dean I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Fine,” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “Go without me. But don’t expect me to swoop in and save you when things go sideways.”

Bobby snorted, “Deal.”

With that, the demon was gone. Bobby took in a deep breath, looking around the motel room, noting the file was sitting on the kitchen counter – back together. He shook his head before shoving on his shoes, heading for the door, let’s hope whatever it is is still there.

 

 

Bobby dug his key out of his pocket, shaking his head, what the hell kind of monster is this? I’ve never seen a body that- He stopped himself just inside the door as he spotted Crowley sitting at the kitchen table, “What the hell are you doing back here?”

“My job.”

“Right,” Bobby closed the door, tossing his jacket down on the bed, “And since when does the King of Hell take orders from hunters?”

Crowley bristled, getting up from the chair, “Well excuse me for not wanting to stay indebted to those denim-clad nightmares. I do have more important things to do than sit around and wait for them to call.”

“Great,” Bobby plopped himself down on the bed, kicking off his shoes, “Then why don’t you go do those more important things, and I’ll get on with the case?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re crochet-y?”

Bobby snorted, “It’s been said.” He readjusted his ball cap as he watched the demon, who seemed hesitant. He let out a sigh, “Why are you really here?”

“I already told you-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re settling a score with Dean. But that doesn’t explain why you’re hanging around. You could’ve reported I was fine this morning and went about your business. But you’re still here. Why?”

Crowley shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “Can’t a friend just drop in on another?”

“We’re not friends.”

“Fine.” The demon sighed, swallowing what was left in his glass, “I thought this case maybe had something to do with an escaped Hellhound.”

“And now?”

Crowley shook his head, “I saw the body. If this was my girl, there wouldn’t have been that much left.”

Bobby took his hat off, running a hand through his hair, “And you didn’t tell me this at the beginning because…?”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “Because I don’t exactly jump at the chance to announce I screwed up. I am the King, after all. I have to maintain a certain… reputation.”

You let a Hellhound escape?”

“See?” The demon pointed to his face, “That is exactly the kind of look I was trying to avoid.”

Bobby let out a sigh, “Fine. Stay and help. But it’s…” he checked the time on the bedside clock, “1am, so I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Perfect.”

Bobby watched as he made his way over to the bed, “What are you doing?”

Crowley blinked at the hunter innocently, “What?”

“You don’t sleep.”

He raised an eyebrow, “So that means I have to stand on the hardwood for eight hours while you sleep?” He shook his head, “Watching hunters sleep is more Castiel’s speed than mine.”

“I was thinking more you could go to Hell.”

Crowley frowned, “And here I thought we were just starting to get along.”

“I’m serious. Go do your other royal duties.” Bobby placed his hat on the bedside table, before digging his phone out of his pocket, “Come back in four hours and I can fill you in.”

“Four hours?” Crowley tsk-tsked the hunter, “That’s hardly enough time to do anything productive.”

Bobby snorted, “Well we’re not sleeping together so…”

Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he pulled back the covers, “Get over yourself. This bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space left between. You won’t even know I’m here.”

Bobby let out a yawn, before nodding, “Fine. On one condition.”

Crowley perked at that, and turned expectant eyes to the hunter, half-sitting on the bed, “Yes?”

“Take your shoes off.”


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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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Settle (Preview)

Written: 20.11.28

Words: 340

Crobby


“Well?” Crowley raised an eyebrow at the hunter, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.

Bobby starred at the new baseball cap he was holding, swallowing thickly, “What is this?”

Crowley pushed off the doorway and came over to the hunters’ desk, “What’s it look like?”

Bobby finally raised his eyes to the demon, unable to contain his shock, “… You do know what today is, right?”

“You think we don’t have calendars in Hell?”

“So then…” Bobby looked back to the hat he was holding, trying to put the pieces together, “You got me a present?”

“God, no!” Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he jumped up to sit on the edge of the desk, “Pfft, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“… So you just decided to give me a new hat?”

“Yep.”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes.”

