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Every month, all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)
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Nominated by @autisticandroids
Plausible Deniability by timetravelingconman
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 9k
Fic Type: Smut, PWP
Trigger warnings: This fic is a CNC scene. No actual rapes takes place, but there is rape kink, and it's pretty under-negotiated
Dean and Cas doing undernegotiated CNC because Dean needs to be forced due to his internalized homophobia is insane. I'm obsessed with Dean getting mad at Cas for not just "taking what he wants." This fic is cashing checks I've seen written in many other fics, which makes it all the more satisfying. (Not meant to diss other fics, they just don't typically explore this angle.) The Cas characterization, how nervous and confused he is, is also primo.
Nominated by @flanneledfae
The Red Means I Love You by @spnbabe67
Pairing: Sam x Reader x Ruby
Word Count: 5,1 K
Fic Type: fluff, smut, dark fic, PWP
Trigger Warnings: period sex, somnophilia, blood kink, praise, degradation, pet names
Spnbabe's ability to pull me and place me right in the middle of a scene is outstanding! She can make me feel and see things perfectly. And this fic is no exception. The closeness, the intimacy, the raw heat between these characters are very well written and believable. Plus, it's really freakin HOT!!
The hunt is over, but Samâs hands are still shaking by @thefriendlypigeon
Pairing: Sam/Cas
Word Count: 775
Fic Type: fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining
Trigger Warnings: no
This drabble is so sweet, so cute, and the characterizations are 100% on point. I am so glad I stumbled upon this little gem; it put a smile on my face and warmed my heart. Plus, the art is amazing!!
Nominated by @kazsrm67
Dad Bod Conundrum by @supernotnatural2005
Pairing. Dean/reader
Word count: 7.8K
Fic Type: fluff, smut
Trigger Warnings: body image insecurity
First off, I am a sucker for a good dad Dean fic. This fic is just so sweet and it takes a look at a post baby body but from a different perspective than we usually get or think of. I just loved it.
Nominated by @leatafandom
Stairway To Demons by @walkingaline
Pairing: Gen, Crowley & Castiel
Word Count: 2036
Fic type: canon divergent, Crossover
Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Insert Creepy gentleman clap here. I flippin' loved this story and the dynamic between them is so well written here. This is one of my favourite Buffy episodes and it was handled so well in a crossover setting! It is just a delightful short story and crossover. The characterization for both the Gentleman and Cas and Crowely are so well done In can not recommend this story enough. It was such a fun treat to read.
Green Bracelets by @crowleysmistress
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Word Count: 5839
Fic Type: canon divergent, Case fic, weirdcest
Trigger Warnings: Incest
This is such a fun concept and idea for a case fic with a lovely opening. The brother's dymic is so well written and so much wonderful characterization between them and utilization of body language is just wonderful. I dont want to spoil the tail but really you just don't see enough monster sex clubs fics in this fandom. It has filled my monster loving heart with th need for more. Fantastic read highly recommend it if you love monsters and wincest.
Starstruck by @breakaway71
Pairing: Castiel/Gabriel
Word Count: 718
Fic Type: fluff, AU
Trigger Warnings: No
Oh, this was so emotional and moving. It just builds so well so quickly until it just all culminates into that big moment. Just a fantastic story and truly a gem!
Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis
Thatâs What Friends Are For by @rizlowwritessortof
Pairing: Dean x OFC
Word Count: 2409 words
Fic Type: fluff, angst
Trigger Warnings: No
As always, Riz delivers a Dean that is what we all want: kind, caring, protective, sweet, and absolutely swoon-worthy!! No matter how hard she fights him, he fights for her harder. Y'all gotta read this one, guys!
Nominated by @trevelies
The Abyss Gazes Back by @old-man-ghost
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 37,535
Fic Type: angst, canon divergent
Trigger Warnings: no
This is actually 100% an attempt at cyber-bullying: but I am obsessed with this story and have been trying to astral project my will directly into the brain of @old-man-ghost for years to finish this. A super incredible s14 canon divergence where Dean/Michael go into the Ma'lak box, only to accidentally be found and released by a team of deep sea researchers... angst, super punchy writing, OBSESSED with the time jump. Just plain obsessed.
So what, youâre saying the Easter Bunny did it? by @floralxcay
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 15578
Fic Type: canon compliant, case fic
Trigger Warnings: no
Seriously one of the most fun case fics I've read in a long time! It has EVERYTHING: fight scenes, humor, great pacing, great characterization - I seriously felt like I was watching an episode of the show. It's a crack fic until it's decidedly NOT a crack fic, and the tone shift is SO Supernatural and Cay did SERIOUSLY SUCH AN AMAZING JOB. There was one scene where I was laughing out loud alone in my house. So seriously good.
Nominated by @walkingaline
Time To Release The Hounds by @hectatess
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 5K
Fic Type: Canon compliant
Trigger Warnings: Grief/mourning, animal death
I love Hectatess' tales about Crowley and his hounds, a lot! She never fails to fill them with so much heart and fun.
Bad Habits by @additionaladdams
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 7K
Fic Type: canon divergent
Trigger Warnings: no
I love Jade's stories about Crowley. This time, putting together Crowley and Rowena for a common goal, I knew we'd be in for top tier shenanigans!
A Day With The Fitzgeralds - IATEMYTWININTHEWOMB (AO3)
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: >1K
Fic Type: fluff, crack, canon divergent
Trigger Warnings: No
It's just too fun to see Cas handling toddlers, and the fact that it's done to give Garth some time to shine... chef's kiss. Quick read that's guaranteed to leave you smiling!
Lost by @awakenthemusic
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 310
Fic type: canon compliant, Character Study
Trigger Warnings: No
It's a little, short gem that focuses on Benny. Fantastic read!
Nominated by @xpurdyglambertx
Down The Rabbit Hole by @samanddean76
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Word Count: 5.7k
Fic type: smut, AU, RPF
Trigger Warnings: No
The author, Sal, claimed my Mad Hatter Jared art in a reverse bang, and took the fic in an entirely original and surprising direction from what I would've ever thought of! And as usual, she knocked it out of the park. If you enjoy smutty J2, definitely give this fic some love!
Heaven And Hell Be Damned by @jld71
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Word Count: 27k
Fic type: angst, smut, canon divergent
Trigger Warnings: MCD
This is a beautiful omegaverse fix it fic by one of my friends, Jen! We get a cool twist on the boy's late season characters with Angel Dean, and more demon blood Sam. It's hard for me to put into words just how well written this one is! Definitely give it a read and some love!
Venomous Tongues by @entropic-saudade
Pairing: Gen, Implied John/Dean but not really
Word Count: 22k
Fic type: angst, dark fic, hurt no comfort, AU
Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence This beautifully dark, religious horror fic is a result of Saudade's and my collab over in the @spneldritchbang!
This was a reverse bang, so I made the art, and the lovely @entropic-saudade claimed it and breathed life into my art with their story! I really had no ideas for plot when I made this piece other than symbolic factors (i.e. the scorpion communion), but Saudade took the art and absolutely NAILED this story! Definitely give it a read, and show it some love! It has all the angst and religious symbolism you could ever want!
Midnight Cowboy by @entropic-saudade
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word Count: 40k
Fic type: AU
Trigger Warnings: No
This fic encapsulates MANY of my fan fic faves: stripper Dean, age gap, mafia Cas, some angst, bottom Dean, Dean being Sam's guardian... etc. It's just perfection, and Saudade's writing is always amazing!
(Divider by @glygriffe)
THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!
I have been trying to get caught up on my writing and posting schedule. The end of the school year was a bit crazy this year but I'm back and hoping to get back to regular posting.
I posted Chapter 40 of That Wasn't On My Bingo Sheet today. Next Monday chapter 41 will post and then there will be a week break for my entry to the @storytellers-contest-tjac to post.
I will try to get back to posting weekly on my rewrite after that.
Summary: You're a biology major out on a campout doing some extra research when you discover a circle of downed trees and make the choice to investigate the area further. However, while you're there you see something you could never have imagined when a man's hand shoots straight out of the ground - just like something out of a zombie movie a man crawls out of his grave and walks away. When the urge to follow becomes too much you will soon have your life flipped upside down.Â
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, you, and pretty much any SPN character from season 4 on. . .
