Pairing: Sam x OFC!Alex x Dean (No Wincest. Poly/ENM)
Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, Dean Winchester
Word Count:~750
Warning: None. Fluff with a touch of angst.
Author Notes: I watched Spn’s Tombstone episode and got inspired, and finally wrote it once I read @deancaskiss ‘ cowboy destiel fanfic Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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Alex sat and waited at the map room bobbing her right leg quickly, nervously. Sam looked up at her from his reading seeing her hands splayed flat on the table. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned towards her, “You okay?”
She looked at giving him a posed smile and nodded. “Just waiting,” she explained.
“What did you do?” Sam asked.
“Remember last week when I got you your early anniversary gift— those first edition lore books that you wanted?”
Sam smiled and looked her, his eyes darkening at the thought —such a dreamy smile for Alex to see; she almost felt lightheaded. She shook her head, “I did something similar for Dean but not books.”
Sam grinned and chuckled, wondering what she did and kind of excited to see Dean’s reaction. “What did you get him?”
“Remember how much he loves Dodge city and cowboys?” She asked.
He widened his eyes and facepalmed, “Oh my God, Alex, what did you get him? He is gonna be cowboy this, cowboy that for the next month. Wearing his hat no less.”
She grinned and spoke, her voice a bit husky, “I know.”
Sam looked a bit shocked and thought a moment, “You like him in his hat and boots, huh?”
She grinned a bit embarrassed, “I like him in his hat and boots, and then when we does that twange, mmm.” She quickly added, “I know he is gonna go cowboy crazy for a bit but totally worth it when he wakes up and you see how, hopefully, excited he gets.”
“What did you get him?”
She tried to hide her smile licking her lips, “Working replicas of Wyatt Earp’s and Doc Holliday’s guns, a print of a painting of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, the movie poster of Tombstone signed by some of the cast members, and replica cowboy hats of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.”
Sam’s eyes widened with each item she spoke of. He put his head down in his hands on the table and grumbled, “We're doomed.”
“He’ll be happy,” she tried to justify. Her mouth drowned when she added, “I also found a movie theater close to here where you can buy time there to watch a movie, so I did Tombstone for him. “ She looked down at her hands and her face turned red because she just realized he had going to make everyone come see it with him, including the Sioux Falls gang. She smiled to herself.
“How often does he smile and laugh, truly?” She asked Sam.
He sighed and sat up looking at her, “True. Fine.”
She clapped, “Yay.”
Sam glared at her, “I’m going to get you back.”
She looked to her lap then at him, “Prank or bedroom?”
“I haven’t decided, maybe both,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.
After twenty minutes in tense silence, you could hear Dean yell excitedly from his room. Alex grinned and stood up walking to the kitchen waiting for him.
“Alex,” Dean yelled. “Ale—“ he stopped when he saw her, he was wearing one of the new cowboy hates which Alex thought made him look even sexier. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, and lifted her up then passionately kissed her. She melted into his lips and hummed.
When he set her down, she felt a little dizzy and grinned.
Dean was flabbergasted, “Oh, Baby, I don’t deserve you. How did you—? Why?”
“They’re early anniversary gifts for you while it is next week, I couldn’t wait. I knew you’d love them. The—the guns are working replicas.”
Dean’s jaw dropped, “They’re working? I can use them in a hunt?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Baby,” Alex grinned at him.
“I’m gonna go shoot them,” Dean grinned like a little kid getting what he wanted on Christmas from Santa.
“The bullets are in that blue ammo box,” she called as he went back to his room.
Alex walked back over to Sam but stopped upon Dean rushing back out with a piece of paper in hand. “You rented a theater to watch Tombstone?” He asked incredulously.
“You said you always wanted to see it in theater,” she explained meekly. She could see Dean’s mind working and planning.
“How many seats are there?” He asked
“150,” she confirmed.
He turned around and got his cell out, “I’m inviting everyone!”
She continued walking back to Sam, put her hands on the table, tilted her head to one side and sighed. “We’re doomed.”
Summary: Birthday celebration. Alex makes Dean pie. Castiel gives Alex a gift with a surprise.
Pairing: None
Canon: Supernatural (AU), season 10ish. Bobby Lived. Charlie lived. Angels have their wings back/can fly.
Word Count: ~3.1K
Characters: Castiel, OFC!Alex, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of OFC!Aggie and OMC!Aloy
Warnings: SPOILERS. Cursing. Possible show-level violence. Severe injury.
Author’s Notes: AU Spn. Possible spoilers.
Beta’d: @myloversgone
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Chapter 4 || Chapter 6
Bobby left early that morning to help out Rufus a few states over on a case. Alex stayed in her room much of the morning trying to figure out what she should do to help Dean.