“… You do know what the word ‘present’ means, right?”


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New Things (Preview)

Written: 20.11.28

Words: 606

Dean x Reader, 2021’s Valentine’s Day fic


“Are you sure about this?” Dean looks hesitant as he undoes his belt.

“Oh yeah,” You give him a thousand-watt smile and lay yourself back on the bed, before tying the t-shirt over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“Alright,” you hear him sigh before feeling the bed dip as he kneels over you, sliding the belt around your wrists.

You let out a low breath as the cool metal of the buckle slides up your arms, stopping only once it’s resting against the butt of your thumbs. You can’t help the goose bumps that break out across your skin as you feel him lean down over you, lips just a hair above the skin of your neck. His familiar warmth and scent envelope you, and you can’t help but notice how much more intense things seem when you can’t see what he’s doing.

In the next instant his warmth is gone, and you feel the bed rise as he presumably gets up. You frown, and slowly move your legs around, frown deepening as you don’t make contact.

“Oh come on… don’t tell me you’re gonna leave me here? That’s just rude.”

His low chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as his warmth returns, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

You feel something drip onto your stomach, and you can’t help but flinch at it’s coldness, “Jesus! What the hell is that?”

He replies in the form of licking whatever it is off you, tongue strangely rough, and you’re briefly reminded of your cat.

His tongue disappears again and you huff, “Now what?”

“I think I heard something downstairs.”

You shake your head, “Very funny, Dean. If you didn’t want to do this, we didn’t hav-”

“Dean?”

“Shit!”

Sams’ voice calls from down the stairs, and the next instant you hear Dean thudding around the room, presumably to pull on some clothes.


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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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Son of a Bitch! (#3 – Christmas Edition)

Started: 20.12.22

Finished: 20.12.29

Words: 459


“Son of a bitch!”

Sam bolted upright, reaching for his gun on the nightstand in the dark. He tore out of his bedroom, sweeping the bunker as he went, “Dean?”

“I’m in here!”

He approached the kitchen, mind racing as he heard his brother continue to swear, “… You okay?”

“Fan-freaking-tastic.”

Sam stopped in the doorway as he spotted his brother standing in front of the open oven door, baking tray laying on the floor, amongst scattered pieces of broken cookies. Sam blinked in surprise, tired brain trying to make sense of the scene as he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, “What uh… what are you doing?”

Dean made the short trip over to the sink, running cold water over his bright red hand, “Burnt my hand.”

Sam shook his head, coming down the few steps into the kitchen, “And you’re baking at 4am because…?”

“I was trying to surprise you.”

“Why?”

Dean shook his head, “After the year you’ve had, I… I just wanted to do something nice.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “And you thought… baking was the best way to do that?”

The blonde gave his brother a pointed look as he turned the water off, shaking out his hand, “It is the holiday season.”

Sam scoffed, making his way over, to help pick up the broken cookies, “Yeah, but we aren’t exactly the celebrating types.”

Dean slammed his fist down on the counter, immediately regretting it as his knees buckled with the pain. He took in a sharp breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he let it out, “I just… I wanted to give you at least one good holiday memory. I mean seriously, it shouldn’t be that hard to-”

The blonde cut himself off as he felt his brother nearly slam himself against his chest, arms wrapping around his back, tightly. He opened his eyes and hugged his brother back, in spite of his surprise. Sam let go in the next instant, going back to picking up broken pieces of cookies, as if the hug didn’t happen. Dean stood there a moment, brows furrowing in confusion.

He made his way over to help his brother pick up the broken cookies, occasionally glancing at him as he helped, unsure of if he should say something. They continued in silence for a few minutes, before Dean couldn’t hold back anymore, “Sammy-”

“Don’t.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brothers’ tone but complied. Sam flicked his eyes up to the blonde’s face and sighed, running the hand that wasn’t piled with broken cookies through his hair, giving a sheepish shrug, “Sometimes you just need a hug, y’know?”

Dean nodded, unable to hide the smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth, I know.


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