Warnings: anything that happened in the show will be mentioned or detailed in this series - and then some - including but not limited to: death, hospitalizations, injuries, pain, angst, fluff, smut, bad language, consumption of alcohol. There will be more warnings as chapters are posted I am sure. Â
Chapter Warning: Sam is having trouble adjusting to the bunker. Sam starts the trials by killing a Hell hound. The boys meet back up with James Frampton - someone from their past but with a new hobby, angst, a little fluff, and a tiny bit of implied adult content.Â
Word Count: 6,825
A/N: Cover image was created by me with a mix of my own photos and some from imdb
Dean and I were settling into the bunker nicely; we'd gotten a mattress for Dean's bed, deciding to have a nicer one in his room since that's where we'd both be sleeping. I'd hung a few trinkets in my room and organized my clothing. I decided it would be nice to have my own space to change in and a place to store my weapons when we weren't on hunts. I also had this niggling feeling that I should keep a space to retreat to when Dean and I needed space from each other.
I stepped in the room as Dean was placing a photo of his mom on his light stand, I was about to back out but Sam stepped into the doorway. It felt like a moment I shouldn't be witnessing at first, but once Sam was there I had no choice but to bare witness.
"Wow," Sam spoke up and Dean turned to face him.
"Not bad," Sam told him as he took the whole room in.
"Not bad? I haven't had my own room â ever. I'm making this awesome. I got my kickass vinyl, I've got this killer mattress," he settled on the bed grinning. "Memory foam â it remembers me."
Sam took a piece of gum from the wrapper, shoved it into his mouth and began chewing as Dean continued describing how the room was clean - no funky smells or creepy stains.
Sam nodded slightly and tossed the gum wrapper at the trash bin, missing it.
"Really?" Dean asked as Sam held his hands up to show his apology and moved to pick it up,
"I'm gonna go fix us some grub," Dean grunted and left the room.
"Sam?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yeah?"
"It's ok to feel like you don't fit in here, but it's also ok to make yourself a home," I stated, having experienced the true sense of home. Sure what he had with Jessica was homey and somewhat safe but Sam was most likely still looking over his shoulder just based on what he knew was out there.Â
"What I'm trying to say is it's ok to both want to feel at home and to feel awkward about it. I know you were a tiny babe and have no memory of home or your family but Dean got a little taste of that as a kid and he's just taking advantage of it."
Sam nodded, "I do want to feel at home, but I don't really know how," he admitted.
I picked up the picture of Mary Winchester, "Your mother was beautiful."
Sam nodded and his eyes flooded.
"You are not betraying her or her memory by feeling safe here," I told him as I handed the picture to him. "Dean isn't trying to be insensitive with his attempt to make a home here," I patted Sam's arm and went to the kitchen to see if I could help Dean with meal prep.
He wouldn't let me help with much but he did let me sit on the counter nearby and talk with him.
He wanted to know if I was still ok with our room arrangement. I explained I totally was and that I'd finished putting my clothes in the closet and the dresser. We talked about how weird it was to live someplace after all these years of motels, abandoned buildings, and sleeping in the car.
I talked about this fluffy blanket I had as a teen and how I thought I wanted to find one that was like it but I probably wouldn't be able to.
"You never know, all that 80s and 90s stuff is coming back," he told me before announcing, "Dinner is done. Can you grab the beers?"
We carried plates of burgers and the beers into the library; Sam was at a table with no less than eight books spread out across the table.
"What you reading?" Dean asked.
Sam glanced about, "Sort of, uh, everything."
Dean placed a plate down in front of Sam and stated, "Oh, good. Somebody's gonna have to dig through all this, and it ain't gonna be me."
Sam paused and lifted the top bun off his burger, "You made these?"
Dean answered with, "We have a real kitchen now."
"I know. I-I just didn't think you knew what a kitchen was," Sam replied.
I laughed and earned a small glare from Dean.
"I'm nesting, okay? Eat."
"That's not what that means," I giggled as Sam took the first bite of his meal.
Dean just sat there watching Sam with a proud little grin, "Huh? Yeah."
"Wow," Sam replied around his mouthful of food.
"You're welcome," Dean smirked as he picked up his burger.
The moment he got it to his lips his phone rang.
I hurried to take a bite of my own burger and it was amazing.
Kevin was calling, he told Dean something was wrong and to come quick.
I started to grab up plates as Dean ran from the library but Sam dashed back and grabbed his, taking another bite as he hurried out of the room.
When we got to the car I tossed my bag in and told Dean, "You should let Sammy drive."
"Why?"
"So you can eat," I replied as I handed him his burger.
He quickly pecked a kiss to my forehead, "You heard the lady, Sammy. You're driving," Dean tossed the keys to him and hurried to the passenger side as I slid into the back seat.
I had my bag ready to go so I'd taken the moment to wrap Dean's and my burgers - Sam had already eaten half of his before he got to his room to grab his gear.
A few hours later we got to Garth's houseboat and Kevin told us about these trials that needed to be completed to close the Gates of Hell. He'd only deciphered the first one so far, but it looked promising - all the person had to do was kill a hellhound and bathe in its blood.
I was apparently the only one who was hesitant about it - Dean said he'd go get the goofer dust and some supplies for Kevin; who'd been living on coffee, Advil, and hot dogs.
Sam said he'd start researching to see if we could find anyone nearby who stood out as possibly making a deal.
'Eew.'
I poked around and cleaned up some of the mess in Garth's houseboat and then settled in and helped Sam research.
Sam talked with Kevin about taking better care of himself as I did a little more cleaning and settled in to do some  deeper research.
We found some interesting information on the Cassity family in Shoshone, Idaho. The family had been struggling when they suddenly struck oil even though it was geologically improbable for the area they were in.
"I can't believe this is the closest deal to where we're at," I grumbled as Dean returned and we filled him in on the case.
I immediately didn't like Ellie - she had secrets and was far too friendly with my soulmate, but we were undercover and had work to do, so I stuffed my feelings down and moved on.
Dean helped cook dinner, Sam was basically the server and eye-candy for the ladies, and I was there to assist with whatever I was told to do.
Kevin was working on finding us something to help kill the hellhound and called to tell us that they could be seen by looking through an object that had been scorched with holy flames.
So between prepping for dinner and the arrival of the rest of the Cassity family we scorched some glasses and got ready for a hellhound hunt.
I was upset because Dean kept insisting that he would be the one to kill the hound and complete the trials, Sam argued that it should be him that completed the trials and I just wanted to scream.
'Why does my soulmate always want to sacrifice himself!?'
As the dinner went on, the Cassity's started a conversation amongst themselves about a traveling salesman named Crowley - who'd visited about 10 years prior.
It turned out that several family members made deals as well as Ellie, during Crowley's visit. Ellie's deal was made to save her mom and I could tell that hit Dean square in the chest.
When Alice Cassity escaped the house Sam and I chased after her but Sam had the glasses on so he could see the hellhound and was able to send Alice off to safety. Moments later the hellhound charged Dean swiping a gash in his side, causing him to fall down and lose his glasses.
"Nooo!" I screeched and fell to my knees as flashes of Dean's memories hit me.
I vaguely remember Sam stabbing the hellhound but mostly I laid there writhing in pain as fire radiated outward from my torso. It felt like my guts were being ripped out while the wounds were simultaneously being lit on fire.
When I came out of the vision, I was laying on the bed in Ellie's room as Sam whipped her up a hex bag, and Dean just sat next to me holding my hand.
I jumped up and wrapped myself around him, "Oh thank god you're ok," I cupped his face and kissed him.
"Oh," Ellie gasped. "That's why you didn't wanna fuck."
I pulled away from Dean and stared daggers at her.
Sam filled her in, "Yeah, they are soulmates, but we were busy working a case so they don't make a big deal."
"I thought she was just being dramatic," Ellie murmured.
Ignoring them I blurted, "I'm so proud of you for being able to stand and walk and talk after surviving that."
He chuckled softly, "It's fine."
"No, I could feel the pain. You are so brave," I whispered.
His ears turned red and he glanced at the window across the room, "You bout done with that Sammy?" he asked, clearing his throat.
I took that as a sign to stop talking.
"Yeah, now Ellie you have to leave town. You'll be safe as long as Crowley doesn't find you."
Even I knew that was a band-aid fix for the poor girls problems because as Sam pointed out - the moment she dies she's still going to hell.
"But at least she might get to live a few more years," I reasoned.
Dean wasn't happy with it but he agreed to let Sam continue with the trials.
A few days later, I could tell Sam was hiding the fact that the trials were hitting him harder than he wanted to admit and I could feel that Dean didn't fully believe Sam.
We arrived in St. Louis, Missouri to see James Frampton, a police officer who'd saved the boys a few years prior. We weren't sure what exactly he needed our help with but since we had just gotten back to the bunker we were only eight hours from St. Louis, or about six hours the way Dean drives; so we headed there and booked the last room at the Sleepy Lodge Motel.
The boys were arguing over who was the best stooge as we drove from the motel office to the back of the property where our room was. I was doing my best to ignore them, because I'd lost my headphones sometime on our last hunt. The drive had taken longer than expected because of the rain and ice that had popped up between the bunker and our destination, so everyone was slightly on edge anyways.
