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[wincestpoughkeepsie]

(Dean knocks and enters he and Sam’s bedroom. Sammy’s depressed and is laying in his bed, completely covered by his soft blankets)

Dean: Sammy...?

Sam (from under the blankets): Leave me alone, Dean!

Dean: Okay...you want some mac n’ cheese and later some ice cream?

Sam: ...

Sam: ...Yes, please.

[duo-kun]

"Eh, you'll live."

(Inspired by this three-way conversation between @letsgobethegoodguys and @poughkeepsies and myself)

1x1, 7x1, 7x2, 14x23, 15x4

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Sleeping Lessons

fandom: Supernatural

pairing: Dean x Castiel

prompt: just sleep now

***

Sleeping Lessons

.

Cas stands in Dean’s doorway,

shoulders slumped,

hair more disheveled than usual.

.

I just keep seeing their faces, Dean.

All those…

they were so young.

Spattered with blood.

Their wide, dead

eyes.

.

Dean doesn’t speak.

But he knows.

.

They watch a movie,

a goofy sci-fi comedy,

on the bed. Their shoulders

press together the first time

they laugh. They don’t

separate.

.

When the credits roll

Cas moves to stand. No,

Dean says. You should stay.

You should…

sleep.

.

Cas tilts his head.

Squints.

You know I don’t sleep,

Dean.

.

Dean crosses his arms.

Roaming the bunker all night

isn’t going to do you any good.

.

They look at each other, engage

in silent conversation. Finally,

without a word, Cas relents.

He takes off his jacket, then looks

at Dean, who gives him half a smile.

.

You know where my clothes are.

Help yourself.

.

On the bed, Cas lays

flat on his back,

arms at his sides. Dean

laughs. Cas, man, you look like

a fallen tree in a Zeppelin t-shirt.

.

Well how would you propose

I do it? Cas grumbles. I’ve had

plenty of experience watching you

sleep, but no experience at all

doing it myself.

.

Dean flips off the light,

crawls into bed.

.

Roll onto your side.

.

Cas complies.

.

Now just…

relax.

.

(He feels his heart

speed up.

Is he talking to Cas

or himself?)

.

He scoots up behind Cas--

he’s the big spoon,

his chest up against

Cas’s back. He drapes

an arm across Cas, pulling

them closer together.

.

Breathe with me, he says

into the darkness.

.

I don’t know what this will

accomplish. You know I don’t

actually have to bre--

.

Shush.

I know

what I’m talking about.

Breathe with me.

.

They breathe together,

deep, even breaths,

and soon Dean can feel

Cas begin to relax beside him--

the trauma of the day slowly,

ever so slowly,

melts away.

.

Just sleep now,

he whispers into Cas’s hair.

.

Maybe it isn’t true

sleep.

Maybe it’s just a

deep, restorative state

angels can reach if a

great enough need arises.

.

But when Cas emits a small

snore,

Dean can’t help but

smile.

***

NaPoWriMo Day 23 || for @60r3d0m

(Thank you soooo much for this prompt! I can’t even say how much I loved writing this. A little angst, a little fluff, a little pining!dean, a little grumpy!cas...ah, my heart is happy. 💙)

[semirahrose]

Cornerstone (13.11 coda)

Sam plays it off like it’s accidental, for the first couple of nights. 

The morning after they return, Dean wakes up to find his brother dead to the world in a wretchedly uncomfortable chair in the bunker library. His arms are clenched over his chest fit to crush his ribcage, legs pulled up against him and sporting livid lines from where they’ve been squished against the edge of the table all night. 

 Every lamp and light switch in the room is on, and if Dean had to guess, Sam cranked up the thermostat. (It’s gonna be hell on the utility bill they never receive.) When Dean wakes Sam up and helps him to his feet—because damn, a night in one of those solid wood monstrosities would wreak havoc on anyone’s neck and spine—Sam mumbles something about losing track of time and isn’t able to turn his head to the right without wincing all day. Dean pretends to believe Sam. 

Sam pretends he buys Dean’s lukewarm rebuke. He does the same thing again the following night, though, as is the Winchester way. This time, it’s more or less the same, except it’s the kitchen, and it doesn’t look like Sam has slept at all. He blinks and flinches when Dean slams a mug of Irished-up joe on the counter. It’s more Irish than joe, really, but today’s the sort of day for it. 

