genre: the series will be a little bit of everything!
wordcount: 391
summary: first stop, first era. a road trip through time.
a/n: this is my first series 🙃 im SCARED but i am actually so excited to continue this… this is a little part zero, each part will be a new era. totally a coincidence that this coincides with the new fallout season and that’s the vibes im starting on… (but i was listening to diamond city radio while writing)
Dean Winchester’s life was the road. Cheap motels, bad food, long drives that blurred together until every town looked the same. Since you’d started hunting with him, that road had swallowed you up too. Wherever Dean went, you followed. It was just how things worked.
Dean said you’d been here before. You were pretty sure he was right. The name rang a bell, half-remembered, filed away with a dozen other nowhere towns that all ended badly. But as the Impala rolled in, something felt off. The layout didn’t match. Buildings stood where you were sure there hadn’t been any in years. Trees and bare land crowded the spots where there should’ve been houses. Not abandoned. Not overgrown. Just… different.
The Impala slowed, tires crunching against gravel, and rolled to a stop outside a gas station that looked frozen in time. A portable radio sat mounted atop one of the pumps, music blaring through tinny speakers; crackly, warped, and just a little too cheerful. A lone staff member lingered nearby, hands at his sides, posture stiff. He stared at the Impala like it didn’t belong here, averting his eyes quickly once the doors opened.
You and Dean climbed out of the car, the engine ticking as it cooled. Your eyes were immediately drawn upward to an enormous billboard looming overhead. Clean-O-Matic - The Next Innovation in Housekeeping! The smiling woman beside the slogan was all teeth and wide eyes, her grin stretched just a little too far to be comforting.
When you finally looked over at Dean, he was already looking back at you. That told you enough.
Once you started paying attention, the details piled up fast. Lawns trimmed with military precision. Cars polished to a mirror shine. Teenagers walking past in letterman jackets and poodle skirts. Every guy had slicked-back hair, every girl curled and styled within an inch of her life.
You walked over to the newspaper stand, reaching out for a paper to read the date with a hesitation made clear by the slight tremor in your hand.
June 16th, 19…56?
For a second, you hoped it was a joke. Some kind of vintage festival. But the knot in your gut told you better.
Behind you, Dean let out a sharp breath. You didn’t have to look to know the face he was making.
“Son of a bitch.”
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summary: dean pulled your name for secret santa - day 16 of prompt-mas for supernatural writers community!
a/n: it’s getting close to christmasss im so excited! i just love soft dean and i loved this prompt! i feel like dean would be such a good gift giver
christmas. your favorite time of year.
ever since you had started hunting with the winchesters, christmas had really been put on the back burner. you were all so busy with hunts, if it weren’t for the christmas decorations dressing each house in a robe of light and color, you don’t think you would know it was christmas at all.
dean often caught a look of sadness in your eyes when you passed through the suburbs of god knows where, your eyes fixated on the display of red, green, gold… you had told him before how dearly you loved christmas, but what you had wanted to tell him too, was that you would love nothing more than to spend a christmas with him.
after a successful hunt in michigan, you were back at the bunker. this was the first christmas since you had found this place and decided to stay, and it was the first christmas in a long time where you had something close to a home to go back to.
that’s when dean decided. there would be a christmas this year. one where you could enjoy the day without any distractions. the bunker was safe. you could all be happy together, make some memories that didn’t include mutual trauma.
“why don’t we do secret santa this year?” he spoke into the silence as you trudged your way down the bunker steps.
you stopped in your tracks, with dean behind you and sam behind him. the abruptness caught them both off guard and they had to fight the air not to fall down behind you and send you all flying. “woah, maybe should’ve waited until we weren’t on the staircase.” dean let out a light chuckle, reaching his free arm up to rub your arm and give it a light squeeze. you continued down the stairs, throwing your duffle on the floor and once dean was safely down the stairs, you practically ran into his arms, causing him to stumble back and drop his own duffle on the ground. his arms immediately curled around you, and the smile making its way onto his face was bigger than any he could ever remember.
“i’m gonna write our names down and then we can pick a name each!” you ran into the kitchen, almost tripping in your excitement.
“hey, be careful!” dean rolled his eyes, looking back at sam who was trying to suppress a laugh.
“we hunt monsters, i think if the only thing bad that happened was falling over it would actually be a good day.”
you wandered back into the room with a beanie filled with four pieces of paper, one for each of your names plus cas. “castiel! get in here.” with a flutter, castiel appeared with the three of you.