Once in the room the boys talked a little more about what James might need and then Dean decided to go on a beer run, asking us if we needed anything.
Sam said no, but I asked for a coke so I could have a "girly drink" before bed.
Dean paused to ask Sam if he was doing ok after taking out the hellhound and Sam told him he was fine, and not to worry so much because Kevin didn't even know what the next trial was so he had time to rest and be ready.
"You staying here?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower before you two lugs use up all the hot water in the whole motel," I teased.
Dean grinned and walked out the door.
I was sorting out the last few clean items I had as Sam began to unpack some of his belongings so I hurried in and took a quick hot shower.
When I came out we heard a scraping sound coming from the front door - it completely freaked me out and I froze looking at Sammy with wide eyes.
He opened the door to find a Doberman whining at the door.
"Did you see anyone with a dog when we arrived?" he asked me.
"Nope, it's so cold out there I don't think anyone who loves their pet has them out."
Only a moment had passed but the dog suddenly ran in and jumped up on the bed that Dean had claimed earlier.
"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam attempted to coax the dog back outside but all she did was whimper.
"Uh...No. Um," Sam closed the door and stepped a little closer. "You friendly? Friendly. Good," he pat the dog on the head, "All right. You're a pretty dog."
The dog whined again and then rolled over, "Oh, really? You want, uh -- you want a little belly scratch, huh? So, who do you belong to?" Sam asked as he scratched her belly and then checked her collar for an ID tag.
"No tags?" I asked.
"Nope," he sighed and continued petting the dog until the sound of the Impala pulling up snapped him back to reality.
"Dean's not gonna be happy," I mumbled.
"Nope," Sam agreed and rushed out the door.
I stepped into the bathroom to hang my towel up but I could hear Sam saying, "Okay, okay, okay. Before you get pissed off, look, I-I just want you to know this isn't my fault. She just showed up at the door, okay? Didn't track in any mud. Just wanted her belly scratched. I-I figured maybe she could stay tonight, and we'd try and find her a home tomorrow."
I snickered at the way he was wording things to Dean but when Dean entered the room and I stepped out from the bathroom we were both surprised to find a very attractive, nicely dressed woman sitting on Dean's bed.
"Sure, she can stay the night," Dean smirked, "But she's gonna have to share your bed," he added with a laugh.
"Two seconds ago, she was a dog," Sam replied as he unsheathed his knife and stalked toward the bed.
I fumbled through my bag trying to ready both the clip full of silver bullets and witch killing bullets because I had no clue what this chick was.
"Who the hell are you?" Sam barked.
"Not a shapeshifter," she assured. "So you can stash the blade."
Dean placed the items he'd purchased on the table and moved to stand closer to me as Sam stood at the end of the bed ready to strike.
"I'm a familiar."
"A what?" Dean asked.
"Companion to a witch," Sam and I answered in unison.
"Some witches split their time between human and animal form," Sam continued.
"I get a more accurate read on people in my other persona. Approaching guys in a motel room like this --well, it gets complicated."
"Fair enough, but what makes you think approaching us was a good idea?" I asked.
"My name's Portia. I belong to James Frampton."
"No. No, no. See, that --that doesn't work for us, 'cause that would mean that our buddy, James, is a witch."
Portia snarked, "Wow. You're quick."
"James is a freaking witch?" Dean practically shrieked.
As it turned out James had become interested in the dark arts and had used his newfound powers to help solve some cases - quickly advancing up the ranks and pissing off several of his coworkers in the process.
Ed Stoltz was angry that he'd been passed up for lead detective and when the opportunity came to frame James, he pounced on it. Spencer, who was James' friend and mentor, was in love with Portia but became jealous when Portia and James fell for each other.
It felt very much like some type of soap opera but in the end the only thing James and Portia could do was to move somewhere else and lay low because the case that Ed built up against him was simply too much to go against and he knew his career would be over and he'd land in prison - not a great place for a cop.
As we left town Dean told Sam that he was wrong about the trials.
Dean and I had been talking about how Dean had to remember that Sam was an adult and needed to make his own choices. I told Dean, âI know it's hard when you practically raised him but he's not your child - he never was - even if you were literally playing the part of his parent you have to stop doing thatâ. Dean had agreed and told me that he'd set things right.
As the boys talked Dean explained that he understood that they were stronger together and he'd support Sam through the trials if he was still serious about completing them.
"Well, meeting Zeus wasn't on my bingo sheet," I quipped after one weird case where we met a man who kept dying every 24 hours.
"That's for sure," Dean chuckled.
When we returned to the bunker that night I told Dean, "Give me your bag and I'll start a load of laundry so we can dry it tomorrow."
"I'll write a note so we don't forget," he smiled at me and handed his bag over.
I dumped the contents of my bag into the wash and added a few things of Dean's before hurrying back to our room. As I drew near I could hear Dean's voice.
"⌠Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me. We are going into this deal blind... and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Sam. Now, he's covering pretty good, but I know that he is hurting, and this one was supposed to be on me. So, for all that we've been through, I'm asking you... you keep a lookout for my little brother, okay?" Dean paused, "Where the hell are you, man?"
I stepped into the room as though I heard nothing, "Got a load started. We'll have to do another tomorrow because it wouldn't all fit."
"That's ok," he smiled at me as he stood up and took off his shirts.
"Let's go shower," I grinned at him hoping we could use the sound of the running water and the old creaky pipes as a bit of sound cover.
"I like the way you think," he waggled his eyebrows and grabbed my hand, tugging me down the hall behind him.
Thanks to encouragement and support from my wonderful friends here, I have been finding the motivation and joy to start writing again.
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The majority of my fics will still focus on Jensen's characters, but I've been writing for other fandom characters too, so it's time to update the tag and master lists.
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Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader || Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy (background)
Summary: You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along?
[Set in S15 - "Fix It" for season finale]
AN: I had to finish the finale (maybe?) of this story verse before the end of Hispanic Heritage Month. đ This is the third installment of "Midnight Espresso!"
Song Inspo: âWe Made Itâ by H.E.R. (<- On repeat. Seriously if you haven't heard this one, you'll thank me later.)
Word Count: 7,600
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smutty smut, angst, hurt/comfort, Cuban slang, body insecurity, body appreciation, heartache, followed by the fluffiest fluffâŚ
â Midnight Espresso Masterlist
Al Mal Tiempo
Dean canât remember the last time he woke up quite like this.
âShit,â he grunts, clenching fists into the sheets.
He hears a muffled giggle underneath them.
Heâs lying on his back, one knee starting to bend as he jolts on reflex. But familiar hands are holding down his thighs, as even more familiar lips caress him through his sweatpants.
Dean raises up the blankets and sheets to see your slightly frizzy-haired head pop up. Your playfully mischievous eyes meet his.
âHey,â you greet him.
He raises a brow at you, smiling incredulously. âHey.â
You then give him an annoyed look. âDo you mind? I was working on something.â
You try and cover yourself back up with the blankets, but Dean tosses them down your body. He wants to see you in that tank top and those little shorts. He's already getting a nice view of cleavage, no bra, and youâre straddling his thighs. His knees slide up to press against your ass.
âI do mind, actually.â His voice is still coarse with sleep. He clears it a little, and he smirks. âI was getting some good Zs in. You know, before I was interrupted.â
Your hands glide smoothly up his thighs, your nails catching on the fabric. You tilt your head at him.
âYou really want me to stop?â you ask. Dean canât readily respond, because he felt the shape of your words against his dick.
He moans, his eyes closing, fingers gripping the mattress under him when your mouth and tongue continue to outline the shape of his cock through his pants.
âI think I could finish you just like this,â you tell him, and still, your lips never leave him. âOrâŚmaybe Iâm feeling generous.â
Your nails hook on the waistband of his old sweatpants. The elastic has practically no give as you pull down the hem and expose his risen length. Shooting him one more smile, you let your hands glide down between his hips before you finally take his waiting cock into your mouth.
You love the sound of Deanâs voice, especially when you have him like this. His hand buries in your hair, tangling in the curls.
âFuck, babyâŚâ he mutters.
Thatâs kinda the idea, you want to say, but your mouth is preoccupied. Your lips and tongue move over him slowly. And soon your hands join to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking whatever you canât take fully in your mouth.
You know heâs enjoying himself when his hand tightens in your hair. His breathing becomes labored, but still too steady for your liking.
You decide to pick up the pace. In your mind you think of a song to keep a good rhythm.
DevĂłrame otra vez, ven, devĂłrame otra vezâŚ
Que la boca me sabe a tu cuerpo. Desesperan mis ganas por tiâŚ
âWait, wait,â Dean says, guttural in his throat. He stops you for a moment with his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him in confusion, but you oblige him.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask in concern.