“Y’look like you could use a bit of a pick me up,” Dean rasps, voice raw with sleep. He leans down when Sam doesn’t respond, but Sam’s eyes are worlds away, focusing on the space between his own face and the nearest object and darting restlessly. His lips move, but he makes no sound.

This close, Dean can see that Sam struggled hard enough against the restraints to bruise his wrists.

He knows this isn’t all about getting tied down and watching a man auction his heart off to hungry monsters. It isn’t even all about Kaia, or Mom, or Jack, or any of the other people they’ve lost or lost hope of saving.

He puts a few feet of space between him and Sam, bending so he can see Sam’s eyes. He says his little brother’s name and snaps his fingers until Sam finds his way out of wherever he is.

They’ve been here before, both of them. Same song, different verse.

Sam comes to with a shudder and a ragged inhale. His eyes dart to Dean, then to his coffee, which he sniffs suspiciously.

“Dean, it’s too early for booze.”

Dean can’t decide between, it’s not particularly early, Sam, and it’s never too early for booze, but he doesn’t have to. 

Sam takes a deep drink of the coffee and hisses at the taste. “That’s disgusting.”

“You’re welcome.”

He sits across from Sam before Sam can space out again, stealing Sam’s cup since he doesn’t seem in any big hurry to keep drinking.

Besides, a little liquid courage never hurt anyone. Especially before Words. Dean doesn’t believe himself to be particularly adept at the Words, but Sam isn’t here to spew his canned Dr. Phil shit, and someone has to do it.

“Is it Lucifer? I—” Smooth. Real smooth. Sam’s gaze darts to meet Dean’s. He continues. In for a penny, right? “I mean, the parallel occurred to me. I’m sure I’m not the only one who felt like I was watching Hell TV, and I wasn’t even in the chair. Are you—?” Okay, he wants to ask, but it’s a stupid question and they both know it. Anyway, if he asks it, Sam might feel compelled to lie, and they’ll be back at square one. “Okay. Strike that. Let’s proceed on the assumption that you are fucked all to Hell and back, maybe literally. I—I’m not stupid, Sam.”

Sam frowns, and for a second he seems more present. “Of course you’re not, Dean.”

“Shh. I mean, don’t think for a second I buy your oh wow I didn’t realize how late it was schtick. When I made that comment about you sleeping in, I didn’t mean to imply you should stop sleeping.”

“I’m—”

“So help me, Sam, if you say fine—”

“—dealing with it, Dean.”

“Don’t try that on me.” Dean sinks in his chair, fire gone from his voice. “We both know it’s not true. I know I said you needed to have hope for the both of us, but I didn’t mean for you to drive yourself into the grave trying to see the bright side. I’m shit at it, but I can try to see the bright side for a bit.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. The wan show of spirit is more than Dean could have asked for.

“Hey, gimme a break, Mr. Sunshine. You’ll want your job back real soon, I promise you that, but I won’t half-ass it. Look. I haven't seen you eat anything since that runny salad two days ago. How do eggs sound? I’ll make you some eggs and then you’re gonna go to my room and I’m gonna catch up on TV and you can catch a nap. I haven’t washed my sheets for weeks, and not even Hell smells like that, I guarantee you.”

Sam chuckles, and Dean feels like he’s won the lottery.

Dean knows it’s more than just one thing. It’s everything. He’s been on that razor edge before, and way back when he was ready to throw his life at Michael, Sam freed him and expressed his faith in him, and Dean remembered that sometimes there’s no easy fix or nice words. Sometimes there’s just a shoulder of support and the words (spoken or unspoken) that I’m here. We’ll make it together.

Companionship can blunt the edge of some of the sharpest blades the world can throw. It’s Dean’s turn, now, to offer a shoulder to lean on.

He stands, draws a fortifying breath. “How do you want your eggs?”

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[fromcenotaphy]

Castiel: Dean I said I didn't want a beer

Dean: babe you KNOW that being nurturing helps me think

[karategirl80]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Friendship, Human Castiel, Sleeping Castiel, Team Free Will, Fluff, Guilty Dean, Guilty Sam, Men of Letters Bunker, Human Castiel in the Bunker, Sleepovers, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Hugs Summary:

After Cas uses up the last of his grace saving Sam’s life, the brothers try to help him adjust to his now-permanent humanity. For an ex-angel, falling asleep feels a little too much like dying.

