#saddean

[samwiinchesterr]

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“I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.”

summary: You were going to meet up with Sam and Dean when you were taken by some man with a knife, nothing supernatural. Just a kidnapper and murderer. So you escaped and you looked for your phone to call the boys.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 776

Warnings: Kidnapping, Slight Violence, and some Dean fluff. 

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You pull out your phone and dialed Dean’s number, “Please pick up, please pick up.” Straight to voicemail. “Shit,” You call again. One ring, two rings, three. “Dean pick up your fucking phone!” 

“Y/N? You okay?” Dean says picking up after 5 rings. 

“Dean, I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.” You sob into the phone. 

“Stay on the phone, I’m on my way.” He says calmly, yet you can hear all the rustling from the other side of the line. A few seconds of silence and you hear him speak again, 

“Sammy, let’s go! ... Y/N, what happened?” He says as you hear two car doors slam. One for Dean, one for Sam. 

“I was taken when I was walking to meet you guys.” You said looking behind you as you keep running. 

“I told you we should’ve met her at her hotel! ... Damnit!” You hear Dean yell and hit the steering wheel. You hear mumbling that sounds like Sam’s voice, probably trying to calm Dean down. Then you hear the gas revving on the impala. 

“Do you see any street signs?” Dean asks intensely. As you’re out of breath, and still running you hear yelling from behind you. As you stop running and turn around, down the long road you see the man that kidnapped you running towards you in sprints. 

“Oh my god, oh my god!” You yell and start running faster than before. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?!” Dean yells into his phone. You hear the engine rev again. 

“He’s chasing me!” You cry, out of breath and starting to feel tired. 

“Y/N, look for a street sign!” Dean shot back at me. 

“Um… Um…” You franticly look around for any sign at all, “Maple drive and Pennington street!” You shouted as you turned back to see the man still running towards you, closer than before. 

“Sammy look at the map! Maple and Pennington! ” You hear Dean shout, then all that you can hear is your heart pounding in your head. Then, with muffled sound, you hear Dean say “Y/N we know where you are, keep running!” 

“I can’t, Dean. I think... I’m gonna f-faint.” You say, still running, but slowing down and huffing your air out of your lungs. 

“Yes you can, Y/N, and you need to. I’m almost there, hang on!” He shouted once again. 

You slow down even more but keep moving at a fast jog. But you feel your heart beat in your throat and everything is silent, until you hear screeching tires and you turn around and see the impala pull in between you and the criminal. You see Sam jump out of the passenger seat and shoot him and Dean comes running to you.  

“Y/N!” Dean bellows, he reaches you at just the point when you fall weak into him. The last thing you hear, before your mind fades to black, is Dean’s voice mutter, “Okay, it’s okay.” 

~a few hours later~

You’re feeling groggy and you start to hear some voices. 

“We should’ve been with her. She could’ve been killed.” Dean. That was Dean’s voice. 

“There’s no way we could’ve know-” 

“We should’ve known, Sam!” Dean yells. You slowly open your eyes, and groan. 

“Can you two shut up?” As soon as you say that, you hear Sam laugh. 

Your eyes fully open and you sit up, Sam is leaning on the wall nearby, and Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed you’re in. 

“Be careful, your head got banged up pretty bad.” Dean says, reaching toward you and lightly placing his hand on the side of your head. He then feels a bit embarrassed and pulls his hand back. 

“Stop worrying, I’m fine. Thank you for coming to get me.” You said as you laid a hand on Dean’s arm. “Really, you saved my life. Again.” 

Dean let out a small laugh as his head hung, looking at the ground. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He admitted while lifted his head and looking into your eyes. 

“I suddenly... have to... um, leave.” Sam says backing to the door and chuckling, giving you a wink before sliding out of the doorway. 

“Yeah thanks, Sammy” Dean smiled as he kept his eyes on you, but shoved off his brother with a flick of his wrist. As soon as the door closes, Dean scoots closer. 

“I really am so happy you’re okay, Y/N.” He says bringing his hand back up to your cheek, knowing Sam is no longer in the room. You lean into his touch and smile lightly. 

“My hero.” You beamed and Dean smiled wide. 

[destiel7479]

Hey there I slept too much last night and i feel like shit how are you?

[hotcocoandmarshmallows]

Now I colored it in! Took me two hours, but I did it. :) I can barely type.

[pietoperdition]

"Calls Me Home" Dean Winchester Feels

[pietoperdition]

[pietoperdition]

Human!Cas in the Bunker

Human!Cas is nothing if not sincere and he honestly and truly believes that the Winchester boys are going to be of great service to him in learning exactly what it means and how to be human. And, sure, Dean cannot help but be pleased by this because, well, when has Dean ever been more than just barely adequate? He believes himself to be what no one should care to emulate, not as a son, brother, or friend. And while Cas’ actions in the past have screamed of validation of Dean “guy with a GED and a give-em-hell attitude” Winchester, here Cas is—-lost, vulnerable, and afraid—-and trusting Dean to be enough. His best friend, his own savior, needs him, wants to be like him. Most importantly, he will actually stay this time and maybe, just maybe, they can build a life together. So sure, maybe the elder Winchester finds a thrill at this prospect, and Dean silently thanks Cas for remembering to fashion back his many freckles while gripping him tight and raising him from perdition; right now, those freckles are the only thing hiding the pleased redness from spreading across his face.

And so they would stay like that in the bunker, Team Free Will whole and intact for the first time possibly ever, and he would teach Cas the various ins-and-outs of everyday human mundanity: Dean would, with uncharacteristic patience, for the 5th damn time explain to Cas how to hard-boil an egg because the fallen angel had inexplicably acquired a taste for runny egg salad sandwiches——which, Dean also, quite graciously, did not point out made the whole kitchen smell like a demon locker room; together, they would solve Cas’ great mystery of how to teeth brush and it would fast became one of Cas’ (but definitely not Dean’s, because that would be weird, right?) favorite activities to do together; Dean would go with Cas to his first real hair cut because “no way are you ever, ever getting the Sam-flop on my watch”; he would show Cas how to make the bed the right way—-military-grade style—- for ultimate long sleepage, although, Dean had not really gotten that since he was 4 years old; Dean would finally explain, with only a little teasing, why sheep were the preferred animal when sleep counting (“umm, they are kinda fluffy, like a pillow maybe? And like your completely ridiculous hair in the morning?); most importantly, he would run into Cas’ room when he heard screaming and would gently wrestle a shaking, sobbing Cas into his chest; he would stroke his hands comfortingly through Cas’ hair, just the way Dean’s mother used to do to him, while Cas would repeat, brokenly, “My wings, Dean, I cant feel my wings”; that night would be the night that Dean would decide to move Cas into his room so that he would not have to run so far the next time to reach Cas. It is because Dean knows, perhaps better than anyone, that the only way to pull a person back from that ledge was by someone who lives there too.

[pietoperdition]

The saddest human/inanimate object moment in all of tv-dom