âNothinâ.â He shoots you a weary, lopsided smile. âJust thinking I want to have enough mojo to give you a good morning too.â
You snort. Mojo. This man.
But you shake your head. âYouâre the winner today, baby. I just wanna make you feel good.â
Itâs been a long year. You all had dealt with Michael taking Dean from you, at least for a while. Now Michael is gone, thanks to Jack, and theyâd managed to reunite Jack back with his soulâŚbut thereâs still Chuck to deal with. It hangs over you all like a malevolent cloud.
So you want to help Dean take his mind off all that, just for a little while. And maybe part of you thinks that if you love him that much more, he wonât despair as much over how Chuck has been manipulating the brothers WinchesterâŚbasically their entire lives.
You shouldnât have been surprised, however, when Dean grasps your arms and tugs you up until youâre level with his chest. His hand finds your cheek, brushing his thumb there, then slides into your hair.
He smirks. âWe can both be winners.â
A smile spreads across your lips, just before he pulls you into a kiss. Passion grows one into many, with hands disappearing under each otherâs clothes to remove them.
Strong hands part your thick thighs further, and long fingers find their way down between them. First teasingly along the seam of your pussy, then slipping inside to get you ready for him.
Your face buries in his neck as you moan encouragements into his ear, not all of them in English. By now, heâs learned a lot of what you whisper in Spanish. It still makes electricity spark down his spine, no matter what language youâre speaking in.
He knows when itâs time when the warm inner walls of your core are slick and gripping his fingers tight. But when he removes them, you shudder.
Both of you are breathing hard by the time he actually lines himself up inside of you. You use his shoulders for leverage, and the pads of his fingers circle insistently around your clit as you slowly sink down on his cock.
A keening cry escapes from your throat, while his free hand grips hard on your ass.
âAh, fuck,â he grunts. Your walls are already fluttering around him, squeezing him like a vice.
You pant for breath. Your loose hair falls around both of you, shielding you from all other thoughts and sensations other than this.
âYou feel so good,â you breathe, shifting your hips experimentally. âAlways so good.â
Dean nods, and you know what it means: For me too.
He sits up and crushes you against him, bare breasts against his chest. (He loves the feeling.) He wraps an arm around your back and twists, until youâre underneath him and laying against his pillows. He encourages your thighs to stay wrapped around his waist as he begins to pound into you.
You breathe a short laugh. âCanât let me stay on top?â
Dean grins. He grabs your hand and manages to press a kiss to your palm in between strokes. He knew what you were trying to do earlier, by taking care of him, but he canât help it. Heâs a giver.
And he knows exactly how to give it to you, shifting the angle of his hips to have you arching underneath him, gasping, clinging to his arms.
Thanks to your earlier treatment, that about does it for him. He canât stop himself from a shuddering release inside you (praise fucking be for birth control, he thinks), but he still makes sure you come with him. He strokes your clit at the same time as his last deep strokes, and soon your voice washes over him as you call his name.
Afterwards, Dean rests his forehead against your shoulder, laying a kiss above your breast. He just woke up a few minutes ago, and heâs already tired.
âOkay. I need a damn nap,â he pants.
A giggle pours out of you. You rub his back soothingly.
âThatâs what you get for doing all the work,â you tease. âI tried to help you.âÂ
âHelp with what?â
Both you and Dean freeze at the sound of Jackâs voice. Heâs just opened the door to your bedroom like you two hadnât expressly reminded him about privacy.
You yelp in shock, and Deanâs face screws up in a glare as he reaches back fast for the closest blanket to yank over you both.
âWhat the hell!â
âOhâŚsorry,â Jack says, shielding his own eyes. âSam just wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready.â
âYou didnât need to tell them right this second!â Sam calls from down the hall. Â
âKnock, man! We knock on closed doors in this house!â Dean says. House. Bunker. Whatever.
He adds, âOr better yet, when my doorâs closed, you give it a five-foot perimeter. Understand?â
Jack nods quickly and flees the room. âSorry!â
The door slams shut behind him. Dean shakes his head. You can almost see the fumes coming out of his ears. Youâre embarrassed and blushing, but youâre also biting your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing.
Dean looks down at you.
âItâs not funny. He needs to fuckinâ learn,â he says. His brows are still furrowed, but his mouth twitches upwards. âShouldâve locked that damn door.â
You reach up and twine your arms around his neck. Your lips get tantalizingly close to his.
âYouâre still balls-deep inside me,â you remind him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. âItâs kinda funny.â
Deanâs lips purse. He doesnât want to smile, but youâre making it difficult. Your hands slide down his chest, toying with his nipples as they go. You press a kiss to his throat. Meanwhile, your thighs squeeze his hips, reminding him of where he's still deeply buried. You smile when he utters a faltering sound.
"You tryin' to start something else I'll have to finish?" he teases. You give him a playfully narrowed look.
"Sure you got the mojo?" you toss back.
Raising a brow, Dean shifts out of you a few inches, just to push his half-hard cock back inside. You moan a bit, brows furrowed when the move stirs a tremor of arousal in your core. He hardens up fully at the sound, at the feeling of you clenching around him.
He smiles. âWell, well. Iâm thinkinâ Round 2 after all.â
You smirk up at him and give his ass a nice little smack. âThen it's my turn for a ride.â
With a huff, he lets the twist of your hips and soft hands push him onto his back.
In the aftermath of Round 2, both of you are spent before youâve even gotten out of bed. Itâs a rare lazy morning where you donât want to be bothered with another hunt, or even getting dressed just yet.
You have the cover of the warm sheets and blankets. Your back rests against Deanâs side, up against the headboard. His arm is wrapped around you, his hand intertwined with yours as you play with his fingers.
Heâs catching up on Dr. Sexy MD, but youâre admittedly lost in thought. You bring his hand to your lips, and you just hold it there.
Dean glances at you and finally notices your contemplation. He strokes a thumb over your ring and pointer fingers.
âYou okay?â he asks.
When you register his voice, you merely nod. But Dean isnât convinced.
âBaby,â he presses.
It finally earns your attention. You look over at him, and you realize that he knows you too well to be fooled. You sigh, in a way that has Dean pausing his show and giving you his full attention.
âWhatâre you thinking about?â he asks.
With your free hand, you rub at your eyes and cheek. âSam and Eileen. My heart just fucking breaks for them.â
Youâre thinking about what happened a couple of weeks ago. After learning that Chuck manipulated Sam, who found the spell to bring Eileen back to life, she justâŚleft.
Part of you wants to be angry with her; you love Sam like heâs your own brother. But you understand her as well. Being tied to Sam and Dean Winchester is like being tied to twin hurricanes. Youâve just been in this for far too long to let go of them now.
Dean nods at your admission, but he doesnât have an answer for you. He hurts for his brother too. Part of him even feels a little guilty, having what he has with you, when Samâs bit of happiness just keeps slipping out of his fingers.
âMaybe they just need some time to sort themselves out. Cooler heads and all that,â he says.
Time. You hope thatâs all they need. However, it also makes you wonder about other things.
âThatâs not it, is it?â Dean asks. Heâs watching you shrewdly, and your lips thin into a line.
âDean, what ifâŚâ
âYeah?â
You hate yourself for even thinking it, let alone saying it. But you and Dean had survived this long on honesty, above all else. You canât hide this from him anymore.
âWhat if Chuck manipulated us too?â you ask, in a small voice.
Deanâs face slackens. His hand releases yours, and he turns to face you more fully.
Emotion begins to clog in your throat and burn in your eyes.
âWhat if you and I wouldâve never met ifâŚâ Your voice trembles, unshed tears clouding your vision. âAnd even if we did, would you still have kissed me that night? When we got back from that huntââ
âHey,â Dean protests, but now that youâve begun, you canât stop yourself from spilling your latest insecuritiesâthe ones youâve been holding onto ever since Chuck revealed himself as the villain of the whole world.
âI mean, what am I?â you ask. âJust the diversity casting in Chuckâs story?âÂ
âDonât you say that shit to me,â Dean angrily snaps.
You gape incredulously. âExcuse me?â
âYou fucking heard me.â
You feel how tense his body is, but your temper snaps just as well.
âOye, mira ver,â you warn him.
Youâve levied that at him enough times that he knows all too well what it means.Â
âWatch it, my ass,â he retorts. âYou should know better than that.â
You frown at him, but he reads the thread of insecurity in the downturn of your lips, in your eyes that are starting to shine with tears. That always breaks him down.
Dean sighs and reaches for you then, cupping your cheek and brushing a thumb tenderly at the corner of your eye. Heâs even angrier at Chuck for making you doubt yourselfâŚand doubt him.Â
âCome âere,â Dean says.