Near lunchtime, she decided to make a pie and looked to see what they had for ingredients. She made a *graham cracker pie crust and found a box of vanilla pudding.
Dean came into the kitchen with a very audible inhale, “Whatcha making?”
Alex grinned, “Right now, just a graham cracker pie crust. Trying to decide on the filling.”
“Hmmm, graham cracker,” Dean said. He pursed his lips and tapped his chin in thought.
“Have a recommendation?” She asked.
“There are lots of choices,” he began almost as if a critic or something. “Chocolate, banana cream, pecan, fruit, and jam, um…”
“Let me see what I can scrounge up and I’ll let you know when it is done,” she said as she was grinning ear to ear. He was talking to her. Yes! Who doesn’t love food? She thought, trying to keep herself calm while in her head she was jumping for joy and punching the air excitedly.
Dean walked out with a smile into the library. She left the pudding box out on the counter and headed into her room making sure to close the door. She grabbed her purse and phone and put her boots on. On her phone, she looked to find where the grocery store that the brothers went to all the time was.
The sound of fluttering wings were left in her stead and her room empty. She popped in behind the grocery store and looked around to make sure no one was about before walking in to grab fresh fruit and vegetables. Maybe they’ll let me make dinner tonight, like a beef stew or something. Lots of veggies for Sam. Big ol’ hunk of meat for Dean. She chuckled aloud, thinking of the conversation Sam had with her about the things Dean likes to help make him more comfortable around her. So far, food seemed to be working.
Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the grocery store with two paper bags and walked back behind the grocery store. Another quiet flutter of wings is heard and she is back in the pantry. She put the bags down and started to unload the fresh food when her phone buzzed with a text message.
Sam: Alex, where are you?
She walked out of the pantry and called for Sam.
He walked into the kitchen to find her holding bananas. “Where were you?”
“Oh, I was in the pantry. Had Casi go get a few groceries for me so I could finish the pie and make dinner,” she smiled confidently while inside she felt shaky and nervous. Most people freak out when I tell them I can fly; though Sam and Dean do know Casi, so maybe they won’t? I don’t want to be a taxi service though. She felt mentally frustrated but went back to the kitchen counter to finish making the banana cream pie for Dean.
“You could have asked me. I don’t mind driving you to the grocery store to get stuff,” Sam offered as he looked around the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Sam asked as he approached the counter.
“Making Dean banana cream pie,” she stated as she made the vanilla pudding on the stove. “But don’t tell him it’s for him.”
Sam chuckled and nodded. He then leaned on the counter and looked at her, “Isn’t today your birthday today? Shouldn’t we be making food for you?” he teased.
She looked him dead in his eyes, “I want to make pie and make dinner. If you’re gonna play that game, Mr. Winchester, it’s my birthday and I want to make a pie for Dean and to make a sort of beef stew for dinner tonight. So, shut it and go away or help.” She turned back to the stove, and quickly she stuck her tongue out at him before going back to the pudding, not expecting him to do anything but walk away.
Instead, he went into the pantry and fridge to pull out vegetables and the roast that ‘Castiel’ got for her. Alex pulled out a large straight-sided pot.
Together, Alex taught Sam how to make *“stone soup.”
“That’s a weird name,” Sam said.
“It’s a children’s story,” she began as she took the beef roast and piled them salted and peppered it. “There was a man who had no food but had a fire, a pot, and water. He was a traveler and resting for the night. He decided to place a stone in his water to boil as it was better than nothing. He would stir it up and of course, the water would boil, creating steam that attracts other travelers, so when others would see him, they’d ask him what he was making.
He replied, ‘Stone soup.’ They, being hungry travelers too, offered what they had to add to the stone soup to eat what he was making. One had carrots and broccoli and others had spices. A man had meat to add,” she explained as she placed the finished banana cream pie in the freezer.
“Eventually, it was a delicious soup that was shared among all the travelers. I don’t actually remember all of the story itself. It’s an actual book but the idea is a way of using leftovers to make food; so when I was a kid and my parents hadn’t gone grocery shopping for a bit, my Mom would make stone soup. We would just gather what we had of vegetables and figure out what went together with spices as well as some meat. The next day, we’d go grocery shopping but it became a sort of family tradition, usually once or twice a month, we’d have stone soup.”
She shrugged then added as she watched Sam chop up vegetables, ”It would never be the same either. It was sometimes a soup and other times a stew or a sort of rice dish. It was the same basic idea though. Just use up what you have left.” She put the roast in the pot seating the sides until it was all browned then added two quarts of beef broth (due to the size of the pot), prepping it for dinner that evening. Once Sam was done, they added the vegetables and brought them to a boil before letting them simmer for the remainder of the day.
