#safe here

[headcanons-of-sekai]

Mizuki isn’t amab transfem i like to think they’re agenital spectrum intersex and are cistransfem and struggled with their gender throughout childhood and was a hardcore tomboy before transitioning into a boy and then back into a woman and hates being called a boy because of it… im gonna get lynched for this aren’t i

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Just Might Work

A/N: This is part of my ongoing series Safe Here. The rest is HERE. It’s not exactly necessary to read the rest to follow along, but I think you should anyways because I wrote them and I love them. Thank you to my love @impala-dreamer for the read through and the commas. 

Dean x Reader

Words: 890

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“Here.” Bobby held the amber bottle out to Dean. 

“Thanks, Bobby.”

“What’d ya find?” Bobby asked, cracking his beer.

“Magnificent Seven.”

Bobby grunted his approval at Dean and sat. “Good choice.”

“Choice? The hell are you talking about? I could be a surgeon with the precision I just used on those rabbit ears. You’re lucky you can see McQueen’s face.” 

“Well, excuse me, Your Highness, I didn’t realize you had such bourgeoisie tastes now. I don’t generally have time to sit back and watch tv.”

“Just drink your beer, old man.”

The two of them sat in comfortable silence watching the movie for a while before Bobby spoke again.

“So. Why didn’t you join the other two musketeers at the bar?” 

Dean took a long drink from his beer. “It was a long hunt, Sam needed some time.”

Bobby nodded. 

After a beat, Dean stood to get another round from the kitchen. “Hey, Bobby?” 

Bobby didn’t look, but from the sound of his voice, he could tell Dean’s head was in the fridge. “Yeah?”

“Do you think we can ever have a good life? Ya know, be happy?”

“Do you mean you and I specifically? Together? Because no. You and I would never be happy together, we’re too much alike.”

“No, you ass.” Dean handed Bobby a beer over his shoulder and continued to the couch. “Royal we, hunters.”

“Yes, Dean, I think that you should finally stop beating around the bush and tell that girl you’re in love with her.”

“What? No. That’s not- I don’t even- Y/N and I aren’t on that level. Not what I meant at all. Uh, Sammy, he had feelings for this girl and…”

“Oh, well, my mistake.” He hid his smirk by taking a drink from his fresh beer. “My mistake, but just for the record, you know, I do think you two would be ok.”

“She deserves more than ok.”

“I agree. Why you’re the only person I’d give a blessing to.”

Dean stared at the side of Bobby’s head for a minute. He didn’t know how the hell to respond to that. First of all, it was ridiculous. Of course, he loved Y/N, but not in a love love way. She was part of the family for fuck’s sakes. Besides that, even if he did, there was no way she did. Y/N was way too smart for that. In a perfect world? Yeah, maybe he could definitely picture that life, but he didn’t have a perfect world, so there was no point in letting his mind go there. 

“Guys! You’ll never guess- Ohm fuck!” Y/N yelled as she stumbled in the front door.

“Y/N! Hey, hold on a second.” Sam managed to grab her elbow before she could do too much damage. “Go sit down, I’ll get you some water.” 

Y/N plopped down next to Dean on the couch, lying with her head in his lap. She smiled up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi, you. How was the bar?”

“It was great. Sam was boring. I was not.” 

“I’m not boring, but when someone decided that mixing tequila shots and Long Island teas was a good idea, I thought maybe I should slow down.” 

“Whoops.” Y/N was still staring up at Dean. “Sorry. I was s’posed to let Sam have fun.” She whispered. The whisper wasn’t successful, but Dean smiled at her.

“Oh, I had a great time. Bombed Y/N yelling at college kids is entertaining as hell.”

“Hey! Stop snitching and- and! I was not yelling. That one guy was rude, and so I took it upon myself to teach him a lesson that he obviously never learned before and needed to. He’s lucky I didn’t kick his ass after what he did.”

Dean stiffened, looking at Bobby then Sam. “What happened, Sam?”

“Relax, nothing happened. He was a dumb kid running his mouth. I would have stepped in if I needed to. You know that.” 

Dean looked back down to his lap, expecting a rebuttal to Sam saying he would’ve stepped in, but she was asleep. Well, more like passed out. She’d turned on her side, legs tucked into herself, one hand under her chin, the other holding onto Dean’s leg. 