You hesitate, but you go willingly back into his arms. You turn over and let him gather you against his chest. You rest against him. Your head tucks under his chin, and your leg slips between both of his.
âI love you,â he says, and his voice rumbles above your head. âThatâs it. Thatâs all that matters.â
You bite your lip. âButââ
âNo buts,â he says. Though his lips slowly tug at a smile. âWell, not that kind anyway.â
He gives your bare ass a playful squeeze under the sheets. You huff in amusement and swat him back.  Â
âYa, coĂąo. Enough,â you say with a laugh. âI probably have bruises back there.â
He just grins. âSo you get what Iâm saying?â
You let out a sigh. You push back enough to see his face, and you give him a soft smile.
âYeah.â
Dean nods, but he still sees the worry in your eyes. He tries to stamp down the rest of your insecurities with a kiss, slow and deep.
You break away from him after a while to ask, âReady for coffee?â
Dean sighs through his nose, but he hums in agreement.
âWill you make it how I like?â he asks.
A smile breaks across your face.Â
âCafĂŠ con leche?â you offer.Â
He nods. âYeah, please.âÂ
âSo polite,â you remark with a raised brow. âWhat a change of pace.â
His mouth edges into a smirk. When you turn to get out of bed, he makes sure to give your ass one last smack. You jump a little with a yelp, but he catches your smile in the mirror above the dresser. Â
Dean watches you shake out your curls and get ready for the day. You spend a lot of time blow-drying and straightening your hair, but he likes it like this too. Natural and wild.Â
He likes that you wear the âdream catcherâ (formerly known as your hole-ridden Journey shirt) a lot less. He likes that youâve stopped feeling the need to wear anything to bed at all, if you don't feel like it; that youâre more comfortable with yourself. Comfortable with him.
But your smile drops. Dean sees the gears of your mind continuing to churn as you get dressed.
He has a feeling, despite his best efforts, that youâre still not convinced about the Chuck thing. And while Dean wonât admit it, that cuts him deep.  Â
Six years agoâŚ
Las Cruces, New Mexico
The first time Dean met you was, of course, in a bar.
It didnât take all that long for him to notice you, if he remembers right.Â
Youâd agreed to play pool with some guy who also speaks Spanish with you, and you seem genuinely into the game. So much so, that you donât seem to notice how the guy is eyeing you.Â
Dean doesnât like the way the manâs gaze drags over your every abundant curve. Yeah, heâs been doing the same thing, but he likes to think heâs a little more classy about it.
Heâs sitting at the bar with a half-drunk beer in his hand, watching the game out of the corner of his eye. Heâs so invested that his beer is already flat and unpleasant, but when has that stopped him before?
âŚBut then, Dean notices what youâre doing. Youâre playing possum, making bad shots on purpose. His mouth curves behind his beer.
Little minx.Â
Until you sweep the guy for all his money, that is.Â
Dean watches the show in amusement. Secretly, he notes appreciation for the tight jeans, V-necked top and ankle boots. The red lipstick is the same shade as your manicured nails, and it all works well for you. The fullness of that pretty mouth would certainly work well for him.
He catches the way you sweep your hair out of the way, and the deceptive concentration in your eyes when you line up a shot on the second round. Your first turn. Â
You then sink each of your cue balls expertly, without missing one.Â
The swindled man gets mad, shouting at you in Spanish. You reply to him calmly as you lean on your cue stick. He gets even louder and reaches for the money, but before Dean wouldâve intervened, you stab at the manâs foot with the cue.Â
Your quick and clever hand gathers the money that you won, but because you seem to be kind at your core, you leave him thirty bucks for âgasolinaâ while he holds his foot.Â
You surprise Dean further by joining him at the bar.
âGood game,â he says, giving you props with a smile.
You give him a smile back. âThank you. Want to join me for another one?â
Your English is smooth, and so is your voice. Dean raises a brow at you.
âEven though I saw your little takedown there?â he asks. âThink I just saw all your moves.â
You laugh a little. âNot all of them.â
Was that a bit of flirtation in your eyes? Deanâs smile deepens into a smirk.
âBut donât worry,â you say. âI know how to play fair.â
He hits you with a bit of charm, lowering his voice with (he thinks) just the right amount of flirtation back.
âNow whereâs the fun in that?â
Your smile deepens too, despite your blush.
Cute, he thinks, before he follows you back to the scene of the crime. AKA: the nearest pool table.
Dean wracks up the billiards and sets up a new game. You hand him his cue, and he gestures at you.
âWinner goes first,â he says graciously.
âHmm, thought you were gonna say ladies first,â you reply.
âThat too,â Dean says. âIâm a gentleman, after all.â
You snort in response. âIâm sure you areâŚâ
âDean,â he supplies. He earns your name by the time he sinks four balls in a row.
You sigh as you level him with a look. You seem to realize that the two of you are more than evenly matched.
âDonât worry,â he says, shooting you a grin. âI wonât take all your money.â
And yet, when it gets down to it, he misses his last shot by a hair.
You watch him suspiciously when you two make it back to the bar.
âYou wouldnât have thrown that last shot on purpose, would you?â you ask.
Dean ducks his head and smiles, somewhat liking the fact that you caught him red-handed. Youâre smart.Â
âNow, what kind of gentleman would I be to take your âhard-earnedâ cash?â he asks. It earns a burst of laughter from you, with the shine of your teeth.
âYou could buy me a beer though,â he shrugs.
âWow. Okay, SeĂąor Smooth,â you tease. Though you get the bartenderâs attention and get him a fifth of whiskey instead, of the good stuff too.
Dean considers asking you out right there. Sam is waiting back at the motel, but Dean is willing to book another room just to get you to himself for the night. And if possible, for however long heâs in town.Â
âYou know,â you say after a while, halfway through your Long Island iced tea. âThe thing youâre hunting? Itâs not a garden variety spiritâŚitâs El Duende. Creepy hobgoblin, basically. Iâve been tracking it from three cities over.â
Dean is figuratively (and almost literally) set back on his heels. He tilts his head at you, furrowing his brows.
âYouâre a hunter?â he asks.
You laugh at the look on his face. âI saw you and another mountain man at the police station earlierâŚthough nice look on the FBI get up. Think your ID guy could hook me up with a new CIA badge?â
Dean smiles. This is gonna be fun.Â
Now:Â
People were starting to disappear.
Billie, the new Death, was doing this. Dean was convinced. And Sam thought everyone from the Apocalypse world (and others who shouldnât exist in this world) would be on her list. Ultimately, you all couldnât save anyone. Not even Eileen.Â
You and Dean both comforted Sam on that terrible night. Though he was still distraught as he decided to organize the other refugees with Jack and Donna.Â
You stuck with Dean in his plan to raid Deathâs library for Chuckâs book; the only thing in the world that told the story of how he would meet his end.Â
You chose to back up Dean in his plan, but really, neither you or Castiel thought it was a good idea to poke the bear known as Billie. Not for a book that none of you could read, except for Death herself.
But now here you are, in Deathâs library, watching with worry as Dean holds Deathâs own scythe against her.
âI didnât hurt your friends,â Billie grits out.
âWhat?â Dean asks.
She laughs humorlessly. âYouâre in the wrong place, Dean.â
âWhatâre you talking about?â
âPeople are gettinâ gone. Iâm guessing itâs Chuck,â she says. âAnd that means, youâre just wasting time.â
Her hands are braced against the weapon poised at her throat. She already has a stab wound in her shoulder. She tells him that the earlier wound he gave her has festered. Itâll never heal. Eventually, itâll kill her.
But she intends to take you, Dean, and Castiel with her.
Billie becomes the hunter, following the three of you back through the portal into the bunker. Deanâs hand is so tight around your arm, making sure youâre keeping up with him and never falter. Castiel does his best get you and Dean to safety. And after he wards it against her with his own blood, only the old dungeon is safe for you all.
For now.
Billie pounds on the door, over and over. Sheâll break through the warding eventually.
You grab onto Deanâs sleeve, just to hold onto him. He brings you close to him in a protective embrace. You see the panic in his eyes as his mind scrambles to find a way out of here, knowing deep down that thereâs nothing any of you can do. Castiel is nearly powerless. Youâre all trapped.Â
âThat wound is killing her,â Cas says. âWe might be able to wait her out.â
His gaze is on the floor, though he briefly looks up at Dean. He shakes his head.
âAnd if we canât?â
âThen we fight.â
Dean shakes his head. He pulls away from you to lean against the wall.
âWeâll lose,â he says. Your heart breaks at the way he looks, shame-ridden and defeated. âI just led us into another trapâŚall because I couldnât end Chuck. Because I was angry, and because I needed something to kill, and because thatâs all I know how to do.â
His eyes are red and burning. Yours swim with tears of dismay. You want to correct him as he continues to vent, speaking with a certainty that it was Chuck all along.