I shared the awesome pic @threshasketch did...

http://karategirl80.tumblr.com/post/174657268307/threshasketch-cas-with-his-star-shaped-night

which lead me to read the super awesome fic that goes with it!!! I feel for Cas, I have sleep anxiety and it really sucks.

[notsotastefulthoughts-blog]

Summary: Reader is on their period and experiences lots of cramps and stuff, generally feels really needy and weak. Dean is worried and takes care of reader.

Pairing: Dean x Reader on period

Word count: 850

Warnings: Periods, swearing

A/N: I decided to write a period fic since I love reading them. Especially when I’m on my period haha. In this one none of the people involved have any problem with periods. I mean, it’s the 21st century, come on people. Reader and Dean are in a platonic relationship and have no romantic feelings for eachother, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be cuddly. Oh, also, Sam isn’t home haha.

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You woke up and the first thing you felt was that familiar stabbing pain in your lower stomach.

Fuck. You hoped you weren’t too late and that you still would have time to run to the bathroom, but as soon as you pulled the covers away you saw the red stain on the sheets and you realised that you had not woken up in time. You got out of bed and started making your way to the bathroom. Dealing with changing the sheets was not at the top of your list of priorities right now so you decided to take a shower. A long shower. When you were done and wrapped in your soft bathrobe you started walking back to your room. As you were getting closer you heard that someone was already in there. You went in and the first thing you saw was Dean, changing your sheets.

“Dean, what are you doing ?” you asked, and you couldn’t help but sound a bit surprised.

“Well, I heard you get up and I thought it was weird since it’s so early and when I got to your room I saw the stain and heard that the shower was on so I just kinda put two and two together. Anyway, figured that you weren’t in the mood for changing sheets so i decided to do it for you.”

You smiled and were just about to open your mouth to thank him when another wave of cramps hit you again. You winced and grabbed the doorframe.

“Y/N, are you okay? What’s happening?” Dean asked with a worried look on his face.

“It’s okay Dean, don’t worry”, you said with a forced smile, still grabbing the doorframe so hard that your knuckles were almost white. “Just cramps, nothing serious.”

“Fuck, right. You know what? Go put on one of my t-shirts and lie down in my bed and I’ll go to the store real quick. What do you need?

“Umh… Painkillers, and maybe some pads.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back” he said, and got out of your room. Just a few seconds later you heard the front door to the bunker open and close and you were all alone.

You changed from your bathrobe to some pajama shorts and a sports bra and made your way do Dean’s room. You opened his shirt drawer and picked out a plain black t-shirt and pulled it over your head. It smelled like him and even though the pain in your stomach was still present you instantly felt a bit calmer. You made your way over to his bed and lied down. Once again you felt comforted by the smell of him since it was all over his bed. The only thing that would be better than this is that he would actually be there in the bed too, cuddling you. You tried, and failed, to fall asleep so you decided to put on some music instead. When the third song on your calm playlist was finished you heard the door to the bunker opening and closing again.

“Y/N/N, I’m home again, he said as he entered his room.”

You paused the music as he put the two grocery bags he had with him on the bed. He started pulling things out to show you what he had gotten for you.

“Okay, so I got two different kinds of pads since those are the ones I’ve seen that you use. I also got both paracetamol and ibuprofen since I didn’t know what works the best.” He threw the two boxes with painkillers next to you and handed you a water bottle so you could take the pills, but he wasn’t even close to being done yet. “I also got you some brownie ice cream, some chocolate bars, some potato chips, some popcorn and a heat pad.”

“Dean, thank you so much. It really means a lot to me and I want you to know that I’m really grateful.” You said with a small smile on your face.

He smiled back and walked over to the other side of the bed. “Want some company?” He asked with a caring and still slightly worried look on his face.

“Yes please”, you said and scooted over so that he would have some more room.

He put the water bottle and the painkillers on one of the nightstands, laid down behind you and pulled his warmest and softest blanket over the both of you. He started spooning and put his arm over you to hold the heating pad in place on your stomach. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. This was exactly what you needed right now.

“I love you.”, you said sleepily as your cramps got less and less painful thanks to the painkillers and the heating pad.

“I love you too, Y/N/N. Now, try falling asleep. I’ll be right here if you need anything”

You smiled softly and as Dean pressed play on the speaker and the music started to softly play again you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.