“Alright boys, I’m gonna head up.”

“Yeah, me too. Dean, you going to just carry her up? Or I can if you wanted to stay down here.”

“Nah, you guys go. She’s comfy, so we’ll just leave her for a while. Sam, cover her up before you go.”

Bobby paused in the threshold of the living room, “You know Dean? You’re right. For sure wouldn’t work out. Best to keep your mouth shut forever.”

Dean threw a coaster at him while Sam covered Y/N with her favorite blanket. 

Once they were both gone, he spoke softly to the room. “Problem is, I think it could work. Really work, and that scares the shit outta me.” Adjusting as much as he could without jostling Y/N even though she was dead to the world at this point, he settled into the couch. He knew he’d be sore in the morning, knew he’d get shit for sleep. Didn’t matter. “I love you, sweetheart.”

He swore he felt her settle in a little closer when he said it, almost like it mattered. 

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I do not want to get you shut down so I won’t say anything nice about Catherine. But given the nasties out there re: Catherine, it seems Megsy is feeling rather unloved now and so has to go after the Duchess of Cambridge. No to mention a recently quit personal assistant out there who could leak some tidbits as an un named source about the Megsy. Especially her loaned wardrobe. Don’t think Megsy…

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Find a #indiepop song

Patrick Dorgan - Safe Here

Dorgan grew up to the sound of old (as in the oldest of old) soul music which has given him a voice both raw, warm and intense. His lyrics have got a bittersweet twist and Dorgan likes to see his songwriting as his sort of emotional “painkillers”.

That philosophy fits perfectly well with the themes of his new single, ‘Safe Here’, which about the pleasure and pain of temptations in life.

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Dean’s Home

A/N: LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL HEADER @impala-dreamer MADE ME! Thank you wife :) Oh, and she beta’d this too. 

It’s back! Thank you to everyone who’s recently found this series and loves it. You guys 100% gave me the push I needed to get back into this. This is how I think Dean coming home should have gone. 

Words: 1200

Warnings: Slight spoilers for 14x03

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“Sam. How is he really?”

Sam shook his head at Cas. “I don’t know Cas. I’m hoping maybe Y/N can get through to him.”

“Well, so far all I got was he’s hungry.”

“Y/N/N...” Sam looked over Cas’ shoulder as Y/N entered the room. “Hey.”

“Hi. Get some rest tonight, ok? He’s not gonna budge.”

“Maybe if I try…” Mary started.

“Look, Mary, all due respect, but you’re pretty fucking new around here, so how about you just follow our lead.” The exhaustion was clear in Y/N’s voice. Over the past few weeks it had become harder and harder for her to play along and smile when Mary tried to play dutiful Mom.

“Excuse me? I am his mother.”

“You don’t know him. Leave him alone.”

“Mom, it’s ok.” Sam whispered.

“Sam.” Mary pushed, turning away from Y/N to face him.

Sam shook his head slowly, silently begging her to stop.

“I could go get some of those burgers he likes.” Cas spoke up, diffusing the tension building in the room. “Bacon and extra onions.”

“Nah, Cas. I’m sure tomorrow he’ll have a list, but for now a kitchen raid will be fine.”

“Alright.” He nodded and smiled.

“Thank you, though,” Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around the angel’s shoulders.

“Of course.” He squeezed her back.

As soon as Cas released Y/N, Sam gathered her into a hug of his own. He held her for a moment before exhaling. As his body sank into hers, Y/N understood. He was letting go of a breath he’d been holding since the moment Dean disappeared.

“I know. Me too.” Y/N clung to him. “Get some sleep.”

Sam ducked his head to press a kiss to her temple. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. I can take first shift.” Y/N grinned.

“You know where to find me.” When he felt Y/N nod into his chest, he gave her one last squeeze and let her go.

“Night guys.”

When she reached the kitchen, Y/N sat at the table and took a deep breath. Just a moment. That’s all she needed. Just one, tiny moment to sit, to close her eyes, to just breathe. In the grand scheme of things, it was nothing, but there, in the Bunker kitchen, it was the only thing she could do to keep going.