Dean looks at you then, and at Cas. Heâs close to tears when he says they shouldâve stayed with Sam and Jack. That everyone was about to die. And he canât stop it. And he canât stop Billie when she breaks through that door.
You donât know what to tell him to ease his guilt. All you know is that despite everything, you made your choice to support him in this. To stay with him.Â
You made your choice a long time ago, you realize.
âWait,â Cas says. His blue eyes burn with realization. âThereâs one thing sheâs afraid of. One thingâŚstrong enough to stop her.â
Deanâs eyes widen. Cas uses what strength he has left to push you and Dean away, and he summons the Empty.
Dean pulls you further along with him as the formless void coils up like ink through the walls and cement floors. It drags Billie into its darkness, but it claims Castiel with it, as it once promised it would.
After the angel gives up his life, you and Dean are holding each other against the wall, on the ground, shaking and each rocked to the core.
Youâre able to break out of your shock sooner than Dean, who just saw his best friend die. Â
You kneel beside him while he sits, and you hold him to you while you cry. He canât speak, but you know his guilt is eating at him.
His phone rings, startling you both, and itâs Sam. Dean canât answer it. He covers his face, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, as if that could stop the ache in his chest. You press a kiss to his hair, his temple.
âHe saved us, Dean. Itâs not your fault,â you tell him. He shakes his head. You know he doesnât believe you, but when he grasps your arm, his hold is desperate.Â
âItâs me,â he says. His voice is shaking and ragged. âEverything I do turns to shit. Everyone around me pays the price. Thatâs just how it isâŚif you were smart, youâd hightail it as far as fucking possible from me.â
Your breath gets trapped in your lungs. Your heart feels like itâs shattering.
âDeanâŚbaby, look at me,â you say with a sniffle. You gently hold his face, and he lets you raise him up. Your eyes are bright with new conviction.
âNo one," you tell him, "not even Chuck can force me to love you the way I do. And not a damn thing can stop me from staying with you.â
Dean has tears burgeoning in his eyes. You caress his cheek, rough with stubble heâs let go too long.
âThereâs a saying. Al mal tiempo, buena cara,â you tell him. His face shows a glimmer of confusion. âAt bad weather, put on a happy face. It means even in difficult times, thereâs still a reason to keep going. Right now, you are my reason.â
Dean considers that. He squeezes your arms unconsciously, as if grounding himself in you.
At the very least, heâs grateful that heâs not alone. And after a moment, he nods. You press a kiss to his cheek, and then his forehead. His eyes close at your comfort, your affection. He doesnât think he deserves it, but he accepts it anyway.
âCome on, letâs get you off the floor,â you say. You start to help him upâŚbut your body stills. You feel a strange prickling across your skin.Â
Dean notices the shift, with growing unease in his gut. He grips you tighter and calls your name in concern.
Your gasp is the last bit of your voice that Dean hears before he watches you turn to dust in his arms. Â
Buena Cara
Four years agoâŚ
Itâs the morning after you and Dean shared a midnight espresso. The morning after your first kiss, your first confession, and your first time.
He wakes tangled up in you, and the sheets, which are somehow tied up in knots around his legs and yours.
âWhatâd you do here, woman?â he asks.
His voice is still gruff with sleep, and he lays on his stomach. You giggle almost silently next to him. Youâre lying on your back with the sheets somehow covering up to your chest. One of your legs is tangled with his.
âNothing,â you claim. He snorts and moves closer. His lips find your shoulder, lazily burning a path downwards. But when he grips the sheet and tries to expose more of you, you grasp his wrist on reflex.
Brows furrowing, Dean glances up at your face. Youâre biting your lip, and he sees signs of insecurity in your eyes.
âYou havenât seen me in the daytime yet,â you joke. Yet another one that isnât really a joke, Dean realizes.
He really wishes he could find your goddamn ex and bash his skull in. Because Dean would like nothing more than to just spend the rest of the day in this bed, mapping out the smooth expanse of your tan skin.
So he slips his arm underneath you. You utter a little squeal in protest, but he manhandles you until youâre resting on his chest, bare skin against bare skin. You look down at him with fondness, touching his cheek. Dean stares up at you with a reserved frown.
âWhatâs it gonna take, huh?â he asks. Itâs like you donât believe he wants you, even now.
You bite your lip as your fears creep in behind your eyes, like black ink coiling in your mind. That he just likes your personality. That maybe he just wanted to try something âdifferentâ with you, a thicc-thighed, fat-assed Latina, instead of the petite, slender girls youâve seen him go after in bars.
âYou could have anyone, Dean,â you point out.
Deanâs frown deepens, his brows furrowing. His hands lower on your back, squeezing the curve of your waist and soft hips.
âAnyoneâs not naked in my bed,â he says. His voice is stern and matter-of-fact.
You attempt a smile, but heâs not convinced. He blows out a breath and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âYour ex sure did a number on you, didnât he?â he remarks.Â
Your eyes widen. The more you think about it, maybe he did.
But maybe it wasnât just himâŚ
You tear up and blink against them, trying not to let them fall. You had thought you were happy with your curves. You really did.
You didnât realize you had internalized so many of these negative thoughts about yourself, but here Dean was, forcing you to confront them. Youâre grateful, but you also donât know what to say.
Deanâs brows draw together. He holds your cheek.Â
âOkay. Itâs all right. Weâll work on it.â He kisses your forehead. He also wipes a tear from your cheek. âDonât cry, baby.â
A laugh gets choked in your throat. âYou should know this about me by now. Iâm a crier.â
âYeah, youâre also rockinâ a bit of sex hair,â he says, tangling his fingers further in the wily strands. âMy kinda woman.â
You sigh through your nose. This man.
You canât help but smile softly. The tip of your finger traces his jawline, down to his chin.
âWant me to make some coffee?â you offer. âI can have you try a cortadito with breakfast.â
âWhatâs that?â Dean asks.
âTwo shots of espresso, warm frothy milk on top,â you reply.Â
âGod, two shots? Itâs a wonder you ever sleep,â he quips. âBut I do like the sound of frothy. Iâll whip us up some eggs.â
âAnd bacon?â you ask.
âOf freakinâ course, bacon.â
With that agreement, you two slowly get out of bed, shower, and go to the kitchen, where Sam looks bleary-eyed and annoyed at the kitchen table with his coffee mug. But he doesnât have it in his heart to truly be mad at you and Dean.Â
âIâm happy for you guys,â Sam says wryly. âJust, next time, put a sock on the door or something. So I know when to break out the ear plugs.â
Now:
Sam finds Dean sprawled on the dining room floor the next morning after Castiel has died, and you have disappeared, along with everyone else on Earth.Â
Dean is surrounded by empty beer and liquor bottles. Samâs heart clenches as he starts to help his brother.
âAll right, letâs get you off the floor,â he says.Â
In his words, Dean only hears your voice. He shoves Sam off him and stumbles into the kitchen.
There Jack is starting to wash dishes. He takes your little cafetera coffee maker from the stove, preparing to dump the old grounds. Dean grabs it out of his hand.
âLeave it alone,â Dean snaps. He slams it back on the stove where you left it.Â
Jack is wide-eyed, but Sam gives his brother a patient warning with his eyes. Dean ignores it and heads for his room.
âSorry,â Sam says on behalf of his brother.Â
Jack shakes his head with tears in his eyes. âItâs okay, IâŚI understand.âÂ
He already misses you too. Youâd become a kind of older sister to himâŚand Castiel. Well. Cas was the father Jack will never have again. Â
Sam agrees with a nod, clapping Jack comfortingly on the back.Â
Sam ventures down the long halls of the bunker to Deanâs room. He pushes the cracked open door, and sees his brother sat hunched on the edge of his bed, hands bracing on his knees.
Sam walks in, swings Deanâs desk chair around, and sits down across from his brother. He rests his forearms on his knees and waits.Â
When Dean eventually looks up with red-rimmed eyes, Samâs heart breaks a little more. For Dean, and for himself.
âWeâre going to end this,â Sam promises him.
âWe tried to give Chuck what he fucking wanted,â Dean reminds. âWe offered to end ourselves, man. He wouldnât bite. He wonât bring âem back.â
Deanâs voice cracks at the end there. Sam takes a deep breath, and lets it out just as slowly.
âWeâll figure out a way,â he says. âWe always do.â
âThatâs just it,â Dean says, with tired, glassy eyes. âI donât think we can do it this time.â
Samâs throat tightens. âThen Iâll believe for both of us.âÂ
By the time Chuck is done snapping his fingers, Sam, Dean, and Jack are the only people left on Earth.
