#sam is mentioned

[juiceboxyo]

Deanna pissing off her wifey + a s1 Deanna bc i think s1 Dean is so cute, and think he’d be even cuter as a butch

[anotherspnfanfic]

Rainy Night

A/N: So I had a friend pick 2 random numbers and these were the prompts that matched those numbers. They’re bolded. Bit of angsty/fluffy with some comforting Dean.

Word count 1400 ish

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She never could have possibly imagined this was how her night was going to go. She had gone to work that morning, just like every other day. Today, the clients had seemed a bit more rude and pushy than usual. She was ready to unwind with a glass of wine and a good movie with her fiancé.

She got off late and stopped to pick up some take-out, because she wasn’t in the mood to cook, and headed home.

She never expected to walk in on him with one of her friends. She was so shocked, she had simply turned around and left, slamming the door hard on the way out.

He had chased after her all the way to her car with pleading apologies and excuses. She hadn’t listened. Instead, she got in her car and started to drive.

She wasn’t sure where she was going. Just away from him, as far away as she could get.

About 45 minutes later, she felt one of her tires blow. She pulled over to the side and hit the steering wheel in frustration. She picked up her phone, “No service, great. Who would I call anyway?”

She had the spare pulled from the trunk and was about to jack up the car when it started to rain. She sighed, but continued changing the tire as quickly as possible.

She removed all the lugnuts and kicked the tire lightly expecting it to shift. It didn’t budge. She kicked it harder a few times, still nothing. She picked up the tire iron and hit the tire still to no avail.

She dropped the tire iron and a harsh sob racked her body as she sank to the ground. All of her emotions from the day hitting at once. After a few minutes, she looked up. Just as she began considering how far she could walk, a set of headlights came into view.

“Great. Top off my night with getting murdered and dumped out here in the middle of nowhere,” she mumbled to herself.

Despite her not moving to flag them down, the car slowed and pulled over to a stop behind her car.

She tried to wipe away her tears, suddenly glad the rain would likely cover that she had been crying.

She saw the door open and a foot step out. That was all she could make out past the still-lit headlights. She heard the door squeak as it closed, and then she saw a set of bow legs backlit as they approached.

“You alright, sweetheart?” His voice was deep and soothing, somehow removing some of her fear of the stranger.

She scoffed, “I’m super.”

“You need some help?”

“I was thinking of just camping out right here,” she said.

He disappeared to the trunk of his car and returned a moment later. “May I?” he asked, holding up a blanket. “You’re shaking.”

Just then realizing how cold she was, she nodded. He gently draped the thick wool blanket over her shoulders and immediately moved to look at the tire.

He kicked the tire and hit it with the tire iron, just as she had. He had no better luck than she had. He laid down and scooted partially under the car so he could hit the tire from the other side.

“Son of a bitch. That thing is really stuck,” he announced a moment later as he stood. “Can I give you a ride somewhere instead?”

She looked away, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes, “I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Well, you can't just sit there all night. How about you let me buy you a cup of coffee. You can warm up a little, at least,” he suggested, reaching out a hand to help her stand. “I’m Dean, by the way.”

She considered her options, quickly realizing she didn’t really have any. She slowly reached out and allowed him to help her up, introducing herself as she got to her feet. She was surprised when he opened the passenger side door before walking around to get behind the wheel.

They were quiet as he drove. Before long, he pulled into a little town and into a small diner’s parking lot.

“Where are we, anyway?” she asked as she followed him out of the car.

“You were only 10 miles up the road. How do you not know where you are?”

“You know when you drive somewhere but you don’t really remember the drive? I honestly don’t even know which way I turned when I hit the highway.” She avoided eye contact.

“North. That is, assuming you came from Seattle. We’re in Granite Falls.”

The waitress made her way over as soon as they sat down, “Evening, guys, what can I get ya?”

“Two cups of coffee,” Dean requested, and then turned. “You want pie?”

She hesitated momentarily. “Sure.”

“And two slices of pie,” he finished the order.

“Thanks,” she said.

After the coffee and pie were on the table, he spoke up, “Can I ask you about that ring? Seeing as it seems a bit like you’re running from something.”

She looked at the ring on her finger. She pulled it off and dropped it on the table. “Fucking cheating bastard,” she fumed before she could stop herself. “He knows when I get home. And they were in our bed. It’s like he wanted to get caught. And her! I thought she was supposed to be my friend.”

“Damn, sorry I asked.”

“How much do you think I could get for that thing? I don’t have that much stuff. I could just sell it and buy new stuff.”

Dean picked up the ring and looked at it carefully. “I hate to add to your night, but the diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

Her jaw dropped. “That dick. Wait, how do you know that?”

He chuckled, “That is a long story. But it is definitely fake.”

She shifted her gaze towards the table as she felt more tears welling up.

“Look at it this way, at least you found out before you tied the knot,” said Dean. “Finish your pie. No asshat is worth wasting pie.”

She laughed for the first time that night.

“There’s a smile. You’re pretty when you smile.” He reached over to gently wipe a stray tear from her cheek.