“Thanks, Alex,” Sam said smiling.
“You don’t need to. I should thank you for the help. You’d make a good sous chef, I think, especially with your knife skills,” She complimented him with a grin. “We should spar sometime. I’d love to see your skills.”
He blushed and scratched the back of his neck as he chuckled, “I’m not very good at throwing knives but pretty good at using them.”
“Well, then, it’s a date. Just tell me when and where Mr. Winchester. When you’re up for it,” she winked and walked back to her room. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she called out. From her room, she came out with a book she found in the library, a pen, and pieces of similar paper, and then sat down at the kitchen table to read and write in the book.
Sam has gone into the library as he was researching a few potential cases.
Throughout the day, Alex received several text messages of birthday greetings and even a few phone calls that she made sure were short; Sam and Dean even left for a little bit which she took to go work on organizing and putting the gym together and left her new project on the kitchen table.
She would periodically check in the ‘stone soup,’ chuckling every time she walked out thinking of her conversation with Sam. It is so easy to talk to him. How is Dean so different from Sam? she wondered. He loves him and family is stupidly important to him, which she really liked about Dean and scared her a little for some reason. Bobby’s words echoed in her head as they tended to when it came to thinking of family: family don’t stop with blood. “Shut up, Bobby,” she whispered to herself.
With that thought, she picked up her phone and called him. Getting his voicemail, “Hey, Bobby. Just checking in to see if you made it there yet. It’s been a good day. I think Sam told Dean it’s technically my birthday despite my making Dean a pie and I’m making them dinner. Sam said food can be a good way to soften up Dean, so I am. Call or text me when you get a chance and tell that son of a bitch, Rufus, to focus on his shit and double check his facts.” She chuckled and hung up.
She skimmed through her messages and replied thank you for the birthday wishes. None were from her family but that was normal. Birthdays were no different than any other day to her family. She decided to call her Father and got his voicemail as well. “Hey Dad. Hope everything is going well. Just chilling and looking for a case. If you got one and like company, lemme know.” She quickly added, “Other than a spirit would be nice. Lemme know if you hear from the other two. They’ve been silent for most of the year now from what I can tell.” She hung up and chewed on her lower lip.
The gym was almost put together but she decided to check on dinner. She heard the brothers walking down the stairs talking quietly as she entered the kitchen. “Hey,” she yelled out to them. “Find what you needed?”
It was suddenly quiet. She stirred the pot and waited with a grin on her face, curious if they were actually going to do something with it being her birthday. She mentally cringed at the thought of them trying to give her a gift since they only met like a few days ago, and she really just wanted a nice dinner. She rolled her eyes and hushed her brain as she picked up the book and continued to read. She took nearly page-sized pieces of paper and wrote on them then stuck them into the book between the pages. “I’m gonna have to rewrite, like, half this book, at least,” she grumbled and sighed.
She walked out into the hall to her bedroom and called out, “I’m going to my room. I’ll be back out in about 15-20 minutes to stir the pot.”
There was more shuffling and quiet talking. “Thanks,” Dean called out. Alex giggled as she walked back into her room and closed the door.
She received a text from Sam a few minutes later telling her he would stir the pot and just chill for a while. She agreed and kept working on her project.
About thirty minutes later a thought occurred to her, a flutter of wings was heard and her room was empty.
An hour later, Dean came and knocked on Alex’s bedroom door. When a response did not come, he opened the door to find it empty. He thought for a moment then headed to the gym. He saw it surprisingly was nearly finished. She must have been doing this by herself, but then he remembered that she probably is much stronger than she seems because of the angel-demon stuff. He felt nervous at the thought. It is such an odd thing to be both angel and demon and be alive. He knew she had to be extremely powerful, which made him uncomfortable. Other than Castiel, he has not had a very good relationship with Angels, let alone demons; in addition to how he was a demon only a few months ago. Dean shook his head, ignoring the uneasiness of his demonic past, and walked back to the kitchen.
He turned the corner into the kitchen to see Alex holding a crate and talking to Castiel in the foyer. Castiel grinned wide and took the crate, obviously excited. Alex reciprocated the excited, wide grin and watched him. They walked into the kitchen.
Sam turned around, “Hi!” He looked at Alex.
“Hey, sorry, I was thinking and wanted to talk to Casi, so we didn’t make it back to my room.” She shrugged.
“That’s because there is a surprise for you,” Castiel explained.
Alex looked confused, “Why? I didn’t do anything.”
“You bought us a gym,” Dean stated. “And have been putting it together by yourself. How strong are you?”
Alex blushed and looked to her feet, then shyly shrugged.
Sam walked over to Dean and poked him in the chest, silently mouthing ‘Stop it’, then moved to his brother’s side.