Until they encounter the Michael of this world, formerly trapped in the cage. They hatch a plan. And even though the angels donât cooperate, they manage to play straight into the real plan.
Jack is the ace up Team Free Willâs sleeve, and as it turns out, that bomb inside the kid (made of the first Adamâs rib) was good for something. The nephilim absorbs the power of Lucifer, Michael, and ultimately Chuck himself.Â
Jack is the one who saves the world.Â
Before Dean leaves with his brother and Jack, away from that grassy cliffside in Lebanon, he turns to Chuck.
âAnswer me this. Did youâŚâ Dean says, struggling with how to formulate his question. âMeeting my girl. Was that us? Or was it just another manipulation?â
Sam watches his brother with concern. He sees the way Deanâs hand is already itching for his gun. Chuck is human now, and Sam knows how tempting it would be to truly end it.
Chuck himself is still prone on the ground, sitting up with wariness behind his eyes.
âI didnât tug on that thread, actually,â he admits. âMade sense to let you have a glimmer of happiness, something to hold onto. To fight for.â
Then he looks up at Dean with a tremulous smirk pulling at his lips.
âBut I did wait for the perfect moment to dust her, didnât I?â
Within seconds, Deanâs gun is slipping into his hands with the safety cocked back, the barrel lined up for a straight shot between Chuckâs eyes. Sam barks a warning, but Dean doesnât altogether care. Heâs furious, sneering at the former god who cowers like the coward he is.
âDean?â Sam calls to him. Itâs a question and a warning all at once.
Deanâs mouth works, quirking at a humorless smile. He cocks the safety back in place and lowers his gun with a shaking hand.
He stalks back to the Impala and doesnât look at his brother.
The only three people left alive in the world ride back into the empty streets of Lebanon, Kansas.
When Jack snaps his fingers, itâs like this little planet is reborn.Â
Suddenly, itâs filled with life. People walking their dogs, their kids, hailing cabs, nearly rear-ending each otherâs cars in traffic while texting. Itâs like the chaos never happened, and equilibrium is restored.
Even the shaggy dog Dean found last week bounds up to him. He bends down to pet the dogâs furry head, scratching behind his ears. Deanâs going to actually have to come up with a name for this thing now.Â
And yetâŚ
In a world full of color, Dean still just sees gray.Â
He and Sam say a bittersweet goodbye to Jack, who ascends into Heaven. Dean can only hope the kid has a good WiFi signal if they ever need him again, like if he canât findâŚ
The forgotten cell phone in his pocket buzzes on a ring. He shares a wide-eyed look with Sam, licking his dry lips before he reaches into his jean pocket. He flips the phone over and finds your name across his caller ID.
With a shaking hand, he swipes his thumb across the green button and raises the phone up to his ear. He canât even make his voice work right away.Â
Thankfully, he doesnât have to.
âDean?â your beautiful voice greets him.Â
His lips pull at a tremulous smile. âHey, sweetheart.â
You let out a relieved breath.Â
âOh, thank God. Iâm here at the bunker. Where are you?â
Dean wants to quip that Chuck had nothing to do with it, but he humors you.Â
âNot too far,â he says. He gestures to a smiling Sam, and together they haul ass back to the Impala.Â
âPromise?â you ask. Dean grins.
âIâll be home before you know it.â
Once again, youâre tangled up in the bed you share with Dean. Almost every morning without fail, he teasingly grumbles as he tries to free his legs from the knotted sheets.Â
âWhat the hell did you do here, woman?âÂ
âI didnât do anything,â you refute. Though your giggle betrays your guilt while he continues to struggle. âYouâll just have to stay in bed then.â
You drag him back to you, and itâs not unpleasant to be welcomed back to the soft warmth of your body.Â
âWeâve got some monsters waiting,â he reminds you.Â
âThey can wait,â you say, and ply him with a lazy morning kiss. It heats up in passion as your hands slide under his shirtâŚÂ
But of course, one of said âmonstersâ predictably starts banging at the bedroom door. It opens a crack, revealing a head of light brown hair and tearful hazel eyes.Â
âMo-oooom! Cari keeps hitting me after you told her not to,â cries your son.Â
His older sister stomps behind him, so he ducks into the room to flee from her, heading for the bed and jumping into your arms.Â
Dean sighs, hiding his disappointment. You give him a secret smile while brushing back your sonâs hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. To Dean, you gesture with your eyes at the doorway, where your nine-year-old daughter peeks in. She eyes her little brother in annoyance.Â
Tattletale, her face says.Â
âCaridad,â you call to her in your sterner mom voice. âCome here, please.âÂ
Cari is most definitely a daddyâs girl, and she beelines for her father. He picks up the nine year old and settles her on the bed, tucked into his side.Â
âRobbieâs a crybaby,â she says.Â
âNo, you are!â Robbie cries indignantly. He tries to push her, but you grab his hand and push it down to the bed. Dean has to do the same with Cari when she tries to pinch her brother.
âAll right, all right, enough,â Dean says, with all the authority his own father once had. âCanât we all just have one morning in peace?â
Thatâs when Deanâs phone rings on his nightstand. He sighs and answers it, and itâs Sam, asking what time you and Dean plan to come over his house today for the Fourth of July barbecue.
âGive me a couple hours to wrangle the kids,â Dean replies. He has to curl an arm around Cari so she wonât throw another pillow at her brother.Â
âTell Eileen Iâm bringing the dessert,â you chime in, calling to Sam in the phone.Â
âYou got that?â Dean asks his brother. A moment later, he reports back to you with a nod.
âHeâs wanting the fluffy cake thing,â Dean says. âThe sweet one with the lilâ cherries on top.â
âTres leches?â you supply with a smile.Â
He nods again. âYeah, that one.âÂ
âNot a problem, but letâs get them cleaned up so I can start baking,â you say. Though you grunt as a small bare foot kicks at your side.
âHey!â you reach for your daughterâs arm. âYa, thatâs enough. Te calmas, o te calmo. Los dos, coĂąo.âÂ
Dean snorts, watching his children now wrestling each other in the middle of the bed despite your best efforts to keep them apart.Â
âEasier said than done,â he mutters. He hangs up with Sam and then surveys the familiar chaos in front of him.Â
âAll right, you guys want to see your cousins?â Dean bribes. The kids actually pause and perk up at that.Â
âWeâre going to Uncle Sammyâs house?â Cari asks.
âYep, so quit screwinâ around. Letâs up and at âem,â Dean says. âBrush your teeth and wash your face, then meet me downstairs for breakfast.â
âCan we have Capân Crunch?â Robbie asks. Â
âNo, Raisin Bran,â Cari insists. You have to laugh a little, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Your daughter surely is a special sort of child for genuinely liking Raisin Bran.Â
âFine,â Dean agrees to both with a nod. âGet to it. Come on, letâs go!â
He claps his hands until the kids are up and out of his bed, running to the door.Â
âDonât run!â you warn them. âCaridad Marie Winchester, stop pushing your brother, or youâre not going anywhere.â
The door hangs open as the sounds of small feet patter down the hall, accompanied by childish giggling and yelling. You sigh and lean back into the pillows, closing your eyes.Â
âIâm already tired. Why did we have two of those?âÂ
Dean smirks and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You keep him close with a hand in his shirt.Â
âIf I remember right, having the first one was so much fun, you just couldnât keep your hands off me,â he teases.
âIs that what happened? I seem to remember some tequila and cajoling involved,â you smirk, cracking your eyes open. You pull him to you and kiss him thoroughly.Â
Both of you try not to lose track of time, but in the ten years since retiring from hunting, learning how to be civilians, true partners, and parents, youâve become pros at stealing the small moments for yourselves.Â
âCome on, babe. Donât you want Cari to have a little bro?â you mock in his deeper voice. âTheyâll protect each other, be each otherâs best friends.â
Dean chuckles at your interpretation of him, giving a teasing yank to one of your stray curls.Â
âThey will, one day. Sam and I didnât really get each other until later on.â
You smile at that and raise your hand to the beard heâs trying to grow out. You remember him teasing Sam for sporting a âferretâ on his face, once upon a time. But it seems that both Winchester brothers are well-suited to the lumberjack look.Â
âMaybe we can get Sam and Eileen to keep the kids tonight,â Dean suggests.
You like the sound of that. Cari and Robbie take any chance for a sleepover with their cousins.
You run a hand down his chest. âYouâre saying Iâm going to get all this to myself tonight?â
He grabs your hand and kisses it. His gaze holds a familiar heat that makes you smile. Your fingers wiggle teasingly in his grip, which curves his lips as well. Your wedding rings gleam in the lamplight.