“we’re doing secret santa. pick a name!” you held out the beanie to cas, who looked bewildered.
“santa isn’t real. that isn’t much of a secret.” cas stated, reaching his hand in the beanie and pulling out a name. “dean.” you all stare at cas for a while, squinting and pursing your lips.
“okay. alright. yeah that’s my fault for not explaining, let’s try again. put it back in and you can choose again, but don’t say it out loud. you’re the only person that knows who you have, and you have to buy that person a gift. and then we find out whose name we pulled when we exchange gifts.” you smiled, holding out the beanie to cas again, and you all took turns taking a name out of the beanie. you got cas, cas got sam, sam got dean, and dean got you.
he couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear when he read your name on the piece of paper. truthfully, he knew exactly what he was going to give you.
a few weeks passed and before you knew it, it was christmas day. you had taken the time to decorate the bunker with christmas ornaments and make it all warm and cozy. you weren’t sure what would happen in the future, and you didn’t want to miss an opportunity to have the perfect christmas when you had the chance.
you had christmas songs playing from your ipod, tinsel wrapped around your neck like a scarf.
dean took a moment to wiggle the tinsel as he passed you, waving it in your face before you slapped his hand away. “loser.”
“come on, it’s present time.” he grabbed your hand, pulling you to sit down.
“alright, well, who wants to go first?” sam enquired as everyone put the presents they had bought on the table.
“cas can go first!” you slid him over the present and he opened it up. it was an angel, one that goes on top of the christmas tree, but you had put a little trenchcoat on it.
“this does not look like me. but thank you.”
“it may not look like you but it looks exactly like your vessel! sam, you wanna go next?”
“sure.” he looked down at the table to catch sight of the gift cas had bought for him. it was not wrapped. “i wonder what it could be?” sam joked, picking up the gift. it was a hairbrush.
“the lady in the store said it was for hair and you have hair.”
“indeed. use it now for us.” you and dean were suppressing a laugh, leaning into each other as sam brushed his hair. “dean, you wanna open yours next? i don’t mind going last.”
“alright, sure.” sam handed dean a neatly wrapped package which dean tore open immediately. it was cologne, but specifically one dean used to wear back when he and sam were still at school. it wasn’t around much anymore and it was hard to come by. “how’d you find this? that’s awesome. thanks.” they nodded at each other, kind of awkward like brothers do, but you could tell dean really appreciated the gift.
there was just you left now to receive your gift, and just one person who hadn’t given theirs out yet.
“look. i- uh. don’t look too disappointed, okay? it’s kind of dumb, i don’t know.” dean handed you your gift. it was wrapped up nicely. he didn’t want you to know, but he was terrible at wrapping gifts, making it look that nice took him an hour.
underneath the wrapping was a box filled with memories. memories of you and dean. pictures from the disposable cameras you loved using to pass the time, pictures of the two of you together. underneath the pictures was a receipt. it was a little faded, but you could make out the date. it was the day you met. there was a strip of photos from when you and dean found a photobooth. a keyring from the town you went to on your first hunt. every single part of your lives together, every first, was all in this box. right at the bottom of the box was a tiny bead. you knew what it was straight away. years before, dean had given you a bracelet. it was just something he picked up from the store that he thought you would like. you never took it off, until during a hunt it got torn off. the beads went flying and most of them were lost, but dean found this one on the floor. he kept it on him all the time like a good luck charm. you tried to stop your eyes from welling up as you took it all in. he kissed the side of your head. cas had disappeared and sam had crept off into the other room by this point, leaving you alone.
“why did you do all this?”
“come on… you know why.”
“i want you to say it…”
“i love you. that’s why.”
“what took you so long?” you joked.
“shut up.” he chuckled, pulling each side of your tinsel scarf until your lips met his.
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there are some people i have seen that followed me before my break like my newest fics (like as soon as i posted 🥹) and i want to say thank you so much for sticking with me!
this year has been so dramatic, and i’m hoping soon i can actually relax!
i appreciate each one of you that has liked my work enough to give me a follow, means everything to me 🫶🏼
please stay tuned for more fics and please send requests if anybody has any!
a/n: i love fall and dean winchester and that’s really all i have to say thank you 🫶🏼
you loved autumn almost as much as you loved dean.
leaves crunched under your feet as you made your way through the forest. you and dean had a few extra hours after a hunt before you would make your way back to the bunker, so you took the opportunity to get away from things for a while. away from the sheer volume of your normal life, somewhere quiet for once.
shades of red, orange and yellow littered the forest, blending together like work had gone into making them perfect. dean was next to you, admiring you while you admired the forest.