She went about her task, slowly, methodically. Carefully constructing a sandwich out of odds and ends she found in the fridge, placing it on a tray alongside chips, and a slice of pie. Grabbing the tray and a six pack, she made her way back to Room 11.

“Holy shit! Took ya long enough,” Dean teased. “You make the bread from scratch?”

“I ran into Sam and Cas.” Y/N smiled and held the tray out to him. “Smartass.”

“Oh. Look, I’m sorry. I’m sure they probably pounced you the second you walked in the room.”

“Dean, it’s not a big deal. I can handle them. Tonight, you need to eat and get some rest.”

“Y/N/N...baby, I can’t hide in here forever.”

“I’m not asking for forever. I’m asking for one night and for what it’s worth, Sam agrees with me, and he needs the rest just as much as you do.”

“Fuck.” He sighed and sat on the bed.

“Eat.” Y/N kissed his forehead and turned to leave.

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“I just wanted to take a quick shower. I’ll be fast.”

“Together?”

“Ok. Yeah.” Y/N smiled softly as she sat next to him on the bed. She looped her arms around his and rested her head on his shoulder. “Sandwich first though.”

“I can’t believe you let Sam grow a beard.” Dean said, mouth full of sandwich. “He looks like a hobo.”

“I want him to keep it, I think it looks great.”

“Traitor.”

Y/N laughed, genuinely laughed, for the first time in weeks.

“Ready?” She asked when Dean set the plate beside himself on the bed.

“Yeah, I’ll finish the rest later.”

The shower was quick, more about washing the day away than anything else. Dean wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and held her to his chest under the hot spray. When they were finished, he stepped out first, as always, and held out a towel for Y/N.

“Do you want another sandwich?” Y/N asked as the pair made their way back to their bedroom.

“Nah. I’ll be good with the chips and pie.”

“Are you sure? I can make another one. Or maybe soup? You should probably drink some water too.” Y/N rambled, her words coming faster and faster with each one. “I know I brought the beer, but you need water. Shit, you’d probably rather have whiskey. I-”

Dean stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned Y/N to face him. His hands rested on her shoulders as his eyes swept over her face. “Whoa. Slow down, ok? I’m ok.”

“Dean,” she admonished.

“I’m serious. I’m back. That’s all that matters.” He smiled, attempting to dismiss the conversation completely.

“It’s as if sometimes you forget we know each other.”

“Y/N/N…please.”

“Fine. It’s just that I know angels don’t have to eat or drink and it’s been so long and I’m worried and I was worried and you’re never not hungry and I just...”

Dean pulled her into a hug. As his arms wrapped around her, his lips brushed against her temple.

“I know. I know. The sandwich was perfect for tonight.” He pulled back just enough to press a sweet kiss to Y/N’s lips. “I wouldn’t turn down some water though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded.

“K. I’ll meet you back in the room.” Y/N let go of him and started down the hall.

“Ya know,” Dean called after she’d made it a few steps away. “Another slice of pie wouldn’t hurt anything either.”

“I think that’s reasonable.” Y/N turned and winked.

Water drank, pie eaten, Dean turned the lamp on his nightstand off and took his spot next to Y/N in bed. He was quiet for a few minutes, relishing in having her body against his, the comfort of feeling her skin on his enough to calm him.

“It was Sam,” he mumbled suddenly.

Y/N didn’t respond but she didn’t need to. She knew Dean would continue when he was ready.

“I had to say yes. It was Sam.”

When she heard the faintest of cracks in his voice, Y/N turned in his arms. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

“Really?”

“Baby...of course I would have. For Sam, for you, for Cas, it’s what we do.”

“Yeah and we get screwed every time.”

“Not every time…” she teased, but Dean wasn’t taking the bait.

“Name one.”

“I...ok that’s not the point, shut up. We always figure it out.”

“I’m just so tired.”

“Ok. Let’s get some sleep, we can talk more tomorrow.”

“Not exactly what I meant.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered.

“I love you. You know that?”

“Mhm. I’m glad you’re back.” Y/N smiled softly and tipped her head back. He didn’t waste any time capturing her waiting lips.

“Me too. I love you, Sweetheart.”

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