We donât have time now, but we will later, his gaze promises.Â
So with a sigh, he releases your hand.Â
âAll right, lazy. Time to get a move on,â he teases. He then points at you. âGood face.â
Buena cara. Your smile deepens as you start to rise out of bed. Itâs become his thing with you, starting the day with a good face.Â
Nowadays, you donât often have a reason not to.Â
âIâll make coffee,â you offer, as you do most mornings. The one time Dean tried to make it your way, he burned the bottom of your coffee press.Â
He tosses you a smirk as he pulls on a new shirt. He then digs in his side of the dresser for a pair of jeans that donât have jelly stains, imprinted on with small fingers.Â
âYeah, thatâs probably for the best,â he agrees. âI think todayâs a two-shot kinda morning. What do you think?â
You sidle up behind him at the dresser and swat him on the ass. He jolts a little, making a rumbling sound as he eyes you in your little black nightgown. Itâs a warning, not to start something you two wonât have time to finish.
âSounds about right.â Bracing your hands on his hips, you lean up on your toes so you can rest your chin on his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. You smile.
âTwo cortaditos coming up.â
AN: Aaaand I am soft. 𼚠I've been wanting to get to this for a while now. If you like it, let me know! â¤ď¸
Some more Spanish translations for ya:
âMira verâ is Cuban slang for âwatch out,â said more like a warning of âwatch yourself, before I pop off.â đ
This is a callback from "Devour Me" with âVen DevĂłrame Otra Vesâ by Lalo Rodriguez.
DevĂłrame otra vez, ven, devĂłrame otra vezâŚ
Que la boca me sabe a tu cuerpo. Desesperan mis ganas por tiâŚ
Translation:
"Devour me again. Come, devour me againâŚ
Because my mouth has the taste of your body. My lust for you is exasperating."
âTe calmas, o te calmo. Los dos, coĂąo.â
Translation:
âCalm down, or Iâll calm you down. Both of you, damn it.â [đ I think every Latina mom has spouted this at least once lol.]
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Manta Ray Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!
I've highlighted a chapter in this series before, so if you're keeping up, you already know this one! This is a lovely series where Dean is in a relationship with a feisty Latina reader insert character. This chapter covers the end of the canon series, so there are all kinds of emotions in this one! (Full disclosure, I haven't read the entire series yet, but what I have read is wonderful!)
Warning: be prepared for some angst, some fluff, some smut...this chapter has it ALL! Whatever you want from a Dean fic, it's in here! I don't want to say any more because of spoilers, but trust me. You wanna read this!
In short, if you love Dean and you love reading about Dean in all the ways, then this is the fic for you!
Maybe one where the reader sits in the backseat? Or something completely different. Go nuts
Thank you for the request, sweetie! I decided to go nuts đĽ°
Title: Time Warp
Word Count: 245
Summary: You and Dean are stuck in a time warp, jumping from one of his memories to another with no end in sight.
Warnings: Time travel. The image of two Deans in one space. Crack, fluff â Look this is really just meant to be fun.
âLook at how young you are,â you said in awe, leaning forward to get a clearer glimpse of Dean at twenty-six.
âCan you not,â Dean at thirty-five huffed beside you.
This whole hop-scotch time jump portal the two of you had found yourselves in was completely disorienting. But as no obvious solution had yet to present itself, you decided you were going to at least enjoy the ride.
âCome on,â you tilted your face back to him, but kept your avid gaze on his younger self. âYouâre all nose, lips, and chin; and look at those cheekbones! Man, you were a heartbreaker.â
Dean, your Dean, rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and very clearly did not deny your claim.
âHouse rules, Sammy,â the younger Dean said to the even younger Sam. Your Dean watched the awe on your face as the memory continued to unfold, a quiet sigh heaving his chest. âDriver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole.â
âHa!â You exclaimed, leaning back in the seat to stare at your Dean with the biggest smile. âYouâre such a control freak.â
âAlright, stop drooling over that guy, he is completely messed up and not good enough for you.â
Your eyes widened in surprise.
âWhat?!â And just then the memory faded into a bright light, taking the two of you away to the next where you were surely going to poke at Dean to ask if he had really just been jealous of his younger self.
Our goal is to rewatch the show with fanfic writing in mind. We want to look for all the places in canon where we could add a scene, show a scene from a certain characterâs point of view, or change something to make things turn out differently. (We may also critique what the show writers did; that seems inevitable.)
Episodes weâre discussing:Â 6.13 Unforgiven and 6.14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning
What time will it be for you?
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Whoâs invited? All Pond members, including Turtles! You donât have to be a writer to have an opinion on the episodes that could inspire a writer! Everyone has valuable opinions about the show, which could spark conversation and inspiration.
Where will we meet? In the Discord server.  (You must be a member to be in the Discord server. Not a member? Fill out this form here.) There is a special channel for us to chat in, so we donât disturb other chats happening at the same time.
How does it work? On our own, whenever we have time, we all watch two episodes of SPN. At the appointed time, we all get together and chat about them. Although we have several questions to consider and creative ideas for you to do if you want, there is no pressure to actually have answers to these questions or have created anything prior to the chat. Didnât get to watch them? No biggie! Weâve all watched these episodes enough that we can probably talk about them without rewatching them!
More info under the cut!
What questions should we consider while we watch? We have a few questions you can keep in mind while youâre watching the episodes:
Are there any âfanfiction gapsâ in this episode? Any places between scenes where a juicy story could happen? (For example, one scene ends at night, but the next scene begins during the day, and what did they do with all of that time?)
How would the episode be different if you changed one thing? What is changed is up to you. It could be as complex as a character making a different choice, or as simple or silly as someone wearing a funny hat throughout part or all of the episode.
What about this episode would you like to see happen differently? How would making that change affect future episodes?
List any parts of each episode that you think could be jumping-off points for a fic. Like, in the pilot, how did Sam meet their friend who was in the bar with them?
How would the episode be different if there were another character involved, like a reader-insert character?
Do any of the themes weâve already discussed in The Archive (See the bottom of the doc under the heading âThematic docsâ) show up in this episode? Does this episode bring up any new themes we should be watching out for in the future?
What else can we do before the chat? You can add any notes you have about the episodes weâll be discussing to The Archives! In addition, besides just discussing the fanfiction possibilities in every episode, we also want to encourage you to create things centered around the episodes weâre discussing and share them with the rest of us. Things like:
Write some meta about some part of the episode. What does this episode show us about one or more of the characters?
Write a fic based on the episode. Share a link to your fic in the discussion and we can talk about it!
Make a playlist that you feel reflects the mood of the episode.
Make some art or a photo collage or edits to go along with the episode.
We look forward to seeing everything you create! Be sure to tag us so we can reblog your work!
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PSA to fan creators who don't have a lot of regular contact with children: They are almost always bigger than you think. A 1-year-old baby may already be walking. A toddler is likely already hip-high. A 10-year-old may already be taller than at least one of their parents. A 14/15 year old may already have reached their adult height.
Relationships: Gadreel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Ruby (minor), Lee Webb/Dean Winchester (minor)
Characters: Gadreel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Kate Milligan, Lee Webb, God | Chuck Shurley, Sam Winchester, Ruby (Supernatural), Emma Winchester, Original Characters, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer (Supernatural)
Additional Tags: Trans Dean Winchester, Demisexual Gadreel, alternative universe, Found Family, Slow Burn, Jewish Dean Winchester, May/December Relationship, Child Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Torture, Explicit Sexual Content, handjob, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Fallen Gadreel
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Leave a Light On
Collections: SPN Angel Bang 2023
Published: 2023-08-06
Completed: 2023-08-06
Words: 56,608
Chapters: 22/22
Summary: Gadreel thought that, after centuries of torture, he had learned his lesson. Unfortunately, that was not the case, and he found himself falling from Heaven once again. Trapped on Earth without his Grace or powers, trapped in a human body without any experience of being Human, Gadreel finds the help he needs in a young Trans man, Dean Winchester, and his baby daughter, Emma. Using the identity of the human he took as a vessel, David, Gadreel will slowly learn what it means to be human, and will finally find the family and love he has always longed for. May it have been Godâs plan all along?
Manta Ray Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!
(Pretty sure Arthur won this doing writing sprints a very, very long time ago. Way to get those words down, dude!)
This says it's Part One in a series, but it's the only part posted, so far, and I'm gonna need ALL OF YOU to go read this and give tons of comments so more of this gets written!
This is an AU, so Gadreel doesn't come crashing into Dean's life specifically to help, but he does crash into Dean's life, and he does help. This is the story of two people, both broken by those they called family, finding out that being broken together is actually really healing for both of them. There's a ton of domestic fluff, and baby Emma is adorable! There is a cliffhanger at the end of this, which is why I really do need everyone to get into this and give Arthur some love so he'll write more!
In short, if you like Gadreel and domestic fluff with external family-related angst, this fic is definitely the story for you!