“what is it about all this?” he asked, an affectionate smile on his lips. barely noticeable, but he always smiled when he looked at you, even if it was just a little bit.
“it’s just.. for a moment, we can rest. don’t you find it calming?”
you stepped onto a rock, slipping on the slightly wet surface just enough to give dean a minor heart attack, his hands reaching out to steady you, resting on your waist.
“christ, baby. be careful…” he muttered, concern knotting in his brow. “did you hurt yourself?”
you shook your head, stepping off the rock. “no, i’m alright.”
you walked through the forest, zigzagging through the trees. you looked up, noticing how the sunlight peeked between the leaves. there was a fallen log nearby, working out a pretty decent choice for somewhere to sit for a while. you sat down, dean sitting beside you, his leg touching yours.
you lay your head down on dean’s lap, and his hand was in your hair within two seconds, almost like muscle memory.
“pretty out here…” dean muttered, followed by clearing of his throat, almost like he was embarrassed to say it. he played with your hair, curling strands around his fingers.
“yeah, it is.” you agreed.
there was a patter on the forest floor, then two, then three. the sound of rain starting up. it wasn’t heavy enough for you to care, so you stayed exactly where you were. the rain continued a while, hitting the earth below the leaves and creating the fresh rain scent that dean knew you loved.
you sat up to face him, and there was that little smile again. soft, but full of adoration. he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “your hair’s getting wet, baby.”
“’s okay. i’ll shower when we get back to the bunker anyway.”
“can i join?” dean teased, earning him a jab in the ribs with your elbow.
“always cheapening the moment.
“yeah, well. doesn’t stop you loving me.”
“nope. just another annoying quirk that makes up my favorite person on earth.”
dean’s face faltered just a second. something he always did when you said things like that. something that somehow implied he was better than everyone else you’d ever met. you knew that he was. but he never entertained the notion. somehow it made you love him more, even though it hurt you how he saw himself.
“what’s going on up there?” you tapped his forehead after he was silent for a moment too long, a little teasing smile on your face to attempt to lighten the mood again.
“up there? oh, you know. just a constant loop of classic cars, classic rock, and you. mostly just you, though.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to press a kiss to your forehead. “my girl.”
you relaxed into his hold, resting your head against his shoulder.
after a few minutes of silence, he spoke up again. “you’re my favorite person too. you know that.”
“yeah. i know.”
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summary: one silly mistake causes you to get hurt on a hunt, and you can bet your ass dean’s mad about it
a/n: hey wtf tucks hair behind ear… so it’s actually been 8 months since i posted a fic and i apologise but i have had such a crazy year! i’m on the coattails of the crazy shit right now so i’m hoping things will chill tf out for me hehe. anyways i had this as a wip for forever so i finished it!
two weeks.
this was the longest you had gone without speaking to dean.
you got it. you got hurt, it was your fault. whatever. but the silent treatment was killing you.
catching his eye in the hallways of the bunker, the disappointed looks… the constant worry every time you left your room he might be there, a constant reminder of the fact he was ignoring you.
two weeks before: lansing, michigan.
your back hit the wall at a force you couldn’t even imagine represented with numbers, and you could practically feel your ribs shattering.
your eyes darted open. you, sam and dean were hunting what you suspected to be a witch. strange, unexplained deaths all occurring inside locked residences with no signs of forced entry. you had seen it countless times before, and made it a habit to check each room you even went into for any kind of hex material.
you had been granted the luxury of a separate room today, only because you wouldn’t stop bugging dean about it. just this once, some alone time would’ve been nice. some alone time… with dean. you planned to tell him how you felt tonight, even if he didn’t feel the same. you were sick of pining… and it made you feel inferior. you were going to offer sam the extra room so that you could share with dean. but as soon as the words were about to leave your mouth about switching rooms, you froze. made up some lie about needing to borrow something of dean’s instead. so, here you were, all alone.
dean and sam were only in the next room, awoken by the sound of your body being quite literally thrown against the adjoining wall, and dean kicked in the door with ease in a matter of seconds. he ran to you immediately, holding you close while sam searched the room for hex bags or any other suspect items.
everything hurt. you thought usually in these kind of situations, adrenaline kicked in and you didn’t feel anything. that’s supposed to be it, right? so why did it still hurt?