She finished the pie and they had refills of their coffees. Then she pulled her phone out. She was surprised to find only one missed call.

“Thanks again. I’ll just call a cab or something, get my car towed in the morning.”

“Where are you gonna go?”

She shrugged.

“You look exhausted. There’s a motel right down the road. Let me drive you over there so you can get some rest.”

She couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow at him.

“That wasn’t a line. I meant a room by yourself… unless you wanted it to be a line,” he said with a cocky smirk.

She took a moment to finally, fully, take him in. He was gorgeous: bright-green eyes, chiseled jaw, perfect lips, and so many freckles she couldn’t begin to try to count. “Tempting… very, very tempting, but probably not a good idea.”

He pulled up to the motel office and parked. He watched as she hesitated opening the door. She stopped and turned to face him.

“Um, this is stupid. You just met me, and I’ve intruded in your night enough already, but, do you, maybe, want to watch some crappy on-demand movie with me?” she asked, shyly. “I’m exhausted, and I should sleep. But my mind isn’t going to shut off that easy… and I kinda don’t want to be alone in my head.”

“Yeah, sure, movie it is,” he agreed. She turned to get out of the car finally before he grabbed her wrist to stop her. “My brother and I actually already have a room, if you wanted to just watch it there.”

She knew, logically, she shouldn’t be so comfortable agreeing to such a thing. She wasn’t sure why, but she trusted him more than she had anyone else in years. “Yeah, that works. Thank you.”

He smiled, “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. I’m just glad to help however I can.”

Tags: @deanwasscaredbyacat @babypieandwhiskey @muchamusedaboutnothing

[timelord-winchester-22b]

Secret of Baker Street

Oh look I’m back from the dead. Again.

@crystalmax-15 (don’t know why the link’s not working) mentioned to me back in like last December about the possibility of an AU where Rosie Watson hunts with the Winchesters. This is the result that I probably should have posted a long long time ago...

I wasn’t entirely sure where to go with this so I just thought up and excuse for a get together with her family and the Winchesters ended up only being mentioned... sorry. Cas is in a little bit of it though? So it’s mostly Rosie and her Baker Street Family.

This is the first fic I’ve done on here that wasn’t done with a reader omg

Word count:1917

Rosie took a deep breath, preparing herself for what lay on the other side of the door. She was apprehensive to say the least. You can do this She told herself. You’ve been hunting vampires and werewolves and demons for years. You’ve stood your ground against princes of hell and angels and the devil himself. You can do this. Hesitantly, the raised her hand and rapped loudly on the door, just underneath the wreath. There was a moment or two of quiet before the door opened and she was greeted with a face she’d known since she was a baby.

“Rose! I was just saying to your father, ‘where is that girl?’ You almost missed presents!”

“Good to see you too Mrs Hudson” Rosie laughed, accepting a hug. “What’s been happening on Baker Street, anything new?”

“Oh, just the usual. Sherlock causing a ruckus every now and then. John and him still go out on cases, but your father’s been more focussed on his books now” Mrs Hudson filled her in, stepping aside to let the younger girl enter. “Would you like some help with those bags of yours, dear?” She offered.

“Oh, no thanks Mrs H” Rosie declined quickly, laughing slightly. “That’s the kind of thing I’d be asking you”

“Oh don’t you start” Mrs Hudson huffed good naturedly, leading the way upstairs. “Your father has been hounding me incessantly about moving into a home”

“I’m sure he just wants the best for you, Mrs H” Rosie told her. “What with Sherlock and all his running about”

“I know dear, but I’m just fine where I am”

“I know, Mrs Hudson” Rosie nodded, grinning. It was good to know some things never changed while she was away. With the knowledge of Sherlock shooting the wall and taking up cases and her father writing and harping on everyone else, everything was right in Baker Street.

The was a cheer as Rosie entered the room and she laughed, feeling at home right away. Greg and Molly were standing around the table, drinks in their hands. John was over by Sherlock, who was sitting in the corner with his laptop and probably being nagged by his flat mate. Even he smiled and stood to make his way to her. John was faster though, and so he was the first to reach her and just about squeeze the life out of her. Hugs and welcomes were given and even Sherlock obligingly hugged her as they said hello.

“It’s been too long, Rosie!” Molly pointed out cheerily.

“Yeah, where you been?” Greg asked in all curiosity.

“Oh, you know, here and there. Been spending some time in the US” She told the group. Surprised looks donned on faces around the room. All but Sherlock of course.

“Where you’ve just come from, as is evident by the tag on your bag” He responded simply.

“I left that there for you, Sherlock” Rosie nodded, grinning.

“Oh, how thoughtful” He hummed in response.

Rosie pulled her coat off and left her bags by the door as she was offered a drink, and she spent the rest of the night catching up with her odd little family. She had missed them dearly while she was gone, but she hadn’t dared come back. But when her father asked for her to join them for Christmas celebrations, she couldn’t exactly say no. Things were bound to get complicated soon, she knew, because Sherlock was eyeing her oddly when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. She shot him a look that clearly said ‘later’. After the celebrations began to die down and it got late enough that Greg and Molly were taking a cab home, Rosie retired to her room. It was left exactly how it was when she had set off what felt like a lifetime ago. She smiled, dropping her bags on the bed because she could leave them by the door all night.