“Right,” Dean began and Alex looked back at him. “It’s your birthday, Alex. We wanted to do something for you.” His face changed as he spoke, softening, sort of. The hard edge of his jaw seemed to relax, as did his body, to a point.
Sam must have forced him to join in. This will be awkward. I hate it when people do this, She thought disdainfully to herself. She closed her eyes and quickly put on a mask, just like working a case, a genuine-appearing smile that touched her eyes and forced her body to relax. It’s a show for them, she thought. Note to self: rip Bobby a new one. This has him all over it. She mentally rolled her eyes as she looked at Dean then at Sam.
Sam smiled, “Yes, we got you an ice cream cake and some candles to make a wish.”
Alex covered her face and giggled as she remembered the flirtations with Dean about her age last week.
Sam and Dean were confused as they had completely forgotten about last week.
Alex takes a few deep breaths, “So, this is how you find out my age, huh, Dean? It’s confusing though.”
Dean’s eyes widened, remembering the conversation, and chuckled.
“Technically, I was born in 1992 but because of how time moves in Hell, quicker, I was 10 when we came back topside. So, the delightful angels made my birth year 1982 since it is chronologically correct. I’ve only been alive for 23 years despite my body chronologically being 33,” Alex grinned the whole time trying not to laugh as she watched Dean’s face fall into confusion which looked very similar to how Sam’s was.
Castiel looked at her, his brow furrowed, “I thought you went with your chronological age?”
“I do. It’s just fun to fuck with people,” she responded.
Castiel nodded in understanding with a small smile when he looked at Sam and Dean. He went back to the small jars in the crate and pulled one out looking at the handmade label. “Oooo,” Castiel said as he opened the clear jar of honey with ‘Mississippi Gulf coast’ written on the lid.
“Try the one from northern Georgia, so yummy,” Alex recommended.
Sam suddenly chuckled and shook his head, “You’re something else, Alex.”
“Oh, you’re just scratching the surface there, Sam.”
Dean had grabbed a beer out of the fridge and was sipping it, appearing a bit irritated, which made Alex smile.
He looks so hot when he is irritated. What is wrong with me? Friendly. Goal is friendship. Ugh. You got problems, Alex. She thought and mentally facepalmed herself.
Sam was gathering dishes to set at the table when Dean leaned over and quietly asked, “So, how old is she?”
“She’s 33, Dean,” Sam replied and shook his head at him, and finished setting the table up.
“I made you pie, Dean,” Alex suddenly said. “It’s banana cream and in the freezer.”
“She also made dinner,” added Sam.
“Sam helped a lot,” she added.
Dean was surprised to hear the pie was made for him. It was her birthday. She should be making things she likes and for herself.
Dinner went over well. Castiel even tried it. They sang happy birthday to her. The ice cream cake turned out to be Oreo which Dean admitted to asking Bobby what her favorite cake was.
Alex reminded Dean about the pie and that he didn’t have to share with anyone unless he wanted to. Dean blushed slightly and thanked her for thinking of him despite it being her day.
Castiel stood up and gave Alex a hug out of the blue; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, plain box. “Happy birthday, Alex.”
She looked confused at him, “Thank you.“ She set the box on the table and carefully opened it, looking inside.
A sudden purple plume of smoke erupted from the box, quickly engulfing the room and everyone except Alex fell to the floor unconscious. “Fucking A,” she yelled. She checked the Winchesters first and they seemed fine.
“They’re not engaged with you, so they appear asleep to you,” said a female voice.
Alex turned to the voice, her face covered in disgust. “If you were here in person, I would kill you on the spot.”
“You say that every time,” she chuckled at Alex.
“Just making my intentions towards you clear and consistent. You're obviously afraid of me or you’d show up,” Alex challenged. “What do you want, Agnes?”
“I came to say Happy Birthday to my little sister,” Agnes almost sang as she spoke.
Alex only gave Agnes a look of no more than anger and disgust. “I don’t accept it. Now release me and fuck off.”
“You know, I can keep you in here for days,” Agnes challenged her.
“Ok,” Alex began. “Do your worst. It cannot be any worse than what you’ve already done to me.” She waved her hand at her, “Come on.”
Agnes responded with a wicked grin. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“That’s what you think,” Alex smirked.
Alex had collapsed on the kitchen table, unconscious. The purple plume had engulfed her face and delved into her mouth and disappeared as if it had a mind of its own.
Everyone went to her to try to see what happened but she was unresponsive.
Castiel examined her then touched her face. “Her mind is entrapped in some kind of spell. I cannot penetrate it.”
“I’ll call Rowena,” said Sam, picking up his phone as he spoke.