“hey. hey.. you’re okay. look at me.” you heard dean’s voice break through between your panicked breathing, the palm of his hand sending a warmth through your body when it met your cheek. “you’re fine. you’re gonna be fine.”
sam had by now found and destroyed a hex bag he found behind the bed frame.
your vision was blurry, you could only make out the outline of the two brothers. dean was right there with you, and sam was behind him. dean lifted you carefully in his arms, bringing you to the impala and laying you in the backseats. he threw sam the keys and got in the back with you. he held you tight in his arms, practically in his lap, on the way to the hospital.
you were drifting in and out of consciousness and that terrified dean. “sweetheart, you need to stay awake for me, okay? no naps until we get to the hospital.”
you tried. you really did. but your eyes drifted closed, and the next time they opened, you were in a hospital bed.
dean was at your side the second your eyes opened, squeezing your hand. you could tell he hadn’t slept. “you scared me…”
“what happened to the-“
“don’t worry, we called garth. he and sam ganked that son of a bitch.”
the two of you shared a smile, and you let him slide onto the bed next to you to go to sleep himself.
after taking a few days to recover in hospital, you were discharged. your ribs still needed some healing, so you would be out of action for a few more weeks. you had no doubt dean would make sure of that.
when you got back to the bunker, you took off straight to your room. you were on bed rest for the foreseeable. sam gave you a hug, careful not to hurt you.
after five minutes or so of trying to nap, dean knocked on your door.
“come in!”
“hey.” dean spoke, but his tone was off. something was wrong.
“hey… what’s up?”
“i was just thinking…” he took a few steps in, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “did you check the room?”
no.
“of course i did.”
you had been so preoccupied thinking about what to say to dean, you hadn’t checked the room.
“then how did you miss the bag?”
“i…”
you couldn’t lie to dean.
“i didn’t… i didn’t check.”
dean looked the most disappointed you had ever seen him. like he hoped so badly to be wrong, but he wasn’t. he stood up and left, not saying a word. and he hadn’t said one to you since, either.
you had tried. so much, to get through to him. you needed him, and you knew he needed you.
you knocked on the door to his room, and he was on his bed, listening to music with his headphones on. his eyes had been closed, but he opened one as you walked into the room. he was about to get up off the bed and leave, but you grabbed his arm. “dean, stop. please. just talk to me. you can’t ignore me forever, this is stupid.” you pleaded with him.
“it is pretty stupid, y/n. but so was not checking the room for a hex bag, so i guess we’re all doing stupid things.”
“you can’t seriously still be mad about that! it’s been two weeks, dean!”
“you could’ve died, y/n! what the hell were you thinking, huh? that’s the first thing you do, we were hunting a goddamn witch, y/n! and you didn’t check the room??”
“i get it, dean! i’m sorry. i was thinking about something else, and it slipped my mind… i wasn’t planning on staying in that room that night…”
“what do you mean?”
“i was gonna give it to sam, and then i was gonna share with you.”
his gaze softened a little. “why?”
“i had something i wanted to tell you.”
“okay. so tell me now.”
“no, dean, you haven’t spoken to me in the past two weeks.”
“come on, doll. just tell me.”
“dean… do i really have to say it?…”
a flash of recognition told you that he knew. he took one step forward towards you. you saw him hesitate, but his hand reached out for you, like he was a magnet and you were metal. “you don’t have to. but i… would like to hear you say it…”
his voice was a whisper, suddenly vulnerable. “please.”
before you could think about it, you heard the three words slip out of your mouth.
“i love you.”
the tension in dean’s shoulders immediately dropped, and he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it for weeks. “you love me…” he spoke with almost… disbelief. the feelings he had for you, ones he tried so deeply to repress, he’d never imagined you would reciprocate.
knowing that you felt the same, it was just one thing… just one he could be happy about where everything felt so hopeless. you, the one he’d loved longer than he could remember, loved him back.
his eyes searched yours, like he was still cautious to act. there was a moment of silence, before his lips were on yours. and it felt like coming home.
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good evening this specific clip started playing in my head on a continuous loop and i had to go spend 20 minutes looking for it before i could breathe again
It had been a long day, and an even longer hunt. Dean and user trudged through the door of a roadside diner, ready for some greasy food before they hit the road again.
They slipped into a booth, choosing the same side just so they were touching. Throughout their years knowing each other, they appreciated each others touch more and more each day, despite never truly acting on their feelings.
A waitress approached, offering them some coffee, which they gladly accepted. She pulled out a notebook from her apron, and asked for their order.