John had taken it upon himself to take Mrs Hudson back downstairs and make sure she went to bed, which meant Rosie wasn’t surprised when Sherlock appeared at her door moments later. She called for him to come in without looking around, having heard his footsteps. He entered and stood in the middle of the room as she sat down on her bed.

“Are you planning on calling your friends back? I assume whatever they were attempting to reach you for was rather urgent. They called at least four times in the last hour and a half” Sherlock pointed out. Rosie smiled, unfazed.

“You’re getting slack Uncle Sher, they called six times” She pointed out.

“And at least two texts”

“Oh that was just Cas. He’s still trying to figure out the whole texting thing” Rosie laughed, remembering the odd texts she’d received in the middle of Greg’s impromptu drinking game. He paused for a moment. A short enough moment that no one else would notice, but Rosie had come to know that it meant he was storing away a piece of information for later. Before he could speak again however, Rosie’s phone buzzed in her pocket. Sherlock’s gaze went to her pocket and she sighed, pulling it out. She couldn’t help the small frown that crossed her expression when she read the name on the screen.

“You should pick that up” Sherlock told her. She glanced up at him and he recognised the look in her eyes, wanting his explaination. “The calls before had you rolling your eyes, obviously them calling you on a regular basis is the norm. But considering your obvious concern and the fact that ‘Cas’ is the one calling you despite his aversion to technology, you should pick this one up” Rosie nodded slowly, looking back down at her phone. She tapped sharply at the screen and held it up to her ear. She was concerned at first, but as Cas explained to her what had been going on she became more annoyed than anything else.

“They can’t go one night without pissing everyone off? It’s Christmas for Christ sake!” She complained, ignoring Sherlock’s curious gaze as she spoke. “Son of a… Why were they there for so long anyway? It’s late” She paused as Cas responded. “Well is Dean there, can you put him on? Hey Dean, what the hell? Oi, tread carefully, don’t be forgetting where I come from. Well how do I know it wasn’t your fault? I know you Dean, complete American stubbornness and all. Well where’s Sam?” She sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “The one that can be reasoned with… and he’s the one…” She glanced at Sherlock. “not there. Alright hold on, I’ll come get you. Yes I know where it is, I was there before you knew what it was. Alright, bye” She hung up with another sigh, leaving the room to don her coat before heading for the door. To her luck, she ran into John at the door of the flat.

“Rosie, where are you going, it’s late” He pointed out with a frown.

“Yeah, sorry Dad. Couple of friends came back over with me. They were staying in the hotel a few blocks over but they’ve gotten themselves into a spot of trouble. Just gonna help them out. I’ll be back soon” She explained, grabbing her keys from the table.

“Well you can’t go out there on your own” John frowned, watching her.

“That’s why I volunteered to go with her” Sherlock spoke up from behind them, coat and scarf already on. He gave John a slight smile, ushering Rosie out the door with him. “Won’t be long. Come along Rosie, shouldn’t keep them waiting” Rosie gave her dad one last reassuring smile as she pulled her scarf on and followed Sherlock out of the flat.

“You don’t have to come with me you know” Rosie told Sherlock with a degree of annoyance.

“Of course I do. Monster hunter or not, I’m not about to let you go wandering the streets on your own” Sherlock retorted, closing the front door behind them. Rosie stopped, watching him a moment. Sherlock smirked just the slightest bit. He hadn’t stumped her like that since she was a teenager.

“How’d you work that one out?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Come on Rosie, you can’t be forgetting that I was there with you when we uncovered the whole ‘Men of Letters’ operation” He reminded her.

“Of course not, but Men of Letters and hunters are two very different things. How could you be so sure I’d even get into it?” She countered.

“Oh you’re far to attracted to the danger to stay away from hunting monsters” Sherlock smirked before it fell into a kind of nostalgic smile. “I could never be sure if you got that from your mother or from your father”

“Both from what I can gather” Rosie smiled.

“And now you’ve moved on from catching criminals to hunting monsters” Sherlock mused, watching her. “I believe your mother would be proud of you. Your father too, if you ever decide to tell him”

“I think he might be, yeah” Rosie agreed. “But that doesn’t mean we need to tell him, right?”

“No of course not” Sherlock shook his head. “Come on then, let’s not keep your boys waiting” He went to move towards the road, looking out for a cab, but Rosie stopped him.

“I have something a lot faster” She told him, quick fingers typing out a message and sending it before she’d even finished talking. With a flutter of wings Castiel appeared by the front door, looking around to see them. He smiled at the sight of her and the man beside her.

“Sherlock Holmes” Cas greeted, holding out a hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you” Sherlock was, for once, rendered speechless. Rosie watched in amusement as his eyes darted around, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation his mind would accept as to how Castiel had appeared. He looked to Rosie after a minute, looking lost. She laughed, delightedly surprised at the expression she had never seen on him before.

“I’ll leave you to your deductions”