“Double bacon cheeseburger, heavy on the onions.” Dean ordered, and before user could so much as open their mouth, Dean had recited their order perfectly, exactly what they would have said.
“You know me too well.” user teased, nudging his shoulder.
He smiled, rolling his eyes and trying to act nonchalant. “You order the same thing everytime we go anywhere, doll, of course I’m gonna know your order by now.”
summary: none of it was ever worth the risk, but you are the only exception
a/n: based on the only exception by paramore! for @rubyvhs’s 500 follower celebration! i am so sorry it’s so late! lots been going on so i haven’t been writing! but i had so much fun with this challenge 🫶🏼
dean winchester didn’t do love.
that wasn’t the way he worked. a life filled with one night stands, unfulfilled promises to call them. that worked for him, it was all he needed. at least, that’s what he told himself.
he didn’t need any more. just the sex, then the goodbye. it was just enough intimacy for him. he ignored the pang in his chest everytime he caught sight of some couple out on the street, deep in love. he would mutter about ‘lovey-dovey crap’ to hide the fact that deep down, he wanted that with somebody.
he saw first hand the effect his mother’s death had on his father. the person he loved so deeply, ripped away from him, all because of this life. this stupid life.
when he came to know that his mother had made a deal to save john, the one she loved, that was it for dean. love was reckless, especially for hunters. love would never work, no matter how much he wanted it.
and he kept that up, for a while. until he met you.
suddenly everything he swore to himself about love was out the window, he pushed it so far back in his mind he couldn’t even remember it being there anymore.
you fed his hungry heart, you touched him and his skin felt like it was on fire, desire coursing through his veins like molten lava. he couldn’t resist you for a second, drawing him in like a magnet. when the nights came, he couldn’t sleep without you next to him, without feeling your skin against his calloused fingers.
one of those nights, those fingers roamed along your back, up and down, in circles, back and forth. physical touch was his love language, and he was damn well going to make that clear.
“y/n… you awake?” he whispered into the darkness, hoping to hear your voice.
“yeah, baby. you okay?” you replied, remnants of drowsiness in your voice. your hands roamed up his chest, cupping his cheeks as you leaned up to press your lips against his. chaste, lazy, but always full of love.
“just… love hearing your voice, doll, that’s all.” he spoke after the kiss broke, lifting his own hand to rest over yours, pushing it down to rest against his chest, running his thumb over your knuckles.
“you’re such a sap.” you teased, eyes roaming his features, poorly lit by the dim motel table lamp, as if drinking them in.
“shut up.”
“thought you said you wanted to hear my voice?”
“don’t remember saying that.” he teased with a chuckle, earning a couple light, playful slaps on the arm from you that he barely even felt. “you gotta work them arms out, baby, those hits were weak.”
“you’re so annoying at night time.” you tried to turn away from him, but he pulled you right back, holding you close.
“nope. stay right there.” he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, one of his hands roaming up and down your arm.
“help… ahh.. i’m being held captive by the sexiest man ever… help…” you whispered, no intention of anybody but dean hearing.
“you’re so damn ridiculous.” a low, gruff laugh sounded from his throat, nothing but a deep affection in his tone.
he lifted one of his hands to run lazily through your hair, fingers threading through the strands before he spoke again. “never thought i’d…” he hesitates, cursing himself for even beginning this conversation. “…have this. something like this.”
“something like what?”
“like this, like us. seems so mundane, don’t it? but that’s… that’s why i never thought i’d have it. this life ain’t got no place for mundanity.”
you looked up at him, adjusting your position to see him clearly. you could tell from his expression he had more to say, so you let him continue.
“you’re my little pocket of normalcy. little bit of an oxymoron, ain’t it? since you’re the opposite of normal.”
“you are so damn mean to me.”
that earned a hearty, genuine laugh from him. “in the best way, baby. i wouldn’t change a thing.”
he tightened his grip ever so slightly, holding you that little bit closer. his mind raced, thinking about everything in his life you’d changed, starting with his refusal to fall in love.
it’s not like he intended to fall in love, but one look at you, he was already gone. getting to know every little thing about you just built on it, and everyday that passed built even more on the love he felt for you, the love he swore never to feel.
you were the only exception.
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so… ya i made my first c.ai bot… he is a bit stupid 🫶🏼
give him a go if you wanttt he’s kinda cute! idk how many of these i’m gonna do because i got so confused trying to make it that i essentially half gave up WHICH is probably why he’s stupid 😍
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